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Born in Dailleis as a lowly dragon soldier. His father was the General Kre'varan and Mother the Queen Sibilis. He was illegitamet and in the begening sent away to the desert of Zekalaus. He was raised by the Orcs who made that desert their home and raised in the ways of true warfare. He returned to his former home at the behest of a magnificent dream of conquest and love. When he came he was instantly attacked by his brethern. The Orcs who supported the fledgling brought him back home and nursed his wounds. He found a promising human in one of the Orc prisons and chose him to be his rider in the fight against the ones he hated now, his own brethern. The Orcs gave their support to the one who promised them loot and power and so also joined at his side in the fight.

A 50 year war ensued between the Bloodletter Orcs and the Red Dragons of Dailleis.The war ended in a cease fire and the horror of the death of the King of Red Dragons. With no other heir Fireblood declared himself Prince and raised his own banner of unity between the Orcs and Dragons. He ruled for a hundred years with a iron fist embattled with a velvet hand. He was good to the people even if at times he was a harsh taskmaster and expected perfection. The mountain grew more prosperous and other creatures flocked to their protection. Elves, Dwarves, even Orcs came under his banner and prospered as well under his rule.

Then the Dwarven Wars began at the foot of his mountain and the Dragons and their allies were drawn into another war. This time against the insidious Black Dragons under the Warlord Krechan. The Warlord wanted nothing short of absolute victory and conquest over everything in the area. His minions fought wit hsavagry and tore the mountain out hundreds of caves and holes. The war consumed his entire clan in it's horror and the whole of the Red Dragons were obliterated. He was left alone amongst the corpses of his friends and enemies alike. A sworn duty flowing over him. "Serve only yourself and your Choson Highlord venture the world and win your honour." and so he ventured on to find the Chosen One.


	Fireblood Blackscale \| home History \| Present \| Description \| Weapons \| Pictures History Born in Dailleis as a lowly dragon soldier. His father was the General Kre'varan and Mother the Queen Sibilis. He was illegitamet and in the begening sent away to the desert of Zekalaus. He was raised by the Orcs who made that desert their home and raised in the ways of true warfare. He returned to his former home at the behest of a magnificent dream of conquest and love. When he came he was instantly attacked by his brethern. The Orcs who supported the fledgling brought him back home and nursed his wounds. He found a promising human in one of the Orc prisons and chose him to be his rider in the fight against the ones he hated now, his own brethern. The Orcs gave their support to the one who promised them loot and power and so also joined at his side in the fight. A 50 year war ensued between the Bloodletter Orcs and the Red Dragons of Dailleis.The war ended in a cease fire and the horror of the death of the King of Red Dragons. With no other heir Fireblood declared himself Prince and raised his own banner of unity between the Orcs and Dragons. He ruled for a hundred years with a iron fist embattled with a velvet hand. He was good to the people even if at times he was a harsh taskmaster and expected perfection. The mountain grew more prosperous and other creatures flocked to their protection. Elves, Dwarves, even Orcs came under his banner and prospered as well under his rule. Then the Dwarven Wars began at the foot of his mountain and the Dragons and their allies were drawn into another war. This time against the insidious Black Dragons under the Warlord Krechan. The Warlord wanted nothing short of absolute victory and conquest over everything in the area. His minions fought wit hsavagry and tore the mountain out hundreds of caves and holes. The war consumed his entire clan in it's horror and the whole of the Red Dragons were obliterated. He was left alone amongst the corpses of his friends and enemies alike. A sworn duty flowing over him. "Serve only yourself and your Choson Highlord venture the world and win your honour." and so he ventured on to find the Chosen One.