Mörderverse

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Mordorversecover.png|it will consume you. it is always hungry.
the quotes... they carry stories. they are like letters in a game, the ones to solve the puzzle. find them, and you will be resolved.
A place where nobody wins. If it is unfair to everything, that will make it fair, wouldn’t it? Everyone is always dying. When is one not? Praise to the deities that they allow us to survive this long. For the world is always split in two, whether continent or country, nobody has a clue.
This is an open universe, meaning anyone can make a character for it, though it’s more of an ask to use rather than free to use. I personally would prefer if they were more fitting to the universe and not a wildly overpowered, and/or deity.
An alternate universe that is inspired by quite a few things; those being ancient roman mythology, the movie dune, greek mythology, cult of the lamb, my imagination, as well as the fact that I believe Pyrrhia couldn’t have made itself and would indeed require assistance, due to the fact that Pyrrhia, Pantala, and what was one Pleaqin, now a ruined scatter of islands, are/were all shaped as dragons, and thus, tell me, could such combination of islands stick together to create a specific shape? When one is devastated and destroyed, will they continue on with life, or much rather, have nothing left to live? For the child of death and darkness has been chained beneath the ground with nothing left to lose, hatred of the world, waiting for his talonful of followers to return him to the world. Thus, the rest of the hundred or so deities and 8 gods, will forever keep him locked away, lest his rule remain.
Prophets have come, prophets have came, yet none of them can tear away the curse that they bring. Finally, the one becomes the one, and takes its place to lead, but runs away through the night, leaving the deities on their cruel and accursed strings.
special thanks to malachi and elijah <3 comments are very appreciated.
written in epistolary form, with a well-educated vessel of the evil that was thought to be destroyed, but never decayed. it survived since terria and it still reigns now.. it has limitless knowledge if only it can be found.
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mörderverse;
Mörder is the German word of "murder", or, "killer", which means to unlawfully kill someone, as many of the gods of the religion of Möderari have chosen to do. mörder is properly pronounced as something similar to "nerda"
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current date;
7009 AS, the harvest season (autumn)
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history;
the early ages;
"A time to grieve, a time to rejoice. a time for life and a time for death..."
perhaps one would not expect the creation of the world was naught of natural, but of the work of delicate yet large talons, the Mother Nature known by the name of Terria. Much to their distraught, or perhaps not, most dragons have forgot. Perhaps it is a spell, but one day, when awoken, the days of Pyrrhia will be over, as she rises from the grounds, taking everything and everyone with her. May Pantala remain, that is her decision, but the day of judgement is coming, and it cannot be avoided.
the elder gods are those who have passed their ways, settling their spirit in a place called true paradise, where there is no pain, no hunger, no anything. though what exactly this place is like is entirely unknown, perhaps it is a blank space, and may only the matter of death know. 
terria ruled with a controlling attitude, but there were still those that slipped under her vision, choosing to rebel against the one who made them. what we come to know today as the elder gods, have made a deal that was supposed to last, to settle Terria to endless slumber. she was supposedly defeated once and for all, by the living sacrifice of just one elder god, forever ensuring that she would stay in her dreams, in which the deal has been broken. As of late, that has not been seen to be as true, as signs of Mother Nature slowly waking up have been happening. Small earthquakes, which have gradually been growing bigger, a sweep of tsunamis and sinkholes all over the place. with the sweep of these disasters awakes the Father of the Sky, who opens his eye of vileness, a breath of his slow nostrils creating 
in the beginning, life was unstable, containing only two simple dragons, though their names have been lost to time. Creatures of the dark, creatures of the light, forming together with the children of these two, forming what is called "Mother Nature", and the "Father of the Sky". Once they had children, they laid down to cover the planet of water, Mother Nature forming Pyrrhia, and her two biological daughters with the Father of the Sky, went on to form Pantala and Pleaqin, though after the second child's true death, Pleaqin has been destroyed and is reduced to nothing but mere ashes, only a small scatter of islands, like paint drops.
dragons began populating, all descending from the same ancestor. the population grew every few days. at first, it was a trickle, then soon became a river. thousands of dragons populated the continents. At first, they were godly, with powers beyond one's imagination. they ruled the planet, along with Mother Nature. Here, this is where that evil spirit became important. It twisted the minds of the gods- but not Mother Nature, as it knew that it would be its fault. Perhaps not twist the mind of the creature who lies, and if she rises everyone dies? It may have been greedy but it wasn't power-hungry, and if there were no dragons... what power would come with it? That was the concern of this evil matter. However with little puppets it likes to call, they can influence the mind of the one it so desperately needed. 
its plan couldn't have worked better. the ears of the gods became twisted, rather, their efforts ceased to the halt. perhaps that may have been the downside, delaying the creation of the world. as Mother Nature was simply a large piece of land, not the oceans or lakes or mountains. the Father of the Sky was furious, and sent waves of storms and the followers of his cult, to destroy this simple-minded evil spirit. The gods however, began to rebel. however, the children of these gods were getting less and less powerful; more so powerful deities rather than gods, and soon simple deities, and then half-bloods. being immortal, rather, immortal to old age, will make time drag on. this so-called war went on for longer than can be remembered, powerful gods being toppled to the ground. It spa red the smaller gods, those that we know today as the Elder Gods. Terria was slowly beginning to wake up, every dragon, every god, every deity could feel it, though it distressed the evil matter the most. without its puppets, there was no show. gradually, the influence of it began to fade, leaving it powerless and in meager dragon form, one of the everyday commoners. for this, it was furious. angrier than humanly possible.
