All of the hero's had heard a song playing in the forest each of their homes and where they stood a forest was always around the world they lived in. So they heard it and they followed, the Forest was massive and took much of the land up as small villages here and there as well as small companies coming into play. Then they would come into a massive clearing that was been the center of the massive forest. this was where it was said the Very last dragon was slain. But standing there in the middle was a dragon a bright colored dragon that towered over them looking down at them it spoke.



The Old Wise serpent lowered its large head and looked before the humans that stood before it. It breathed on each of them giving them the sight to find the thrones when they should enter the throne room. It lowered a large wing and as the humans climbed up he soared high into the air away from the life of man away from all before the greed of mankind. Before them now stood a mountain a massive mountain with a open place and seven thrones stood there all there, unrooted and untouched. The wise dragon landed and allowed the humans off.

Choose on what your heart says not your feelings. Once you have chosen I shall explain your gods to you. The serpent spoke and watched the humans find their calling their dragon throne that stood before them. The wise serpent smiled and watched and then spoke to each of the humans as they choose the thrones they had touched.

The Ice throne belongs to Contestine the Dragon of the never melting Ice, in charge of all cold climates and animals that thrive in them on land and in the sea. The person being his Hero shall go out and find the kingdom of the ice dragon. Be warned his eyes have no warmth in them and his tounge is sharper then any words you may known before.

The Fire throne belongs to a dragon named Ying he is the nasty flame lizard you shall be the hero of . His temper is rather up in flames and be warned unless you like the cold you will have a hard time in the scouching heat of his home.

The Gold thone, The throne of greed and sins, The dragon you shall be the hero of is Grunik, the dragon of greed and sins of man kind. But be warned as his hero you shall try and undo all he has done to man kind. But be careful touching his gold will get you a painful lesson in touching his stuff.

The Earth throne, My throne the throne of life, as My hero you will go out and you will try and undrstand why there is life and why there is death. You will do the impossible for me you shall save the lives of those who have suffered greatly at the hands of anking.

The throne of Love the dragon you shall be the hero of is Tekus, the dragon of love and making the perfect couples. Be careful you can help others fall in love but be sure that its true between the two people or you will suffer greatly from his wrath.

The throne of Death, Now this is a dragon you will fear and cower before, his home is in the neither worlds below us. He has the name of Cerpetin, The dragon of death and of rotting flesh as well as old age. His wrath is great and his anger is something you will never want to face. You will be his hero by going out and bring back the dead from the world and make sure all spirits that roam the world are brought back to his realm. he isn't an evil dragon.

The Night throne, the Dragon that controls night is Nefita, the dragoness of the night, she is cunning and sly and hard to find ever when the darkness takes earth. As her dragon hero, you shall wash away the fear of children and the protector of the creatures of the night time and only night .

I say this to you now go and meet your dragons, be their heros and oh also....do not piss off your dragons and because they will kill you and we have no problem finding new hero's

The wise serpent said wisely as portals open to each home of the dragons, now it was the humans turn to understand why the world worked in such a way and why it did.

"You first." said Flint as he reclined on the throne watching dragon's mass enter into the portal which looked fairly small for a dragon to squeeze through. Eventually he would follow him through the portal and be greeted with a warm breeze. Despite the dragon's speech being somewhat off-putting it was already too late and he was in the realm of this particular dragon which made thoughts of severance distant. He looked around taking in this patch of wilderness encompassing a forest, a small body of water and many plants with flowers rustling gently in the artificial breeze. It was perpetual spring time which was appropriate given the dragon's claimed domain.Sitting on a stump with many mushroom growing at its sides he said to the dragon, "The contract has been done. Now what is it you wish for me to do?"

Glinda Worowitz briefly adjusted her sash, and looked to Ishel-Yenkia with consternation. Had this dragon actually attempted to insult the people he and his friends desperately needed? Why was he so eager to describe what these dragons did, without explaining much about their homes or how to find them? Why did this fellow think people knew absolutely nothing about life and how things worked? Glinda needed a cigarette and a seat, and neither were coming forth.

With no small amount of annoyance, Glinda picked a portal at random. By coincidence, it was the portal to Grunik's realm. With a sound not unlike a bowl of pudding being violently disturbed, Glinda disappeared through the portal.

The sight that greeted Glinda was surprisingly civilized. A cobbled city street bustled loudly in front of Glinda, ignorant and uncaring of her fantastic entrance. Lining the streets were a cavalcade of storefronts and stalls, each dutifully staffed by fair-skinned but gruff-looking gentlemen. The name of this city escaped Glinda, but judging by the accents the shop owners were speaking with, it was definitely somewhere outside of her home continent.

