Alright Boys and Girls, I have my High Sci Fi thread running, time for some High Fantasy. Its an oldy but a Goldy (pardon the pun).

Intro Material:

The world is in flames. For countless millenia a general peace has ruled in the land of the Dragons. Each Brood kept to its own, and when insult or dispute became to heated, the great arbiters, the Sky Brood were called in to help. Always the rulings of the Sky brood were found to be wise and impartial. Guided by this, and the strict code of honor and proper behavior amongst dragons, the broods thrived and peace and prosperity held. Then came the rise of Pyrothraxus. He was a young dragon, raised to the rule of the warlike Blood-Flame brood under tragic and mysterious circumstances.

Pyrothraxus chafed under what he came to call the "Rule" of the Sky brood. He urged his allies to abandon the current methods of settling disputes, calling it "bending knee" to the Sky brood, saying that any true dragon settles disputes with Tooth and Claw, Flame and Blood. He began gathering a coalition of allies who followed his mindset, abandoning the way of peace for the archaic ways that had once nearly doomed the Draconic species.

The Sky brood tried its best to calm the faction, to bring them back to the ways that had for so long, aided the Broods to keep from tearing each other apart. Pyrothraxus rejected these overtures, calling them nothing but the weakened and exposed Sky Brood's attempts to regain power. The Sky Brood held no true power, only the wisdom of its decisions had ever made dragons follow them, but yet the murmurs spread throughout draconic society, murmurs that maybe, Pyrothraxus was right. Until it came to be that while many of the Sky brood's longest allies stayed firm, most had left them, claiming neutrality, if not alliance with Pyrothraxus.

Finally in a last bid to regain peace the Sky brood called one last time for a Parley. Surprisingly Pyrothraxus accepted, even offering to meet them in their own brood hold, to ease their minds. It was of course all a trap. Pyrothraxus came with his designated party of Dragons. While they parlied under flag of truce though another force came, flying under cover of night, they struck without warning, and overran the defenses of the Sky Brood hold, formidable though they were. The brood hold halls were washed with blood and seared with flame. The great leader of the Sky brood was struck down by Pyrothraxus and his guards, though it cost Pyrothraxus his Right eye.

Perhaps most heinous of all they even destroyed the hatchery, crushing the eggs and burning the nests. In the end the Sky brood was completely wiped out except for one lone survivor. Khellendros. The heir to the Sky Broods leadership. He alone escaped, and raising the hew and cry gathered together the shocked and outraged allies of the Sky brood to come to war.

The battle raged for two thousand years. And slowly the power of Pyrothraxus's absolute command of his allies overcame the consensus command of the Resistance. They fought bravely, but too many broods stood by, only to be picked off or subverted by the blood Flame clan. It is now the final days of the Resistance, fighting against the Tyranny of the Blood Flame clan. Khellendros fights as a free lancer, going from fight to fight, finding allies and helping where he can. A change is coming though, a Pivot point in the war. He senses it, he's worked for two thousand years to bring it about.

It is time.