perhaps one would say, great thou art! but it is not, as the cultists under the wing of the evil matter began to question, no longer praising them. about this time, the common dragons and peasants had lost all their powers, as they sacrificed it to Terria in hopes that she would calm down, but stay awake enough to not destroy everything but get rid of the rebellious gods. the evil matter's presence broke in the Elder God's minds, the 7 or so left, and they hunted it down. Eventually, they killed it, destroying its body to make sure none of it could ever come back. however, one cultist of this evil remained true, and vowed to become the next dark matter. to know how it feels. their face vanished off the planet, with not even the most powerful elder god having a clue. hunters and huntresses set out on the blue, and yet none were seen ever again, their powers flying into the blue. all remained calm, until the oldest of the gods, approached Mother Earth and the Father of the Sky, with nothing less of a deal. they were forever remembered, a statue built anew, right on the tip of the continent's head. as they had sacrificed their life to let peace come, to let them sleep without wishing to wreck their havoc and storms across the planet.
Now that everything was in check, the gods settled down, to continue building of the planet they loved, the planet they called home. the power of one created the seas, their breath of water filled the trenches of the deep. to finish the ocean and make it believe, the tears of this god breached the surface, for the safety of its tribe, forever making it salty. then, their spirit faded, making the bulk of the ocean, accessible only to SeaWings, the ones that have access to the deepest trench in the sea. this went on to make the bulk of the sea tribe religion, securing its place firm and deep into their memories. there, the light blue spirit resided, peace be with them, forever undecided. there they keep away from the world, letting the new gods take their throne. On the beach, hidden under layers of sand like a turtle, was a blue egg with small bioluminescent patterns.
Thus, how else would the mountains be formed other than coordination and collaboration of the gods that loved the earth, though without power. to do this, they ended up having to merge their souls, to create one greater. And with them, to chip great chunks off their bodies to form the mountains of the world. Pyrrhia first, then Pantala and Pleaqin. It took two arms for Pantala, two for Pleaqin, and the rest of their body, minus their head, for Pyrrhia. With the remaining of their power, the creation of the swamps were made, mainly the Pyrrhian Mud Kingdom. They were reduced to a stone head, small and the size of a regular dragon, hanging over the the entrance of a small cave that they liked to call home. With their settlement, it caused a great earthquake to rock the planet, enough to cause Terria to lightly move, which resulted in caverns forming due to the falling stone, multiple holes where rivers slipped underground, to the water spirit's dismay. Though not that their power was gone, they could only watch from their trench. The tribes that ended up forming a religion around this merged creature would be the MudWings and SkyWings, forming a bond that could not be broken, and if it was, the gentle talons of these two would use fate and another dragon to fix it. Under the jaw of the remains of this deity laid a red and orange egg, scaled with small circles, and another one, muddy brown with flatter, more sqaure-like scales also with some of these circle-shaped scale, to show that they were one deity but at the same time, still two separate dragons. 
around this time, dragons began becoming hungry, hungry for other than the vegetables grown from the flesh of Terria. they were tired of eating leafy greens, but hungry for flesh, for meat. that is when cannibalism became incredibly popular, the only source of the delicious meat. it was used as a bargaining tool, and soon all dragons became scared and jumpy, leaving the safety of the gods as they became restless and faithless, angering the remaining elder gods. at first, they threw plagues and disasters and so, they created small animals under the sun, starting with rabbits and squirrels and sloths and birds. But the dragons were not satisfied with this creation. they were too small, and these commoners wanted meals and profit from a new concept that was named trade, though, it was in older language, since dragons didn't speak the most common language called dragonese, which is the most spoken language in modern times. so the elder gods, with hesitation though desire to please their dragons, created cows, pigs, sheep, deer, and horses. they also made something called scavengers (humans), though without intelligence. on Pantala, they made monkeys, zebra, lions and tigers, and savanna animals, but Springbok had the highest population. On Pleaqin, there was a mixture of animals from Pyrrhia and Pantala, since the continent was not greatly appreciated, being the most barren of them all.
however, the dragons rebelled. they were still eating each other, which could now be considered a norm after a generation of doing this, but menus still included the animals that the elder gods so carefully created. finally, the commoners were punished. snakes, crocodiles, and other animals were made deadly. the pythons were large enough to wind around a dragon and eat them whole, and crocodiles lunged at the unaware dragons frequenting the swamps. the deaths were taking a toll on the population. and finally, the elder gods made the scavengers intelligent, and they started to hunt the dragons, determined to rise to the top of the food chain, to establish their kingdom over the dragons. and so that is what happened, stone walls rising up, starting the thousand year reign of the scavengers, forcing the dragons into the shadows. to top that off, the elder gods made the dragons unintelligent; the cliche case of the hunters becoming the hunted. dragon roast beef and boiled scales became a favorite food of the scavengers, now calling themselves "humans".
at the same time, a creature and deity so zippy and quick began to take notice of the creation of these mountains, marshes, and bodies of water, and decided to follow this so-called trend. this creature resembled no tribe, but was the mutated child of two elder gods. a dragon but at the same not a dragon, looking like one of the scavenger legends, rather, a dragon of the east, long-bodied like a snake, with shorter limbs, though having six, with no wings, and a long lining of a fur. the air was too hot, the sun beating down on the scales of dragons, as well as this deity who loved to soar the skies. it decided to do what the previous three gods did before it, giving its body and power to the skies, for the coolness of the air. however most of its power resided in the head of Pyrrhia, creating the tundra from the cold winds, mixing with the sky and creating snow. it is rumored that when flying, there is a chance to meet this creature, the one that still soars the skies even in its spirit form, instead of floating to the spirit realm. because it just wants to do what it loved, that was the entire point, not to die, not for a sacrifice, but to fly and let others fly with it. on the spot it gave up its body, a white egg with sharp scales appeared, sitting in the snow, which quickly buried it, like a cold, protective blanket, protecting it from possible humans who dared venture into the tundra.
