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Well, guess I am a new guy on these boards, and what better way to introduce myself then by putting up a story! I know SOMETHING is wrong with it when you get to the end. Not too sure what you can call it, but it just seems to drag out for me... Oh well, hopefully you can enjoy this. Inspired from a Civ III game I played on a real world map, in the France region for my beginning. So far, its all sticking to the game I am currently playing. First game for placing on the Warlord difficulty!
Here is the story, critique, flame, whatnot. At least I would get back some feedback.
A dream came to me in the night. I was just a young pup back then, living in remnents of deep underground caverns of the mountains and hills. I didn't precisely knew what this city was, for it was all foreign to me. Maybe it was the story my grandparents told me about, how they were told when they were young about great structures of magnificance, carved from stone in bricks, wood, sweat, and blood. How there were trails between these hollowed out structures, but made of stone and rocks, and plasted together with hardened mud. But before me, even though I never knew it back then, was the city, with many of my race walking down the streets, laughing, playing, talking amongst one other. But it all looked different from how my grandparents described it... Something awkward, something strongly not right with the picture held before me... But the city vanished before me, as I was shakened awake by my younger sister.
But in that dream, I knew it was our promised land... Out there, somewhere, where we will all live in one day.
"T..Teryo?" I said, looking up from the furred covers of my blanket, in a chamber where the walls were of brown and black rock and dirt. It was our home, in these underground caves. Its what kept us safe for so many generations.
"Scy, come quick! Daddy is ill!" said the younger one, tugging at my arm to awaken me from the peaceful dream of our Promised Land. She was wearing only a loin cloth, and her eyebrows were twisted in a state of worry and panic.
We are the Drakonians. Or so we call ourselves. Now, for those not too familiar with Drakonians, let me explain them to you.
We, the Drakonians, are a magnificant race of dragons, once pushed into the depths of the mines when the elements outside of this cave turned to freezing cold. The birds died. The plants died. Animals starved to death, and we nearly did as well. But we planned ahead. It was just coincidence that we were in mid construction of a deep underground mine in the nearby hills and mountains, when the cold came. Winter came, and never ended for many months. Then years. Then decades. And generations passed by, with the outside freezing every living being as it did many, many years ago. The only source of food was in the underground rivers which hosted to many types and numerous amounts of fish.
But enough explaining about our past, and back to describing ourselves. We are creatures with scales and wings. All of which have the aforementioned, save for a very few deformations, as well as tails. We walk on two feet, and have two arms, with claws. Now, this might coax you to remember your humanly fabled dragons, which we are very much related to. Or, perhaps the shortest way of explaining it, is that we are anthropomorphic dragons. As of that, the males and females of each species are similer to each other, where the females lack breasts to feed the young ones, unlike humans, as well as Drakonian females tend to be a bit more musculine than that of female humans. The colour of our scales vary. With Teryo, she has a maroon colour. As of mine, a deep, dark purple like colour, which could be easily mistaken for black.
Teryo, my younger sister by 130 years about, was holding my arm while we both quickly walked down the long hallways of this partially lit cave. The caves were kept lit by bits of wood, and candles down the hallway. In order to conserve the amount of lightable objects, we have spaced them so at each corner of the hallways, a door way, there is a candle lit.
We just followed the light, but it was the light to our destiny...
I was still in my groggy sleep when I finally reached my fathers bedroom. Teryo ran to our fathers side, and slumped down beside him. My father was laying down on the bits of padded grass, and covered up in a thick brown fur blanket, which overed his entire body, save for his deep blood-red scaled head. On the other side of the bed, was our doctor. He simply wore a loin cloth over his orangish scales as well, but also a vest around his chest. He keeps some of his herbs, healing waters, pastes and medical instruments in his vest, which makes him stand out a bit more with the added utensils sticking out like large mumps.
I walked over to the doctor, who had his arms across his chest, looking down at my father, while my father was in mid concious.
"Do you know what ails him?" I asked the doctor, who kept his gaze down at my father, an anxious look in his eyes. I knew what the end resault will be with my father soon, just from those eyes he had. He looked towards me, after a moment in deep thought, thinking to himself on how to reply to my answer...
Or how he should explain this to the whole tribe...
"He has multiple bruises, as well as some broken bones. Many cuts are all over him... I believe he was attacked by a predator. He was found at the summit, after flying with what strength back home," was the doctors final analysis of the situation dropped onto him. I knew there we something else, and my eyes peirced at him. I knew he was hiding something, but was not comfortable with telling anybody. Except for me...
