16th of Mauj

Up on the mighty mountains of Gilded Reach resides one of the more lustrous dragons in all of the known lore, Beahementeh the Jack of all and King of One, and in this ever expanding story his role troubles the minds of both the righteous and the wicked. Jroge of the Righteous Blaze is in a constant perplexed disgust at Beah's unreliably fickle nature, while Xera of Hell's Scourge fears his ability to do great good as it is to do terrible evil.

And of all the conflicts that could have taken place that day, this one had to happen on Gilded Reach, it had to happen in the land that used to be fire and stone: Helthool. They say that long ago it used to be a place alive with the metal workings of blacksmith and their mechanical machinations of assistants, a fiery culture that never stopped dancing with a a fierce rhythm with champions always testing their might in battles that would alter the landscape. They say it was great, and it was, but after the systematic Purge that wiped clean that slate of Dragonkin, it became a shadow of it's former self.

Now it is one of the few remaining places that refrains from becoming all but inhospitable. Though must of the land is a charred waste where only death and shadow flourish, on the northern east side of the island country the rays of the sun caress the tender soil and the people can live a simple life.

But today, today the secrets of Helthool escape the confines of Beah's mind and into the mercy of the fire which is the cursed Earth. Today Beahementeh the Selfish gets put in his place. Today his purpose, his calling is fulfilled. Today on the 16TH OF MAUJ.