the dragons, however, were rapidly decreasing. though unfortunately, they were not smart enough to realize, and killed each other in brutal battles. their "tribes" worked as packs, with dragons that looked like each other. those who breathed fire, those who lived in the water, and those who appreciated the tundra. territories were fully marked, and any dragon who stepped into it that were non-native were instantly killed. however this was later abolished, and dragons mainly lived solitary lives, though finding a mate around the midpoint of their life. however, after special thought, later, the elder gods finally decided that the dragons had been punished enough, thus lifting the curse and giving them their intelligence back, resulting in dragons realizing that their eggs had been stolen. now, with about a hundred unified dragons, they flew together, releasing hell to the scavengers, burning their cities to the ground. Through the screams and cries, one survived, by the slithering name of cottonmouth - sailing the seas to the uninhabited Pantala, as most had fled to Pyrrhia and Pleaqin. The one large egg he brought was nearly crushed, thus forming a small bit of brain damage to the dragonet inside.
Mother Nature was awoken, and with her jaws, and her new teeth (the mountains), ate the human kingdoms whole, leaving no trace of it behind. From this, a large crater was formed. However, the elder god that had loved the beaches created by the one who made the waters, took this into consideration. It was one of the last three elder gods, thus knowing it had to do what it had to do. a fire it lit, large and in the direct middle of the crater. with this incredibly large fire, it laid in it, allowing its body to be burnt, as it incinerated to nothing but ashes- though they were not ashes.. but rather, flakes of sand, so much and enough to cover the entire crater. however in doing this, it destroyed its conscience, leaving it with nothing behind, nothing to be remembered except by its relatives, the elder gods. where his body was burnt laid a large, scorpion-like egg, of the dusty yellow color, burying deep into the sand to protect it from the harsh environments around. However since there was no god watching over the desert, it resulted in overly hot climates with little to no rain, and the rivers vanishing into oases, covered up by sand and leaving a waterhole behind.
There, two Elder Gods remain, watching over the rest of creation. There was none other to do. Except for one thing. The cycle to create life, the cycle to create rain, and the cycle that creates death. However, of age, they would both like to die. Since they have both existed for so long, with no threat of death encroaching on them, life was beginning to become... boring. Doing the same thing, every day, for a thousand years, began to tire them out. They would leave the world in the talons of the newer generators, of the common dragons, so that everything became ... fair. With the controlling deities set in place, those with power so grand that not even the mightiest of heroes could slay, there was no true fairness. Dragon after dragon, those devoted to freeing the lands of those called "accursed", fell at the talons of these two mighty individuals. However, even if they both wished of endless slumber, they wanted it to be naught of a random, worthless death, but the ability to feel proud of a singular creation, much as the ones before them had done.
A great battle they fought, over the land of the united tail of the kingdom, their talons breaking the lands and chopping it up into thousands of pieces of land; much to the distraught of Terria, who felt great pain, but not enough to perhaps fully wake her up. Two spires of rock, each the size of a mountain, cut through one another's heart. one fell in the southeast side, its body the soil for trees to reach for the light. the second flew above, its body rounding and becoming the sun, the eyes becoming the three moons that watch over none. From this formed day and night, the collision spinning the world into fright, for the darkness was so deceiving that one could vanish within plain sight. From the first death sprung the rainforest, the eldest and yet smallest tree containing the remnants of thee, though thy check up on the tribe that resides in the body it gave for life. Under the tree, entwined in the small and yet strong branches, laid a shimmering rainbow egg, for that, that is the start of what is to come. Laid beneath the spot where moons and sun shines the brightest does a silver egg glow, hidden and yet visible, but one shall never know.
with the death of all the deities, a matter was set loose, the one who by the people is named death, the one who controls the underworld and the heavens of the planet, the one who may as well be great as the Father of the Sky. though his power is not much, the balance of the world tilts much, and soon dragons begin to die; though of what is unknown, but dragons have seen naught over 150. That is when it clicked; something was manipulating the ages, resulting in death of old age. dragons nearing 100 began showing signs... of what was later called "age". Lines of wisdom creased on one's foreheads, and this alone established fear of death, fear that every breath brought them closer to dying.
after the death of these elder gods, may peace and fairness reign, for the next hundred or so years, before a devastating crack shattered the ears of the poor mortal dragons.
many hatchings;
"...but death shall come eventually. Has thee counted thy days?
to the dragons, this may have been bad. more powerful dragons were coming. the eggs that created by the elder gods who let their spirits fade away into what they truly desired began to hatch, marking the age that we know as "After Scorching", as the time before this was lose to history, lost to the idea of a dragon's flimsy mind that science didn't create the world, rather creatures with unimaginable powers. so this, this is what began to be documented. the eggs that hatched in the different "territories" grew to be the first tribes, the seven Pyrrhian tribes. Their powers were similar to that of the elder gods, but toned down. However united, their powers stretched nearly as vast as Terria herself. though it is not that powerful, it is enough to do what they did on the day of feast. with one powerful blow, their terror reached across the continents.
it is safe to say that on this day, all hell broke lose. the oceans swallows the pack that lives in the sea, the animal life going berserk with abilities grander than a dragon. wave after wave was the population desolated, destroyed. they were burnt, eaten, killed, or perhaps, vanishing into the forest one dark night before the feasts that these new deities had. One will never know what they had on their feast, only that it was abundant, abundant enough to throw grand parties every single day. Above Pyrrhia, shrouded in mist keeping it invisible to the naked commoner eye, began the formation of sky islands to host these dragons, to protect them from the "dirty" eyes of the mortals and assassination attempts. Much to their horror, this plan did not work out, and it tumbled from the sky, killing some of the only few dragons left. After the deities were sure of the fact that most dragons, if not all, were wiped out, so finally, they begin to set their plan into action. Each came together, and eventually decided that they wanted their "loyal followers", the weak and feeble, to look exactly like them, with color exceptions.
