Glejdur

## Physical Appearance

Glejdur is a light blue finhead dragon with pale red stripes. Due to his amber eyes he gives an aura of wisdom. His greatest strenghts are his Teeth & Claws, as well as his Breath.

He spends his time fighting the undead and the aegis, trying to find a way to free his father from the mind control, but often prioritises helping his friends.

## Personality

Impatient and rash ih his decidions, doesn't think before speaking and often unintentionally offends people because of it.

**Likes & Dislikes**

Likes to eat and talk about different ways of cooking with Gnomes.

Dislikes most of the lesser races, save for Elves.

**Strengths & Weaknesses**

Strengths: High health and armor, his preparation for the battles is unrivaled.

Weakness: Spiders.

## Story

Even though activation of the Gift took my memories I have
recovered some trough my quests in Istaria. I still don’t remember my childhood,
but I do remember my time on the Draak academy and some time of my later ages.

### Biography

I was born around the age 1000 Before the Ritual. I was
fathered by Reklar, top general of Malganival Lunus, unfortunately I don’t
remember my mother. Since I was a firstborn to a high ranked general I was sent
onto a special, Lunus Faction, program in the Draak academy where fighting
wasn’t the only focus. There I was thought about history of dragon kind, many
of Drulkar’s secrets not available to the public, fighting, how to tap into the
power of the Prime and lastly how to lead others. They were preparing me to
become a general who would succeed my father.

I remember climbing trough ranks of Lunus’ forces and became
the second-hand man to my own father. He got the title “Plaguebearer” because
wherever his forces took the fight to nothing remained, as if a plague had passed
through there.

~ I am still unable to recover all of my memories prior to the following event ~

After Ashlander Vandus’ declaration of human freedom
Malganival was ready to do nothing just not to spite Nyestra any further.
Nyestra was the leader of the other dragon kind faction. But in the year 588
Before the Ritual the only battle of human uprising between dragons and humans was
fought on the hill near Bristugo; the Battle of Bayn Hill (once called Baden
Hill). Even though the casualties were “small” this was the battle that broke
me and ended our battle against the uprising.

The reason for both was the same. The death of General
Reklar Plaguebearer. When I saw my father fall on the battlefield I had rushed
in killing humans with all my might, but Malganival had ordered the full retreat.

**MALGANIVAL LUNUS WAS A COWARD!**

After he saw my father die he started to fear death himself.
It didn’t matter how much I had asked or pleaded for him to let me go and teach
humans the lesson they shouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t let me go and take my troops
to them. The only thing he was good for was negotiating with humans and giving
in to Nyestra’s wishes.

At least he got back my father’s body. Malganival had honoured my father by having a whole castle built for him, in secret of course. The only ones who knew of this grave were Malganival, my father’s troops and myself. I do not know what this region was called back then, but now people
know it as Eastern Deadlands. Me and my father’s, now mine, troops had stayed
there to defend the grave and honour it. Through next 500 years all travellers
who had gotten to the grave we had either been recruited or killed, all to keep
this grave a secret. Those who were not of our kin had to pass away at some
point and we had honoured them by burying them along the path to Reklar’s grave.

The
world was peaceful for us and all requests that Malganival or Nyestra sent us,
asking for us to lend them a hand, were left in a single hole, not to be
touched. We need not to mention all the progress we had made; we were almost ready
to open the Gate of Embers on out own, but then Malganival’s
mistake came back to bite us, all the living races in Istaria.

His
mistake was letting humans go their own way.

We had received news of the events on The Peak of Storms,
once called Sleeper’s Peak, which had lead to Dragons finally joining the fight
against a human called Torrin Macalir. The man who would end us all. After
this some have left to go and join the fight, but most of us had stayed to
protect the grave.

And then, after 500 years of self-proclaimed exile we were
met with a dire news. The dragon academy, Draak, was attacked and destroyed by
Torrin’s creations. That is when we had heard of what they do: raise dead from
their slumber and force them to do their bidding.

Then
they came for us.

I still do not know how they found out about where Reklar's resting place was, but they did.

They came from the East. It was an army of undead bipeds,
quadrupeds and some vile creations Torrin brought to life. This was in the year
100 Before the Ritual, and we held on. We saw them building walls to protect
the grounds they took over, I was watching as they were constructing The Great
Barrier. I had felt an urge to rush in and fight, but I knew that doing so
would mean an end to me and my comrades.