At the very end of a street was a phenomenal building. It was wholly unlike the reasonable hovels and townhomes the rest of the city was populated with; it was practically a mansion, dominating the skyline like a tireless dreadnought. The architecture left much to be desired-- tacky gold paint and solid geometric shapes gave the general feeling that this was more of a child's drawing than a millionaire's estate. Also unusual was the fact that, despite the presence of a beautiful (yet equally childish) fence, the manor's gate was wholly nonexistent.

Clients and pedestrians alike strode unmolested across the lawn and through the manor's open, welcoming doors. Atop the manor's main archway was a sign decorated with a humorously stylized depiction of a reddish-brown wyvern. On the sign was, in big, friendly letters, "GRUNIK'S ALEHOUSE AND INN". With little else to go on, Glinda passed through the alehouse's threshold, and quietly hoped noone would think it untoward for an Englishwoman to be alone in such a place.

The city of Katrina was a growing trade city just off the coast of the Grand Eagle Republic- a fresh, young nation which had gained independence as a sovereign nation not even a century ago. Katrina had once belonged to another nation as one of their colonies, but had soon come into the hands of the republic.

This city was the one that Marin chose as his adopted home, though only a few stone's throws away from his birth home: a plantation in the more rural areas. Marin had initially worked among his slaves, however, had long since sold the farm as well as freed his own slaves in the process in order to fund his own adventuring career. It had been a while since then, and though city life was much tougher than Marin had initially imagined, he had made a living nonetheless.

It was long since Marin had met the dragon Tekus, who bestowed unto Marin his bountiful muscular gains. Since then, he had been working to encourage the city-goers to mingle in a more subtle fashion than he'd imagine his predecessors had. Marin made his living as a "performer", who had "entertained" many young ladies in the city's lonely nights.

Vladimir stood seeing those around him as the great dragon spoke. he locked his jaw beneath his mask in grim determination preparing to seal his fate upon the throne. the dragon faced him and described the great Dragon of Death, he stared back through the glass lenses in his mask. being this close to a true dragon filled his mind with fear. he knew that the dragon would not kill him without cause, probably, but the primal core of his mind screamed for him to run and hide. Vladimir kept himself calm through sheer force of will, and the memory of the Dragon's mention of Immortality if he should succeed. the comfort of safety from that eternal sleep.

Vladimir turns and finds the Throne of Death, constructed from clean bleached bone and what appeared to be a small dragon's skull built above the head where it would be visible over the one who sits there. he reaches out before he sits down touches the skull and feels the spark, the sensation would be impossible to describe in any words Vladimir knew. 'My fate has been sealed, I have become Death. Shepard of the dead.' he considers for a moment and takes his seat. As he does, the portal opens before him.

The Earth realm was a bright flashing bright sunlight, a smile on the dragons face as it entered the realm. He stood high above the trees and plant life and looked down onto the hero that was to be. "Well first we need to get you familar with this realm itself so hop up ont my back and I will give you a small tour" he said as he lowered his large brown golden wing to the mortal before him. The dragon wings flapped around slightly as he was itching to fly above his own realm. The realm of Nature and life was one of the realms that crossed all human realms and such. Its history was long forgotten in the libraries of Gerinika the dragon of knowledge but no one had seen her in ages.

The Life dragon flew up after the mortal was on his back and flew around the massive lands of tree's and large castle walls but there was no real castle there only massive castle walls as if everything here was part of his home, his life. he flew down toa small temple-like area and huffed and uprooted it above the ground it was a large golden like temple and said "Enter, go down the hall to your left you will see two large doors and go through them. It shall lead you to the large kitchen i will be there"


The Death realm was a massive realm filled with skelton dragons and all, the dragons of the myths was one that could scare anyone into pieces as the death dragon's eyes snapped open as the mortal's foot stepped into the large hall of the throneroom. The massive dragon sat there his eyes glowing sharply "Hello, I am Ying the Dragon of Death" snarled the dragon as he was a massive creature the human looked like an ant compared to him. The dragon growled gently as he lowered his massive head to look at the mortal closely eyes glowing brightly eyes fangs bared slightly.

"I am Ying the dragon of Death who might you be mortal?"Snapped the dark dragon as he looked at him with sharp snarl across of his face.