⟡ this was later changed, as followers of the gods were marked to be even similar, with themes perhaps even more similar than the future tribes. their names were readjusted to fit better, usually a similarity of the god's name (that they serve). see (tba)
A male and a female were made, one of each tribe, named after the region they resided. The RainWings, NightWings, IceWings, MudWings, SandWings, SeaWings, and SkyWing were created, each a different shade of color beneath the sun, except the RainWings, who have all colors in one. When adulthood was reached, they were all asked to make a simple task; create an egg together that will stand forever. contamination however was not allowed for these eggs, as it must and needed to be pureblood in order for the rest of Pyrrhia to continue. The dragons, in fear of their creators, did what was exactly asked of them out of sheer pure fear. To them, these dragons were like gods, the terror of the world and yet bringing everything together, but they did not know for sure. How would they know for sure? Naught other than Death itself could see through the lies created by the newer deities. After the many hatchings, only then did the deities fall back to their home, deep and hidden away from the commoners in which they called nasty.
⟡ these deities viewed the lives of lower as little to no concern, despite knowing that they were the pure backbone. how would these measly dragons of no exact importance know how these gods felt? they only knew to bend their backs, to worship and sacrifice to these beings that are so-called "holy". 
"sacred" borders were placed among all the continent, choosing which tribe would live where. a priest and priestess was put over each border, to make sure none would cross it. their religion was theocratic, after all. the priests were at the top of the unsaid hierarchy, then the officials that were.. rather, born into power (more like said by the gods, chosen at birth). others following after were dragons of high, almost extreme levels of intelligence, becoming officials in the government or lawyers that defended the lower classes, but often they rigged it so that none of the peasants condemned to death would be able to fight back, for the lawyers never truly supported them, they supported the government in executing them.
population was kept to a minimum, for the gods didn't want an abundance of these "creatures", only what could be controlled. if the dragons couldn't be controlled, the gods were fearful that they would raise up and rebel, for all of the terrible things they had done. one might call if a guilty conscience, but any of these gods would deny in a violent way. even the most intelligent of lawyers would not see through their lies, as they were born into a world where what the gods say are truth and what the gods say are law. "would one risk death for a petty reason?" is what these dragons would ask themselves. and often times, it would be no, as they saw dissenting dragons being struck into the unknown. to go down into the depths of death, tortured by the One Below, a creature who must wait for the heart to stop and the breathing to cease before striking them into its realm, not like all of the other gods, as they do not have to wait, they will always trap the others in their slimy claws.
but, the world became divided after a few hundred or so years, when the gods grew tired of each other, talons desperate for blood. eyes crazed, teeth below, a single strike dividing the world as it was once known. four gods and four gods, no longer a single eight, as they were divided of opposites; light and dark, dark and light. nyx and falkon, the only two that never died, grew restless of each other, fighting a battle deep in the night. nyx was defeated, some of their power sapped, their size less than that of a dragonet. for this is why the night is less than day, day longer than the night. and in the months of the winter, when night grows stronger, its warm talons becoming icy cold, able to rip through the claws of warmth to make its reign longer.
⟡ another explanation is that night is not as long as day because it must rely on day to turn to night. nyx lost to falkon, moon to the sun, and for that reason, one overpowers the other. that is the same with the other six gods. one is always longer than the other, because one will always overpower another. 
and that is the end of the blood cycle. to choose this chapter's name, it not only includes past but present as well. the creatures that the gods had carefully placed onto the world began their age of populating the planet, hundreds and hundreds of what are come to known as dragons, hatching every day. 
the era of bloodshed;
"For if thy hasn't... the days are running thin, as is the well of knowledge."
the era where all villains were truly born, evil sprouting deep into the earth so carefully crafted, branching deep like an oak tree. for this is the era of darkness, the era without peace. where the darkness was born and took on a name, the vessel of the One Below, the vessel of the One Who Waits. Death, some call it, and others call it the Truth, for it truly has no name, only that is is waiting for you. If waits for everyone, such a patient being, until it revolted and was imprisoned just like the one who walked before. together they fume, desperate to reach, for godly blood was spilled here, for death no longer wished to wait. and that is when it claimed a vessel, the One Without a Name.. but those in his time.. the time his wretched talons walked the earth with his demon sister.. Darkstalker, they called him, the one who stalks though the dark. for what such mother would name their child such a horrible name?
and before that, the albatross took its bite, a bird of the sea, preying on those under its might. under working talons he worked, for days and days, giving up his sanity and mind for the one he wished well. a deed was done, a consequence in place. the poor sister who lost her talons that day. this, my dear friend, is the era that dark magic sprouted in dragons' veins. the gods knew it was coming, a single traitor at blame. though imprisoned because of immortality, for the gods could not kill her, she gave her soul to the rebellious cause, letting her magic loose into the blood of a few tribes. it festered for a while, sprouting as a simple magic trick, quickly rebuked from their tribe. until it became something greater, off all purposes... except for bring back the dead, as Cecilia (the one who was with the first magic) made a deal with the devil... to receive her magic. a sacrifice was made, a whole family lost... but was it worth the cost? or was it out of pure greed and hatred.. for now they are tortured daily by death itself. the one exception to her abilities, was to not mess with a spirit, for only death was able to do that. and so she agreed, and when her magic was poured from her body into the bloodlines of the dragons, they too were forced to follow this "silly" rule.
