Many centuries had passed since The Great War had ended and the Esconil had imprisoned Tiamat on a dark, isolated planet. In every corner of creation, the Order of Bahamut had risen to challenge the forces of evil. And each time a new threat arose, one by one the rebellions and uprisings were crushed by those who stood for the goodness and glory of Bahamut.

Under the protection of the Order, the Chosen Race thrived. Together they learned to accomplish great works of architecture, art, and industry. Yet, with the passing of time, much that had once been held true among the humans began to fade into legend. The drakonai chose to become much more isolated from the advancing human civilizations, and even from each other.

 So much so, that is was uncommon for a human to even have contact with a dragon during his lifetime. The tales of a war among dragons were thought to be myth on many planets, and the foul name of Tiamat was all but forgotten. The relative peacefulness throughout creation meant that the Order of Bahamut was not often needed, and in many worlds, they became dormant.

But the forces of evil are never at rest. The essence of death had been diligent in his pursuit of revenge. Though immortal, he had taken on the form of a human, with an intimidating presence and a terrifying appearance. Wherever he went, death sought to arouse dissension among the humans – pitting them against each other, and ultimately against the Order of Bahamut.

 

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