"He said," the doctor began to open his maw, letting his tounge find the proper Drakonian words to what he was about to say.
"He said that he has found our promised land," sighed out the doctor, finishing up his report. I looked back at my father, who was breathing heavily, muttering out a few undescrible and inaudible words. I knew what he found. It came to me in a dream...
I began to walk out of the room, Teryo wiping a damp cloth over her soon to be deceased father.
"Young Scy, what should I tell the tribe? I do not believe your father will survive this attack for much longer," asked the doctor, as I nearly left the room, my mind racing with the same thought as well. What should we tell the rest of the tribe? Who will lead us now, that my father will soon be dead? And what about this promised land he found?
I stopped at the doorway, finding the answer that resided deeply at the back of my mind, since my dream which Teryo pulled me out of.
"Tell them... We have found our 'Promised Land'"
Chapter 2.
Three weeks after my fathers death. The caves in the lower levels were dead quiet. The last few candles still burning out their fuel, which was normally supplied to them. But it is no longer a normal time, for our species. The upper levels, and the summit were in mass chaos, as hundreds of Drakonians were packing, and preparing, on their trek to our land, our promised land. The dream still burnt deeply into my mind, on how I was going to lead our people for the next 3000 years of my natural life time. Drakonians usually only live to about 4000 years old, before dying out eventually from natural causes. And I was but a mere 157 years old. Rather young to our species, still.
"Are the preparations complete?" I questioned my advisors. I was at the summit, where many were crowded, except I was inside of a tent, with the room of my own privacy, with my advisors. They were aging, and growing old, and were much older than myself. Although, save for the science advisor, none of them were the original ones that were assigned to my father while he led our people. I looked to the science advisor, now turning 3897 years old. The old coot still had much in him, and could probably live for an additional 400 years, I must say. He was the first to report.
"We have plotted a trail down to our new homeland. Although, we have to head out further than expected," said the old drakon. His staff to aid him in walking is on the makeshift table infront of him. His claws press down on the table, to hold him up.
I looked to the light blue and white scaled domestic advisor now. Although, she looks only a mere 1000 years old compared to many of the females, her true age is 1879 years of age.
"We have gathered what meats we could, and skins. We have enough supplies to survive the original plotted trek, but I believe we will run short for the week left of walking, now proposed by the science advisor," she stated, her tail behind her moving around in agitation, in jerking movements. When she was younger, a rock from the ceiling fell down, and crushed her tail, resaulting in her slightly awkward movements.
The old lizard defended his statement quickly, "Rakoth, scouts have just returned saying that they have found a river, with an abundent amount of fish in reserve for our people to feast on."
The domestic advisor looked at the ancient one, and finally recalculated what food we have left.
"We should have enough food and water if we rationize, although I do hope the scouts found berry patches, or wildlife to hunt, to extend our stockpile."
I nodded to Rakoth, and turned my head towards the defense minister, Kraken.
"We are travelling in a large group. Predators would not dare attack our travel group," he stated to me, his golden slitted eyes peirced their way to mine. I knew he was a busy man, and enjoyed doing work, rather than just standing here. He is to help me to make sure our people survive their travels to the new world. I never believed just how important he could turn out to be.
"Now, onto our new capitals name," I said. There were only three advisors for me to listen to for now, and only those vital three are present with me.
Kraken quickly excused himself, and I allowed him to. I knew what he does best is to supervise my people. And the crashing and splintering of wood I just heard outside of this fur tent were definately not something I liked to hear, and letting Kraken deal with it may be the wisest of actions.
"I propose," the Science Minister began to say, before coughing, and hunching his back as he bent over. He regained his breath, and stood back straight up, as best as he could. His maroon eyes gazed back at me, while he opened his mouth, which is filled with rather sharp incisors, much like any generic Drakon.
"Drakonia will be our capitals name," he said, speaking the name out in the highly accented Drakonian language we all have learnt, and are speaking.
"Let that be her name... Let us end this meeting, and end our night at the base of this mountain," I said to the remaining two bodies in the room, before pulling myself back from the now obsolete table infront of me. The crudely made map in the center of it marked our train, as well as the new, extended trail the science advisor stated.
For now though, this was probably the hardest step for my people.
The creation of our civilization.