fate! o' fate, how could you be so cruel? for thy chased away fathom, the one who stood a chance in this beastly image. for the gods scowled at their timing and this coward of a vessel, for he could not end the one who carried death at his talons. so the gods looked forth, for the one named Clearsight, gifted with godly foresight from Falkon himself. and so she was tasked to kill her beloved, and with the task so she succeeded, sacrificing his body and magic to the gods. for that they held a feast, eating the magic from his bones, his body well forgotten, removed from its throne. as to make sure Clearsight would stay silent, they sent her to another continent... only to strike her when above the sea. her twisted black body fell with a splash, into the deep sea, never to be seen again.
and thus, onto the Pantalans... for unlike their alternates, they always spoke the widely spoke language of English, integrated from humans from the time of them trying to domesticate them. but instead of that succeeding, only their language got through. so it stuck with the Pantalans when they fled the claws of the gods, terrified of what they might do. the gods found this as amusing, had they really believed they could escape? so they cursed their bloodlines and created a plant, one so very deep. it was a terror to the pantalans.. until they discovered the source, burning the roots and killing the daemon before it could do further damage. not a single root survived, the Pantalans considered safe. the LeafWings and BeetleWings kept breeding, until finally a mutant came, branching off a new tribe, leading a rebellion called the HiveWings. a war was held, the HiveWing Revolution fought, until the bee-like dragons won their freedom, climbing above. And so they sat, on top of their newly proclaimed hierarchy, preparing for yet another war.
nothing was well on Pyrrhia, either, for this is the time of bloodshed... war after war, battle after battle was fought for reasons that were frankly quite stupid. the gods watched with glee, amused by this new form of so-called entertainment. they say back, letting it happen, throwing bets on the winners... for once, the lesser gods were allowed a chance to view past their chains. for them, it was not as entertaining, but it was better than the cruelty they were experiencing before.. the major war was between the IceWings and NightWings, called the Great Three Moon War, though it swiftly ended when the NightWings promptly fled, afraid of the vessel of death. the next was the Great Fire Plague, a war between SkyWings with a strange disease that turned them violent against the non infected. however, Archion Firearc the Third stepped in for their tribe, cleaning the infected, sending them to the right. next came a battle of stone and rage, one with MudWings and SeaWings and RainWings, all against each other due to "strange" behavior and misunderstandings. this war lasted nearly 50 years, and was all because of Albatross's way...
there marked the end of this era of cruelty, allowing rest to them all, but not for the heroes' glory... an era of peace followed, until the fight for glory.
the biggest losses;
"And a hero is needed to rise, to take over."
more wars broke the surface tension, now gods fighting gods. history was repeating itself, just as before feared. and so, the biggest war, the war of them all. everyone against everyone, there was no trusting a single soul or being. all dragons were in dark times, their world split, their vision blind. the only alliances were with thyself and none others. those who were dragged into duos and trios ended up with bloody noses and a stabbed back, too. a few bundles of roses on the dirt that was stained with blood, and they moved on. for when one's life is threatened, they are likely to turn their backs on the ones who have put in so much love. do they care? Nay, why would they? as long as they save their sorry sack of scales, there is no reason to say sorry. for in their eyes, every man had a knife or a weapon that was itching to be used. but there were a few who went by the logic "fight together live forever"... following in Falkon's footsteps, as he teamed up with Nyx despite their past rebellions, which earned the goddess of night her freedom. the chains were snapped and night returned, although on good terms with the sunlight. Falkon had done this for two reasons; one being strategical. if a god could make peace with his rivalry, surely dragonkind could do the same? to put their past mistakes behind and faithfully fly?
.. but, do not say that I have stated this exact subject, Falkon was wrong. he had the wrong idea, for it only made them fight more fiercely out of confusion. dragons attacked each other on sight, the innocent tucked in their corners, fearful for the evil who lurk in the open. for death comes quick and easy, served on a silver platter. looking is not the matter. death awaits at one's doorstep, its slick claws tap, tap, tapping. there were no heroes, and no villains, only survivors roaming the earth. and they never walked slowly, they walked rather quick, for creatures of darkness and hatred were always right at their heels. these creatures worked for death and were a result of all the negativity spread 'round, ordered by the One Below himself to take out as much life as they can. however they were sluggish and only typically attacked dragons at night, when they had no fire to light their ways, lost in the endless shadows. they attacked brutally, leaving the dead to rot, their infected wounds forming yet another creature to run wild. that is how they reproduced, by their victims.. yet it was absurd torture, for these infected creatures still had their minds and conscience, though it was slowly slipping away from their grasp. but in no universe were they in control of their actions, only doing what their god commanded.
the war went on for a while, with no hopes of ending. no bonds were formed in this time, dragons truly separated, even the mother and the child were terrified of each other. and it ran deep, too, it would be a hard fix, like going to the moons. and it only got worse, like a river in a cavern, slowly carving the walls until made deeper. soon, though, alliances began to form... but only with the ones that knew each other before. there was also a bond between blood, those who appeared from the same tribe or at least carried a bit of its blood. these bonds formed the next few years of the war, each tribe aligning itself with each other and pushing out others... most of the time in violent ways. claws still slashed, teeth still gnashed, there wasn't much hope for it to just be... over. generations had passed, the war lasting nearly 100 years, though more of a purge now since the original purpose remained forgotten. if you asked anybody what they were fighting for, they would glance at their friend and state that they have not an idea on when and where this started and why it was happening.. only that it was what they were required to do. their generations of parents, then grandparents, had fought in this pointless war, and the gods were still locked in a wrestle, the only allies by Nyx and Falkon, as well as Taurak the Third and Archion the Fifth. in all this desperate need and want for peace, a few dragons began rebelling and trying to make a peace treaty secretly, to try and blackmail the current monarchs into signing it.. only for a mole to rat them out. they were all executed over the next week of being discovered. the rough drafts of the treaties were destroyed by cruel talons, those who enjoyed the war and wanted it to drag it out. wanted it to last their entire life, even though it had ruined countless before.