Our siege is not written in any history books, but we had
held on for almost 90 years and then our forces started to die out. For those
who weren’t of dragon kind the time did the deed and we, dragons, were always
on the front lines. After all that time we were made to fight our comrades,
those whom we had talked to and became friends for well over 500 years. In the end we were forced
to flee and join the main forces.

We
had met up with all other races for one final battle: Battle of Tazoon.
Tazoon was a city which was meant to commend peace treaties between all races,
it was a prosperous city built in the middle of the desert. The crater still
stands on the same place the battle ended.

*And*
then I saw him.

Walking
like he used to 500 years ago, my father stood in their ranks and gave
commands.

I
had felt such happiness to see him alive and just had to rush forward toward
him. I came close to him and then everything went black.

The next thing I remember was being a hatchling, as if I
were born anew, with no memory of anything.
I remember another hatchling, one called Spitfyre, she had told me everything
about the ritual and about the Withered Aegis.

And through all that knowledge I had ascended farther then I
had ever before. I may not be a general, but I am an ancient dragon equipped
with the knowledge of lairshaping and crystal shaping.

***“I am Glejdur and I***
am striving to free my father, General Reklar Plaguebearer, and all those
enslaved from Torrin’s grasp. And to kill Torrin to end this senseless war.”

### Ongoing Story

After I had gained the knowledge about Aegis and their mind
control spells I went on to try and break the control.

At first I thought that killing the withered would free their souls, so I
gathered a group with a goal to go and kill Reklar, to free him and finally let
my father rest again.

After killing Reklar a countless number of times, each time
fighting trough undead protecting him, people had started to call me “The Bane
of Undead”, but I don’t mind what they call me!
I only urge for freedom of all those killed and enslaved.

I had talked to many scholars trying to find a solution, but
no solution came out of my research. While I was in Feladan I met an elf, Arva,
who had also had the Gift. Although he still has no memories he is a splendid
archer and his healing is nothing to spit at. He had joined me on my quest to
free all those who had died and is currently working on learning all the
manners of combat and item creation.

It is interesting how much those two legged creatures have
evolved, especially the Elves. It must be their friendship with us that grants
them their power and knowledge.
I’ve heard news of human mages. It would seem that they have attempted to
enchant themselves and in the process they created a whole new race, Fiends.
I just have to wonder if they will ever learn from their mistakes.

Arva and I had travelled for a long time, all the while
searching for the way to free the undead.

We have been on our own for too long, so, upon being
invited, we had joined a guild. People we have joined in have been really kind
and friendly and, trough working for everyone’s benefit, both Arva and I had
climbed trough the ranks.

But I must criticise myself, even though my age has been
reset after Gifts activation, helping everyone had distracted me from my true
goal, freedom for all those who die.

After reminding myself of that I had decided to go back to finding
the answers, but remembering that the books gave me no answer I had started to
search for an answer by killing those immortal Aegis, over and over.

Cities and settlements started to call for my aid, one of
the first to beckon help was a little settlement called Harro, that settlement
is right next to the Eastern Deadlands, the region that was once **mine**.

Lord commander of the Imperial Outpost asked me to find out
who had been giving orders on the Southern part of the deadlands, part where
the undead are staging the most attacks. So I went into Staging Grounds to find
the leader there and try to see what the next orders were, but little did I
know that the undead have corrupted the wildlife around there, as well.

The one giving the orders was none other than a hound which
had somehow evolved trough it’s contact with the blight. I had killed some of
it’s kin and recovered orders for an attack on Harro that they were planning,
thankfully, killing the leader, Fafnir, a couple of times has stopped the
attack effort. For a time.
After finding out about the orders from a higher ranked aegis I had though that
we can find more and maybe find out how they bend the will of undead, but all
the killing uncovered no new information.

Not too long after the events near Harro I was asked for
help by a dwarf. They were doing excavations into the old caves below their
outpost called Delegarath. Many undead have risen around it and it needed defending,
so I helped defend, but that was not all I found there.
In the caves below the dead have risen as well, but they were the least of our
problems, a new species of, what I guess are, plant and spider hybrids has
appeared, but with them not being studied my job there was done.