Chapter 3
"I hear water!" screamed out one individual near, or most likely, at the front of the long line of Drakonian bodies, as it snaked itself around trees, shrubs, and large rocks and boulders. I looked up from the ground I was staring at. I was near the back, and behind me were several Drakonians pulling a wheelless cart, with several ill and elderly people on it. The Science advisor was on it, after he had fallen down on the trip down the mountain. Finally, on our 20th day of our march, where people were about to lose hope in our mission to our once stated Promised Land, that my Father had found. Actually, we have been in our green and yellowish lands for several days now, where life was returning. More animals, plants, berries, trees. Everything was alive and growing in some way. I smirked somewhat as a butterfly landed on the horn of the person ahead of me, and just rested there.
Everything was growing, being reborn. Our planet was once again alive once more, from the many generations of coldness that swept over it like a plague. The cure found, life was returning again.
And so was the sprouting of the Drakonian civilization.
"Scy!" one cried out, from upahead of me. I turned my head to face the one waving me down. Just from the voice, I easily guessed who it was that was waving me down. My younger sister, Teryo.
"We found it Scy! We did! We finally reached our new home!" she cried out, while running to me, and hugging me in excitement. I smiled at my younger sister. She was just a mere 12 years old. Although our lives do last a long time, our full physical maturity is reached at an astonishing young age of 34 usually.
I kneeled down, so I was face to face with her.
"Yes, we are finally at our new home," I said to her, before kissing her on the forehead. The maid up ahead was calling for Teryo to come back and get into line with the others. She ran back, although a bit more reluctantly than when she found me.
"Our new home... At last..." I thought to myself, looking towards the valley that was filled with rushing water. The birds in the green leaf filled trees nearby chirped happily. Everybodies hopes were rising, as we drew closer to the river which will quench the thirst of my people, and power our new nation to heights never achieved before. Before the wretched cold had swept our lands, and made our people go into hiding. We were slowly dying in those caves. Not by numbers, but in spirit and morale. Now, we have a purpose.
Our new purpose is to spread our people across these lands, and to populate with our given birth right over this planet.
And so I stopped, and stared near the river bank. Some kids ran into the waters, making it go all over themselves and their clothes. Many leaping and wading around in the water, and quickly rushing out from the coldness. But treaded back in, and getting used to the change in temperature. The final picture over our victory against the planet, when the planet tried to kill us off with the long, long winter. We have been pushed back from the cold, and now survived it. The reward is now the planet to my race.
Drakonia is now formed.
Here is the story, critique, flame, whatnot. At least I would get back some feedback.
A dream came to me in the night. I was just a young pup back then, living in remnents of deep underground caverns of the mountains and hills. I didn't precisely knew what this city was, for it was all foreign to me. Maybe it was the story my grandparents told me about, how they were told when they were young about great structures of magnificance, carved from stone in bricks, wood, sweat, and blood. How there were trails between these hollowed out structures, but made of stone and rocks, and plasted together with hardened mud. But before me, even though I never knew it back then, was the city, with many of my race walking down the streets, laughing, playing, talking amongst one other. But it all looked different from how my grandparents described it... Something awkward, something strongly not right with the picture held before me... But the city vanished before me, as I was shakened awake by my younger sister.
But in that dream, I knew it was our promised land... Out there, somewhere, where we will all live in one day.
"T..Teryo?" I said, looking up from the furred covers of my blanket, in a chamber where the walls were of brown and black rock and dirt. It was our home, in these underground caves. Its what kept us safe for so many generations.
"Scy, come quick! Daddy is ill!" said the younger one, tugging at my arm to awaken me from the peaceful dream of our Promised Land. She was wearing only a loin cloth, and her eyebrows were twisted in a state of worry and panic.
We are the Drakonians. Or so we call ourselves. Now, for those not too familiar with Drakonians, let me explain them to you.
We, the Drakonians, are a magnificant race of dragons, once pushed into the depths of the mines when the elements outside of this cave turned to freezing cold. The birds died. The plants died. Animals starved to death, and we nearly did as well. But we planned ahead. It was just coincidence that we were in mid construction of a deep underground mine in the nearby hills and mountains, when the cold came. Winter came, and never ended for many months. Then years. Then decades. And generations passed by, with the outside freezing every living being as it did many, many years ago. The only source of food was in the underground rivers which hosted to many types and numerous amounts of fish.