whether it be by faith or fate, the gods finally had decided that enough was enough. they formed together in a council- though the details of this certain council weren't really exposed to the public. all we know is that it was overall very tense, the tension could of been cut with naught but a butter knife. except for the two allied teams... they are said to have become one in that meeting- Taurak, Archion, Nyx, and Falkon... a truly formidable force, one not to be reckoned with. they forced the other four to sign a treaty, pushing them under their rule. the rest of the dragons cowered as multiple storms and natural disasters shook the planet, with Mother Nature herself stirring slightly, sending earthquakes across the realms. the dragons were forced to comply to the gods new treaty, and gradually tensions faded. though at first, dragons avoided each other, allies and enemies refusing to combine, like oil and water, they acted like each other were the plague. it was specifically from tribe to tribe, specifically in the bigger cities that housed multiple tribes. gradually, however, it began to fade, allowing the prosperity of dragonkind.. for multiple famines were striking them all, forcing them to work together. as mother nature's dreams slowly turned into nightmares, the earth became barren. hills became valleys, valleys became hills. even the tallest mountain toppled... there goes Jade Mountain. the peaks collapsed, crushing the inhabitants that lived inside. thousands of dragons died from suffocation alone, hundreds more dying of starvation and drought. after taurak's hurricanes and rain, falkon's rays of sunshine were sent to punish the dragons, burning any and all remaining crops alive.
this time period went to be known as the great famine, or, rather, starving time. this is another point in history where the remnants of dragonkind began to just... cannibalize each other. desperate for survival, mothers would have an egg with another dragon and then just... cook it. and eat it. they would do this to any innocent and defenseless dragonet that they thought were "leeching" off of the adult. this went on for a few months 'til the gods finally noticed... and immediately Falkon stepped back, letting Nyx step in, to cool the earth down and let rain step in. Taurak blew gentle storms across the planet, allowing Terria to rest. soon, plants and grass started springing up, lakes and rivers immediately filling to the brim. soon, plants started being harvested, and the cannibalism trend died down the brim. dragons were in desperate need of help, so they forgot their past enemies and moved onwards. they bonded together in the fields they toiled, smelling nothing but of soil. and with months of hard work and muddy days in the fields, slowly, crop life began to spring up again. a small bit, with little surplus to trade, but enough to sustain a family. most jobs were falling off; families were establishing cabins and caves across Pyrrhia for small farms to nurse themselves back to health.
meanwhile, on Pantala, the HiveWings began to march... for the HiveWing Revolution had not been enough. they encroached on the borders of the SilkWings and LeafWings, planning to pounce of them like a cat with its prey. soon, the two tribes fearfully noticed the predators all along their borders, and they began sending messengers, whom, from what I have heard, never returned. war was declared upon the head of the LeafWing general on a silver platter. the current queen, having been only in power for a few months as of then, named Wasp after the viscous wasps who could kill an elephant with a sting, was hungry for power and thirsty for blood. she enacted war, just for lunch. and with a single swoop, she crushed the SilkWings before the leafwing's very eyes. the current SilkWing queen, Monarch, wasn't executed, but instead made into Wasp's personal servant. chained in her room for entertainment, trying to attract other SilkWings like the flies they were. and oh how they came and came, desperate to save their queen... not a single one would arrive alive. wasp would kill them in the night, in front of their queen, and bite their ears off, before throwing their bodies into darkness. why she bit their ears off, that is unknown... but what she did was for the power of her throne. she was not scared to do anything to keep the throne, and she would kill any and all... for an ounce of power.
the HiveWings easily outnumbered the leafwings, as the silkwings quickly allied with the HiveWings, so they were terribly outnumbered. but they fought with battle-hardened spirits.. but when Wasp began wiping out the trees, that was when the forest queen was made furious. a few SilkWing rebels hopped the borders that Wasp had set, and fought with the dragons who fought in the forest. that was when Wasp began twisting the situation; the LeafWings attacked first, and the spies of the SilkWing colony gave away valuable information. old dragons who forgot their memory were quick to believe her, dragonets right behind... those who didn't believe her, specifically mothers and fathers, were killed off after their dragonets reached a correct age. there are speculations on what age it was, but the dragonet who was usually anywhere between 5 and 7.. no longer saw their mom. wasp was quick to deceive, blaming it on an unseen sickness, forcing the doctors to agree with her... so she was seen as correct. the only reason why scholars saw that she was lying was because Falkon exposed it to his closest cult members, and information traveled from there. and so the LeafWings were crushed, marked as extinct, and the HiveWings began their years of domination. 