I had returned to Harro, wanting to know if the things were
safer now, but I was met with dire news. While I was approaching I saw a big
battle taking place, I had rushed to call in some reinforcements and we had
defended the outpost. After the battle I had asked the commander if I could
somehow be of help, he informed me that there was a suspicious number of
Kwellens in their forces. After hearing that I had decided to try and see if
there was anything going on with them.

I hit a gold mine.

Killing the Kwellens I had found that they had orders
scribed into pieces of hide, I had reclaimed all the orders and found out that
the one pulling strings on the Staging Grounds was a Kwellen named Daknor. I
gathered some people and killed him.
Upon his death, on the corpse we discovered that there is a Kwelled who roams
the Deadlands and pulls strings preparing everyone for war. He is the son of an
ancient Kwellen, Gigaroth, who had been killed during the rise of the aegis.

We found him.
And we killed him, but we recovered no new orders.
So we found him again and killed him again. And did so over and over.
Each of those kills was accompanied with killing a lot of aegis on the
Deadlands, that killing lead to me being called Bane of the Deadlands.
A title that I very much like.

Eventually I gave up, and continued to search for a
solution.

I was once again summoned by the dwarves, there was new
trouble in Delegarath.
Deep in the caves underneath it they have found a giant spider-plant hybrid,
now named Mylocs. The giant Myloc couldn’t be damaged and many had lost their
lives, so I was asked for help. I decided to help, mainly because a dwarf told
me that this cavern was an ancient adamantium mine. Adamantium weapons were the
strongest ones to ever be made and would greatly empower bipeds in the fight
against the undead.

Not knowing what exactly to do I had descended
down into the mine, the mine is called Dranlok’s Doom after a dwarven king
Dranlok who had lost his life there many ages ago.
I had started to kill Mylocs. Not knowing their strength I had started from
weakest ones and moved up from there, not too long after I had reached their
nesting grounds. Hundreds of not thousands of eggs were lying on the floor,
each of them with another one of those creatures within them.
I knew that the Queen’s chamber laid not too far from there.
Still ignorant of the way to defeat her I went around to ask mages for an
answer. Each time I had to describe the creature, finally I found the answer.

A priest of Istara, head goddess of the world, had told me
that there was once another godlike being, but that it was supressed by
Istara’s priests, also known as Knights of Creation. He told me that they had
sealed the being, as well as it’s followers, deep in the old dwarven mine. Now
I knew how she, now named Shalot, came to be there. The priest also told me of
a way to defeat her. An item was used to imbue the attacks of the person, but
all of those items were destroyed or lost during final battles with her.
So I delved deep into the Doom where I found an inactive item, but I had no way
to activate it. Thankfully the dwarven engineers were able to activate it, so I
went in with a couple of friends and killed her, but she was like the aegis
constantly coming back to life.
So we killed her more and more, but to no avail.
Seeing me use the heart looking item to imbue our attacks dwarves started to
call me the Keeper of Heart.

Eventually we gave up as we could neither end her nor get
any information on aegis from her.

On my journeys, meeting people and asking them about the
aegis, I overheard a story of trouble on an island North of Dralk. There I
found a golem-like creature made of lava wreaking havoc, as well as with
Shalot, it wouldn’t die.
Since we found no relation between it and the undead we let it be.

While flying back from the Island I made a stop at the Fiend
city of Kirasanct where I saw a man speaking of a great undead in an abandoned
castle near Kirasanct, so I went to explore.

From up in the air I recognised him as a great paladin
Valkor, somehow he died and was transformed. I had decided to go and find out
how this happened.
I found out that his wife and daughter were captured and tortured until dead
before his eyes. In his last breaths he uttered all curses and hate he had to
the undead. And now he was bound to fight the living as a skeletal vampire.

I thought that maybe, just maybe his recent death may give
us a chance to snap him out of it, after many times that we killed him he still
stood. And his corpse could give us no information on the next move of the
undead.

Upon returning to Kirasanct with news of Valkor, Arva was
asked to deliver a message to someone on the outpost far on the Island of Ice.
The message was a call for help from an alchemist called Niessa.

The undead had captured her and set up defenders around her
prison. We met with her and, even though she died during imprisonment her mind
was still her own, talked to her. She gave us what might be the key information
about the process of enslaving the minds of those who died. She said that she
was imprisoned by an abomination called Falgut, and that he enslaves everyone
who’s will for freedom isn’t strong enough.

I have found the castle he occupies, now it’s time to go and
kill him. Hopefully he will give us some information upon dying.