On the distant
planet of Dravon, there used to be a proud and powerful race of Dragon-kin.
Some born to be a dragon; others a wyrm and some born half-blood; others
without the Power of Dragon Blood: Degenerates. And only the ones blessed with
greatness were destined to become the kings and queens of the land.
To the north,
in the land of fire and ice, reside the dragons of myth. To the east, where
land meets water, lie the half-bloods of fantasy. To the south, where nature’s
thirst cannot be quenched with civilization, thrive the wyrms of legend. But in
the west, where the earth is soft and fertile; where the four seasons are
alive, are the ones that lack the Power of Dragon Blood. These are the ones
that nurse and care for the hatch-lings and wyverns; that wrote the vast and
complex history of Dragon-kin, yet aided the hateful vile Drakon which reside
within the fiery pits deep in the center of the planet, bring about the fall of
the mighty and powerful race.
Making things
brief, the planet goes by two names: Dravon of Conflict and Draveil of Change
(though throughout the galaxies it is called The World of Dragon-kin). The name
switches when one of the two pure-blooded becomes more dominate than the other.
The Dravon appear human, but their wings and horns are visible; their skin is
sensitive to their light source, so they mostly come out at night. This gives
them a pale complexion. The Draveil are a reptilian race and are covered in
scales that express their natural element. They are able to come out during the
day because the scales protect them from the radiating light source.