back on pyrrhia, after a while, things began to advance, as trade began to circulate again. weather was normal, societies peaceful, and food plentiful. until the queen of the SandWings fell to the simple creatures that the gods had made into food; scavengers, they called them, things with little to no hair and as tall as a few talons. nowadays... they exist no more, but were called humans once one learned how to speak english. the sand queen was slayed in the night, her three daughters locked in a viscous battle for the throne. the once united pyrrhia began to split apart just as before, even if there were more alliances and a cause for the battles. soldiers had no choice, especially the SandWings, forced to pick between their friends and the one whom they wanted to be queen. if I recall correctly, they blazed, blistered, and burned through the hopes of most dragons, each their own poison, rotten from the inside... one was hungry for power, one hungry for blood, and one hungry for self-preservation, too dumb to rule. and this war was fought for 20 years! the only reason it was stopped was because of "the Dragonets of Destiny"... for religion had been mainly forgotten in this period. in reality, it was just the gods controlling these dragonets' actions. when they tried to start a school for peace, it was in the rubble of what was once Jade Mountain, for the underground lakes and caverns were still well-preserved. Taurak, a rebellious spirit, decided that he was against what they were doing, and struck down Jade Moutain with storm after storm. His love interest, Archion, figured out what he was doing and... didn't tell Falkon about the water god's chaotic behavior. and because of that, falkon's vessels were crushed under the rubble when they tried to help their blind friend, as well as multiple dragonets, including one of the Sea Queen's daughters, the Rain Queen's daughter, and dragonets of important generals.
at first, there were "sightings" of the Dragonets of Destiny, those who looked towards them like they were gods, hoping that they were still alive. most of the gods' temples were abandoned, and Falkon just... couldn't take that. the alters began to blaze with fire and light day and night, and dragons began looking towards them. those who had never been educated on the Mördor were curious, and began to read through the scrolls. they were.. fascinated and horrified at the same time. soon, most dragons began to revert back to the Mördor, for fear that Falkon would punish them like how he had done before. and so, nothing happened, boring the gods halfway to death. wars were over, peace was here, and with nothing to do, prosperity arrived for all dragons. for once, plants were able to grow like magic, sprouting up tall and far, allowing all to trade. now was the time to become wealthy for a generation, or maybe even a few. most dragons pounced, as job offers sprung up across the continents. and there, one dragon made a deal with the devil, gaining immortality once and for all. and with that, it started a rebel group, which soon shifted into a cult. the gods paid little to no attention, and did not know they existed, for they crept among the shadows of this world, frightful of any possible watching eyes. night was the worst, for nyx's eyes were in the sky, three compared to falkon's one. and so their legacy started, planning to change the world forever. 
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modern times (otherwise known as ev/de);
"But until thy does, they will rule over."
steam. that was the word of the century, development of the era. the gods grew tired of the dragons rebellion; wings were the main cause. Falkon was disgusted that these dragons could freely fly through his realm.. and so the developing began. while technologies increased, dragons decreased. for example, dragons began having major losses in their height.... each dragonet that hatched was a few centimeters shorter than the one before. the doctors of Pyrrhia tried everything they could... but there was no explanation for this strange cause, so dragons began looking to their gods. at this period the only god who communicated with the commoners was Archion, their love and affection drawing more and more in... challenging the population of Falkon's cult. most looked to Archion for guidance, but they refused to speak of anything but quietness, for most likely Falkon had a knife at their head. even if they cannot die of old age, they can still die of sickness and wounds... and so that is what Falkon pressed upon Archion, speak and your fate is doomed. height continued to decrease, until they stopped at halfway of what they once were... the majesty and fantasy of dragons was now ruined. but they accommodated the best they could, making houses and dens smaller and a reasonable size for the doomed.
then, the wings began to shrink, smaller and smaller, each dragon passing on their cursed genes to the next. Only the gods looked like true dragons, completely standing out... little did any dragon at the time know, it was not all the gods' fault, it was Falkon's. he made a rash decision against the will of the other gods, choosing what he wanted over what the gods wanted, shattering relationships, specifically with his sister. only the rebels escaped this curse, for they were too far off the grid for falkon to set the curse, unleash it, onto them. it caused a brief scuttle in the god's palaces, but there were too many guards, as well as falkon's loyal Lord, too strong for even the god's might. they were chased out, kicked out like they were nothing but mice, or perhaps a speck of dirt in the wrong place and the wrong time. artemyx felt the most betrayed, for fae finally thought she could trust her brother... but he only did what was best for him, barely taking anyone's opinions into true thought.
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"...and we will all fail. We will fail to those who are supreme, and will fade back until we no longer exist."
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"For we were made, just to die, that was the original purpose. exist to worship for a while, then be flicked off once we are disliked."
emblems are recognizable symbols for certain brands or books... or in this case, cults. whatever it is for, they all follow certain rules. these are the emblems presented to followers by the leader of the cult, in that case, most of the gods that reside above. though there are some for different groups and religions and for the ones who think they are funny to rebel against immortal abilities. 
the emblems are visually sloppy and in a "I'm trying to creative but I don't know what to do" way because.. deep down, the gods really are just children who never grew up.
rules;
yes, the emblems are meant to have... rules. the gods set them themselves (aka, the four main gods), and its meant for all of the gods and dragons who follow them.. as the gods attempt to "appeal" to their followers by making everything fair. the rules in themselves are quite simple and nothing hard, not to be argued with unless you want death delivered to your doorstep (quite literally.. one of their followers will be there to wreck havoc). 
#they are to be simple enough.. 
##... so they are easily able to be drawn and printed across the globe. not all dragons are rich, and simpler ones are more in the affordable range. those with colors exceeding the number of two border extreme expensiveness.
## ... so they can be easily recognizable across the globe, from person to person, all bowing before the throne
#they cannot be copied from one another
## especially cannot be copied from the gods.. or merely referenced. a dragon gets one strike, one warning.. as you can imagine, the second results in death, as most punishments do.
