Dying Sun Redemption
Sandeep Dev Devanta
Dragonborn 6' 8" 310 lbs large frame nearly resembling a dragon-headed Golem colored in silver white scales and skin with a metallic shine, and deep golden eyes wielding a dragon crested Tower-shield
The Battle for Obyriths
23rd Halig-monaþ (September)
40th day of the siege
The death tolls have wayed heavy for both sides…
I have watched as dear friends have fallen . Pradeep my brother saw his last with the dawn. I should taken the watch. It should have been me.
Tanamskn it seems will stop at nothing to have our Forbidden City .The evils here we guard must beaken to there would-be master. There foulness knows not the true demonic horrors housed within.
We ended the Deathbringer that slue Pradeep! Most have been a General for the Orcs. Thusly faced with new horrors the Orcs have loosed a slew of Nightmare beasts. This only confirms my suspicion Tanamskn is just a pawn. The orcs have never been this coordinated.
They have broken are defence . We spoted Steel Predators with our retreat making off with the dead. This bodes ill for us all. The Devils ,The Flayers of Thoon,The Skull lords, and all others within our Forbidden City Rumble.
As the last of our numbers move to engade the Troll Bladeragers. I am be-set with the task of evacuating our elder warcheif Karmjit and his family .With them goes our history.
High Arcanist Nibodh tears open a portal as I ward off the incoming fray.
blast of force throws Nibodh into the clutchs of a now freed Devil and launchs me throw the portal as Nibodh is torn apart. In the distance i hear the screams of the warcheif .
My failure haunts me to this day.
I vow to leave no one behind.
A recounting of the sacking of Obyrith
Recounted by Sandeep Dev Devanta last of the Clan Daigo
A foreword on ….
“Death cannot deter me. Good will prevail.”
Flying the banner of the Platinum Dragon, the
sons and daughters of Clan Daigo stand watch over
the Forbidden City of Obyriths , while their champions
roam the Known Realms. The clan has no living bloodlines;
instead, each member of the clan is handpicked
from the finest, most virtuous warriors of the other
clans. These champions foreswear their old fami-
lies and friends, taking the name of deceased clan
heroes for their own. Paragons of honor, whose lives
have no value save what they can offer up in the ser-
vice of good, the scions of Clan Daigo are respon-
sible for the bulk of the ballads sung of dragonborn
heroes. Consequently, the most infamous of villains
also hail from the ranks of this noble clan. The
dread dragonborn anti-paladins, thralls of infernal
powers, were all once heroes of Clan Daigo.
Every dragonborn is a warrior, first and
foremost. While the dwarves, elves, and humans
might lay kin-claim to great warriors, dragonborn
alone are born for the battlefield. Whereas other rac-
es take up arms in times of peril, dragonborn never
put them down. Even the dragonborn that devote
their lives to non-martial pursuits attack their goals
with the single-minded devotion of mortal combat;
to be stripped of weapons is one of the greatest dis-
honors a Northland dragonborn can suffer.
The second defining characteristic of their cul-
ture is the Code of the Dragon, a collection of tenets
scored into the runic tablets by the first Dragon
Kings, passed down through the ages by the masters
of the Great Clans, to be seared into the heart of every
young warrior. The original tablets are kept in the
Forbidden City, warded over by holy warriors, and
every clan honors its collection of scrolls recording
the Code. While other races might aspire to rigorous
codes of honor, a dragonborn’s life is determined by
his relationship to the Code of the Dragon.
Finally, his clan defines each dragonborn hero.
To some, it is a point of pride, to others, a shackle to
be escaped, but even those that have forsaken kith
and kin cannot escape the spirits of their ancestors.
Above all, honor to one’s self and one’s clan is
paramount, for when the last dragonborn dies, all
that will remain of their kind are tales of greatness.
Even rebels and exiles judge themselves by impossi-
ble standards. Indeed, often, it is outcasts that flaunt
death with the greatest abandon, driven to burn
their own names and deeds into the sacred register
of the Forbidden City.
THE CODE OF THE DRAGONBORN
Universal to both the Northland and South-
land clans, the tenets of the dragonborn are as fixed
and unmoving as the mountainous highlands that
birthed their race. The Code of the Dragon is the
keystone of dragonborn culture, curbing and direct-
ing the chaotic passions that would otherwise rule
the elemental dragonborn.
While warriors judge themselves by the same
standards set by the Dragon Kings, in practice,
each clan has its own definition of honor. Does it
take more courage to sacrifice yourself in a hope-
less battle or to flee – returning to strike the death
blow when the time is right? A dragonborn’s answer
hinges upon his clan of birth.
Courage: Fear holds no power over the warrior.
To some, this manifests as the embrace of death,
freeing the warrior to live life to the fullest. To oth-
ers, it is the absolute disregard for ones’ own well-
being in the service of a higher good, no matter the
consequences. Regardless of the clan, dying in the
service of your lord and clan is the highest service
any warrior can render.
Loyalty: Battle is the truest test of any soul, and
a warrior that turns on his brothers is more danger-
ous than any foe. By extension, no warrior should
ever question a command given by his lord. To
question an order is akin to hesitating on the field
of battle, and any warrior that cannot place absolute
faith in his commander is a danger to himself and
his allies. Fiercely loyal, the greatest dragonborn
heroes were dedicated to a fault.
Integrity: A dragonborn’s word is better than
any oath of fealty, any sacred prayer, or any solemn
pledge. There is a saying among other races that
while the sun may or may not rise on the ‘mor-
row, a dragonborn will surely live up to his word.
Fully aware of their finite lives, dragonborn strive
to ensure that every moment is lived in earnestness
and unflinching honesty. Epic tragedies are sung
of noble warriors that broke their ancestor-oaths
– often for love, but sometimes for greed – and of
the horrors that befell them.