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Dragonborn Greek

Before the Dragon Crown, before the empire, before gods learned fear, there was only a child the world was not prepared to name. Born from the oldest earth and marked by the blood of monsters, a boy grows beneath the shadow of Olympus, hunted by prophecy, shaped by exile, and watched by powers far older than the gods who rule the sky. To mortals, he is an omen. To monsters, he is a possible king. To Olympus, he is a threat that should never have been allowed to breathe. But the gods are arrogant. They believe monsters can be chained. They believe mortals can be used. They believe fate belongs to them. They are wrong. When war erupts across the Aegean and the great kings of Greece sail against Troy, the boy steps onto a battlefield already poisoned by divine pride. Heroes seek glory. Kings seek legacy. Gods move men as pieces on a board. Yet beyond the clash of bronze and blood, something greater begins to awaken: a power that does not pray to Olympus, bargain with Olympus, or accept the world Olympus built. As the war spreads from mortal armies to divine halls, the hunted child becomes a warrior, the warrior becomes a king, and the king becomes a calamity. Beside him rise the forsaken, the monstrous, the cursed, and the forgotten. Gorgons, giants, beasts, witches, soldiers, queens, and broken peoples gather beneath a banner no god commanded into being. The gods answer with wrath. He answers with hunger. One by one, Olympus discovers that immortality is not invincibility. Prophecy bends. Thrones crack. Divine blood spills into mortal soil. And as the war of men becomes the war against heaven itself, the world is forced to witness the birth of a new age. The Age of Gods is ending. Something with wings, fire, and will has come to claim what remains. And when the last god screams, the world will finally learn the name of its new emperor.
KingLance · 7.7k Views

Creation King

Eons ago, a prophet of the four horned demon sailed into the land of Alibod. He was once a scholar that hailed from a mighty empire, but fallen long ago. As he spread his teachings, his worshippers begin to linger throughout the feudalistic tribes, hiding among the shadows. When the day struck noon, the moon enveloped the world into darkness, where they’ve begin their assault. Each and every demonic worshipers became the foul beast which preyed upon humanity, losing their minds to the dark lord. The world of man tried to resist against the encroaching darkness, but none lived to tell the tale. When all of hope was lost, the twelve crusaders arise from the shadows of war. Each of them carried divine artifacts bestowed to them by the gods. They began to liberate city after city, bolstering their numbers wherever they went. Upon the final battle between the prophet and the crusaders, the dark army were quickly annihilated as the soldiers who joined the crusaders quest to rid the demons from the land. In the final words of the prophet, he said: “Thou won for Gaia’s bounty! Upon thy death, cometh the twelve plagues be ‘flicted! Tenebris shall take my place, to bring forth the four horns of doom!” He then deteriorated into a skeleton, with his ashes scatter throughout the world. With the War of Faith concluded, the twelve begin to settle the ruins of the land, establishing their own kingdoms to restore peace. Each of the crusaders were awarded by their gods with the saints blood, bestowing them divine blessings, should they ever need to use the divine gift against the demon lord. Centuries later, Duine, the bastard of a mere baron, had stolen a divine gift after defying his fate. From where could his life be lead?
RagCharsade · 14.2k Views