#they have to have meaning
##down to the colors themselves. everything must have an explanation
godly emblems;
the emblems that belong to the gods themselves.
falkon;
"Without thy light, thee shall fail."
a symbol of power. the leader of the gods, a symbol to be afraid of. without light, there is nothing. we will stumble around in the dark.
this is the symbol of Falkon, the emblem carried on the necklaces of his followers. though the above being worn as a crown by his most loyal followers, the ones who have been converted into darker creatures with no minds in his name. they do not care, though, as they will be naught but a wild beast... this symbol carries light, a lamp in the darkness. a city on a hill cannot be hidden, and it is not afraid. it will fight. the emblem in itself signifies strength and courage, two main traits that seem to carry Falkon onwards. the mark itself appears to be the head of Falkon, with his signature broken horns and blindfold, appearing to even glow softly, as Falkon does. what the three lines signify is his commanding voice, that all are supposed to listen to. the leaves sprouting from the sides are to make others remember that without his orb of light, no life would emerge, therefore connecting it to the sun, as that is its starting point and its ending point. under the watchful eye, will one be born and one will die.
it breaks the rule he set, the one of "keep the emblems simple and meaningful" as mainly Falkon created this to just... bask in his own glory. he was never very fond of the result, but even though its old, its been with him since the beginning, before he and nyx ever met. and once mixed with nyx's it just became an international symbol, too iconic to change. and after hating it, Falkon has come to love it, like the rest of his cult members and the members of the Mörder.
 
taurak seariser the third;
"Come back to the sea, come back to the one who creates you."
it carries promise of demise and promise of rising, a symbol both searched for far and wide and yet ran away from, striking naught but pure terror into its enemies hearts.
taurak, the infamous god who is known for worshipping himself, surprisingly doesn't have an emblem of his head like Falkon does. instead, it is what he loves second, the sea, as well as above it (not pictured) being the line of a seagull, his sacred animal. when asked about this by followers brave enough to approach him, his response is simple.. to worship him, one must worship the ocean first. to get to him, one must go to the ocean. the waves on the are said to move upward, a symbol of taurak's determination, but the rebels call it arrogance. as secretly, Taurak is quits easily, and truly is just a frightful guy who doesn't know how to lead dragons.. so this emblem was made in order to reverse the truth. the rising sun isn't said to symbolize much, but to Taurak, it is the fact that he rises every day without death knocking at his door. he rises with Falkon, safe and assured. sprawling from the sides are wavy patterns, not offering much meaning as Taurak has said none of the such... however it does not stop his followers from theorizing what it truly means.
 archion firearc the fifth;
"Fire provides the warmth and affection that thy seeks."
the one real, true emblem sought by any who follow the faith of the Mörder. a trusted sigil by many, and all flood to pledge themselves to it, but most are pulled away and into other realms, for archion cannot protect everyone...
archion is, well, the god of fire and everything hot, so it is only natural that their emblem for followers resembles a candle. but at the same time, a candle is soothing, calming, usually with great scent... a little flame to light the night, chase the darkness and daemons away. archion themself is a huge fan of candles, even the fragrance melts their heart, a gentle candle breeze wafting over the top of their head. the black candle represents the darker part of Archion, the one that explodes with power, the secrets held beneath their scales. while the yellow represents happiness and comfort, a warm blanket through all despair. archion is a gentle being who knows what their doing, yet lacks the artistic creativity and skill to make an emblem that isn't so... sloppy. but they love it dearly, and so do their followers.. though it is more of a "I know I am safe with you, but nowhere else" kind of relationship. they don't mind, though. as long as the followers support archion, they are fine. so the followers will blindly follow the flame in the dark, the only hope they may truly maintain. the smoke represents the hug that one might receive, of true safety, kept from anything too hot and all that is ablaze. it reaches out, tugging the hearts of the cold, drawing them to the fire, to show them what it has to behold. 
 artemyx;
“Listen to the night sky; the mockingbird always sings you my lullaby.”
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"But we cannot fight godly powers, so we are forced to do what they want."
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of course its settled into a hierarchy, one quite confusing. its bigger and taller than any seen before, the biggest one in history; containing of more than ten sections is this divided.. and yet its not exactly by birthright. for "queens" of tribes have been demolished, it is who is elected. and they run terms of eight years, unless assassinated or proven unworthy by the gods. a thumbs up from the sky or stars or clouds or a sign of fire or water means that they are fit for the position, and if nothing comes they are hauled out of office and sent into exile... but, if they receive a bad sign such as famine, drought or natural disasters, the said candidates are executed, or rather, sacrificed to the god who sent the disaster, and they are forgiven and the disaster halts, crops growing again, rain coming in as normal, and good weather. for the gods have a certain taste for dragon blood...
the starters
the creators 
Father Sky
Terria
gods
 king of gods 
Falkon
upper gods 
Artemyx
Archion
Taurak
the ancients
Death
Evil Matter
Demi-gods
The Original Gods
Deities
World Designers
lower gods 
Dovah
Remnac
Cryn
[god name]
the forgotten ones
hundreds
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gods
vanished...
occupations
tier 1
government
cultists
god guards
archivists
mystic
tier 2
scientists
soldiers
spies
assassins
doctors
tier 3
merchants
teachers
staff/other
students
athletes
performers
agriculture
artisans/artists/authors
tier 4
peasants
criminals
enemies
exiles
residents;
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major gods;
Behold, my power.png|Falkon
A million galaxies away.png|Artemyx
Taurakbusthere.png|Taurak
Archionbusthere.png|Archion
Falkon, Nyx, Taurak, Archion, Remnac, Dovah, Cryn, [god name], [god name], Nebeus + Novax (two-headed dragon), Terria, Father Sky, Dark Firmament, Haschen, Valethar, Klaus, X'ek, Wyrith, Morvar, Sarkath, Shriken, Bastie, Ikaron, Ikari (twins), Dalax, wip
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