Tesku was the ruler of the love realm fangs bared slightly at his pupil making him appeare before him fangs bared deeply at him "MY job was not for you to be a toy for females. UNDERSTAND?! You'll not spend anymore nights with these females understand? you will be training with me for the next five months now you will be in my realm there are no girls here only me and my teachers" he said agressivly fangs bared at his young pupil eyes narrowed before he turned his long body and said "come along then" he said and started to walk toward the massive large building eyes narrowed gently eyes closed and aggressive "Now lets go you have a lot to learn to be a real hero" said eyes narrowed and sighing gently as they walked in small silence.

They came into the large building and sat down slightly and looked outside and looked down at the human "Tell me what you see out there" he said slowly.



The world of the Gold dragon of greed and human sin was in his castle laid far from the normal town but he could hear the human eneter his world. So he sent out his warden and most trusted dragon as the dragon was a small golden blue one if flew out to the INN and flew in and the humans scattered and were gone as the small dragon looked right at the human fangs bared slightly but the masters voice commanded it to shut its mouth and it did.

Follow me if you wish to meet the dragon you will be the hero of The small dragon said snippily eyes glowing and leads toward the door and out of the castle and away from the main kingdom and toward the outskirts toward the places no humans go the place of their dragon lord. The castle of the golden dragon of greed. The dragon walked and after about five hours they came to the massive castle and he spoke "Go into the halls to the right and eneter be warned though do not touch anything in this castle his wrath is something too dangerous for you to understand" The dragon warned the female as it turned and walked away swiftly. The golden dragon was blended in with the gold it was in.

Vladimir walked into the presence of a mighty dragon, he looked up through the glass lenses staring at death itself. the dragon moved and lowered its head to inspect him. Vladimir stood his ground although his heart was racing. when the Dragons great eye was level with him it spoke "I am Ying the dragon of Death who might you be mortal?" Snapped the dark dragon as he looked at him with sharp snarl across of his face. The voice sounded as though it was simply echoing through Vladimir's soul. as though it wasn't sound in his ears but reached deeper and that the dragon was speaking to his soul, not his body. he felt confident that the dragon could speak with a deaf man.

Vladimir thought carefully for a brief moment, 'What i do next decides my future.' Vladimir decides that the dragon deserved the deepest respect. He slowly drops to his knees as though in worship of the dragon, he opened his mouth a fraction and realized he must say something. He introduces himself as he had always done, from peasants to generals to kings and death would be no different. He speaks, unsure if the dragon could hear his well so he speaks up with a firm strength to his voice. "I am Apothecary Vladimir, but most simply call me Apothecary" as he spoke he realized that there was still some fear in the voice, and the tone trembled briefly.

In the confusion, Glinda managed to surreptitiously pilfer a small packet of tobacoo and rolling papers, and regarded the pathetically-small dragon with contempt. With little else to do, she opted to follow the dragon, and silently wondered if all dragons were so terrible at basic socialization. With a little luck and some proper wording, she could probably have them singing to whatever tune she wanted.

Glinda, frustrated and blistered, arrived at Grunik's castle. As the pygmy dragon talked to her about common courtesy and how mean his leader is, Glinda absent-mindedly rolled up a cigarette.

"Don't worry," Glinda said, smiling earnestly, "I know how to treat myself in the presence of, ah... royalty." She struck a match off the dragon's scales, and lit her cigarette. As the dragon wandered off to parts unknown, Glinda stood in the hall and peacefully smoked.

Thirty minutes later, she finished up with the smoldering dog-end that used to be an expertly-rolled cigarette. She nonchalantly crushed the still-glowing dog-end with her fingers, and squirreled it away in her purse for later disposal. Glinda trussed up her dress, brushed her hair back, and sauntered into Grunik's throne room. What would be the best way to address a dragon? Glinda thought, and shortly decided that staying calm and reverent would be best.

Sliding off the dragon's back he made his way into the structure. He paid no heed to the details of the interior instead letting his intuition guide him to that kitchen. He was curious as to why a kitchen as a meeting place for the dragon to deliver exposition and not any other moment from before. But perhaps it would reveal itself when he entered into the kitchen. He could feel a warm draft no doubt from the various hearth fires burning as he pulled open the door. "I have arrived." He said flatly and calmly.

"Very well!" Marin replied with gusto as he struck a pose to no one in particular. The man seemed to have no choice but follow his dragon- there weren't any clear exits anyways, though Marin reasoned there would be plenty to see in the domain of love.

"So what sort of training are we doing? Etiquette? I'll have you know I am a supreme gentleman. It takes effort to look like me, you know? Not that you would know of course, being all... scaly and such." Marin rambled. As he followed the dragon, Marin crossed his arms, his stroll getting much more casual.