But enough explaining about our past, and back to describing ourselves. We are creatures with scales and wings. All of which have the aforementioned, save for a very few deformations, as well as tails. We walk on two feet, and have two arms, with claws. Now, this might coax you to remember your humanly fabled dragons, which we are very much related to. Or, perhaps the shortest way of explaining it, is that we are anthropomorphic dragons. As of that, the males and females of each species are similer to each other, where the females lack breasts to feed the young ones, unlike humans, as well as Drakonian females tend to be a bit more musculine than that of female humans. The colour of our scales vary. With Teryo, she has a maroon colour. As of mine, a deep, dark purple like colour, which could be easily mistaken for black.
Teryo, my younger sister by 130 years about, was holding my arm while we both quickly walked down the long hallways of this partially lit cave. The caves were kept lit by bits of wood, and candles down the hallway. In order to conserve the amount of lightable objects, we have spaced them so at each corner of the hallways, a door way, there is a candle lit.
We just followed the light, but it was the light to our destiny...
I was still in my groggy sleep when I finally reached my fathers bedroom. Teryo ran to our fathers side, and slumped down beside him. My father was laying down on the bits of padded grass, and covered up in a thick brown fur blanket, which overed his entire body, save for his deep blood-red scaled head. On the other side of the bed, was our doctor. He simply wore a loin cloth over his orangish scales as well, but also a vest around his chest. He keeps some of his herbs, healing waters, pastes and medical instruments in his vest, which makes him stand out a bit more with the added utensils sticking out like large mumps.
I walked over to the doctor, who had his arms across his chest, looking down at my father, while my father was in mid concious.
"Do you know what ails him?" I asked the doctor, who kept his gaze down at my father, an anxious look in his eyes. I knew what the end resault will be with my father soon, just from those eyes he had. He looked towards me, after a moment in deep thought, thinking to himself on how to reply to my answer...
Or how he should explain this to the whole tribe...
"He has multiple bruises, as well as some broken bones. Many cuts are all over him... I believe he was attacked by a predator. He was found at the summit, after flying with what strength back home," was the doctors final analysis of the situation dropped onto him. I knew there we something else, and my eyes peirced at him. I knew he was hiding something, but was not comfortable with telling anybody. Except for me...
"He said," the doctor began to open his maw, letting his tounge find the proper Drakonian words to what he was about to say.
"He said that he has found our promised land," sighed out the doctor, finishing up his report. I looked back at my father, who was breathing heavily, muttering out a few undescrible and inaudible words. I knew what he found. It came to me in a dream...
I began to walk out of the room, Teryo wiping a damp cloth over her soon to be deceased father.
"Young Scy, what should I tell the tribe? I do not believe your father will survive this attack for much longer," asked the doctor, as I nearly left the room, my mind racing with the same thought as well. What should we tell the rest of the tribe? Who will lead us now, that my father will soon be dead? And what about this promised land he found?
I stopped at the doorway, finding the answer that resided deeply at the back of my mind, since my dream which Teryo pulled me out of.
"Tell them... We have found our 'Promised Land'"
Chapter 2.
Three weeks after my fathers death. The caves in the lower levels were dead quiet. The last few candles still burning out their fuel, which was normally supplied to them. But it is no longer a normal time, for our species. The upper levels, and the summit were in mass chaos, as hundreds of Drakonians were packing, and preparing, on their trek to our land, our promised land. The dream still burnt deeply into my mind, on how I was going to lead our people for the next 3000 years of my natural life time. Drakonians usually only live to about 4000 years old, before dying out eventually from natural causes. And I was but a mere 157 years old. Rather young to our species, still.
"Are the preparations complete?" I questioned my advisors. I was at the summit, where many were crowded, except I was inside of a tent, with the room of my own privacy, with my advisors. They were aging, and growing old, and were much older than myself. Although, save for the science advisor, none of them were the original ones that were assigned to my father while he led our people. I looked to the science advisor, now turning 3897 years old. The old coot still had much in him, and could probably live for an additional 400 years, I must say. He was the first to report.
"We have plotted a trail down to our new homeland. Although, we have to head out further than expected," said the old drakon. His staff to aid him in walking is on the makeshift table infront of him. His claws press down on the table, to hold him up.
I looked to the light blue and white scaled domestic advisor now. Although, she looks only a mere 1000 years old compared to many of the females, her true age is 1879 years of age.
"We have gathered what meats we could, and skins. We have enough supplies to survive the original plotted trek, but I believe we will run short for the week left of walking, now proposed by the science advisor," she stated, her tail behind her moving around in agitation, in jerking movements. When she was younger, a rock from the ceiling fell down, and crushed her tail, resaulting in her slightly awkward movements.
The old lizard defended his statement quickly, "Rakoth, scouts have just returned saying that they have found a river, with an abundent amount of fish in reserve for our people to feast on."
The domestic advisor looked at the ancient one, and finally recalculated what food we have left.
"We should have enough food and water if we rationize, although I do hope the scouts found berry patches, or wildlife to hunt, to extend our stockpile."
I nodded to Rakoth, and turned my head towards the defense minister, Kraken.
"We are travelling in a large group. Predators would not dare attack our travel group," he stated to me, his golden slitted eyes peirced their way to mine. I knew he was a busy man, and enjoyed doing work, rather than just standing here. He is to help me to make sure our people survive their travels to the new world. I never believed just how important he could turn out to be.
"Now, onto our new capitals name," I said. There were only three advisors for me to listen to for now, and only those vital three are present with me.
Kraken quickly excused himself, and I allowed him to. I knew what he does best is to supervise my people. And the crashing and splintering of wood I just heard outside of this fur tent were definately not something I liked to hear, and letting Kraken deal with it may be the wisest of actions.
"I propose," the Science Minister began to say, before coughing, and hunching his back as he bent over. He regained his breath, and stood back straight up, as best as he could. His maroon eyes gazed back at me, while he opened his mouth, which is filled with rather sharp incisors, much like any generic Drakon.
"Drakonia will be our capitals name," he said, speaking the name out in the highly accented Drakonian language we all have learnt, and are speaking.
"Let that be her name... Let us end this meeting, and end our night at the base of this mountain," I said to the remaining two bodies in the room, before pulling myself back from the now obsolete table infront of me. The crudely made map in the center of it marked our train, as well as the new, extended trail the science advisor stated.
For now though, this was probably the hardest step for my people.
The creation of our civilization.
Chapter 3
"I hear water!" screamed out one individual near, or most likely, at the front of the long line of Drakonian bodies, as it snaked itself around trees, shrubs, and large rocks and boulders. I looked up from the ground I was staring at. I was near the back, and behind me were several Drakonians pulling a wheelless cart, with several ill and elderly people on it. The Science advisor was on it, after he had fallen down on the trip down the mountain. Finally, on our 20th day of our march, where people were about to lose hope in our mission to our once stated Promised Land, that my Father had found. Actually, we have been in our green and yellowish lands for several days now, where life was returning. More animals, plants, berries, trees. Everything was alive and growing in some way. I smirked somewhat as a butterfly landed on the horn of the person ahead of me, and just rested there.
Everything was growing, being reborn. Our planet was once again alive once more, from the many generations of coldness that swept over it like a plague. The cure found, life was returning again.
And so was the sprouting of the Drakonian civilization.
"Scy!" one cried out, from upahead of me. I turned my head to face the one waving me down. Just from the voice, I easily guessed who it was that was waving me down. My younger sister, Teryo.
"We found it Scy! We did! We finally reached our new home!" she cried out, while running to me, and hugging me in excitement. I smiled at my younger sister. She was just a mere 12 years old. Although our lives do last a long time, our full physical maturity is reached at an astonishing young age of 34 usually.
I kneeled down, so I was face to face with her.
"Yes, we are finally at our new home," I said to her, before kissing her on the forehead. The maid up ahead was calling for Teryo to come back and get into line with the others. She ran back, although a bit more reluctantly than when she found me.
"Our new home... At last..." I thought to myself, looking towards the valley that was filled with rushing water. The birds in the green leaf filled trees nearby chirped happily. Everybodies hopes were rising, as we drew closer to the river which will quench the thirst of my people, and power our new nation to heights never achieved before. Before the wretched cold had swept our lands, and made our people go into hiding. We were slowly dying in those caves. Not by numbers, but in spirit and morale. Now, we have a purpose.
Our new purpose is to spread our people across these lands, and to populate with our given birth right over this planet.
And so I stopped, and stared near the river bank. Some kids ran into the waters, making it go all over themselves and their clothes. Many leaping and wading around in the water, and quickly rushing out from the coldness. But treaded back in, and getting used to the change in temperature. The final picture over our victory against the planet, when the planet tried to kill us off with the long, long winter. We have been pushed back from the cold, and now survived it. The reward is now the planet to my race.
Drakonia is now formed.
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