Brysaar
creates the Drik'kuun.
Eventually, within the ranks of the Ancient's army, there rose a leader. A fearless beast of pure malevolence that revelled in killing. His name was WIre. Wire brought new meaning to pain within Brek'Tyr. His vast army swarmed across the land, killing who they pleased, and bringing the forces of good to their knees.
The gods saw this, and knew that the battle was turning in the Ancient's
favor. One of these gods, Brysaar, took it upon himself to create
a new race of beings to aid in the battle. Beings with the wisdom
and power to bring the forces of the Orok down, and allow peace to come
to Brek'Tyr. These were to become the Drik'kuun.
Brysaar
creates the Drik'kuun.
Forging them in his own image, Brysaar created beings that would eventually spell destruction for the Ancients and their minions. When the people of Brek'Tyr first saw these magnificent beasts, they were terrified. Huge, winged creatures would fly overhead in the dark of night and have battles that would rage on for days. It was then that the people began to call them Drik'kuun; scaled wrath.
However, the people eventually discovered that the beasts were there to help. Their prayers answered by the gods, the mortals began to have hope, and with the Drik'kuun to aid them, began to win their battle.
The war raged on for years, the Drik'kuun nearly wiping out the Orok completely. Many Drik'kuun died during the war, but never to the extent of the Orok. Only one Orok survived past the great war, his skill and brawn unmatched throghout the war, even by the Drik'kuun. The Ancients were destroyed, and all remembrance of them abolished, but he alone survived. His name was Wire.
When the war ended, the Drik'kuun remained. They lived in the land of Brek'Tyr, dwelling with the people. Throughout time, the stories of the great war died, but the Drik'kuun remembered, and passed it down throughout the land. The Drik'kuun became something of myth, people believing that they were ancient beings sent to deliver them, and many started worshiping them as gods themselves. Over time, the majestic name of the "scaled wrath" faded, and became familiar to the people. A new race had emerged. . .The Dragon.
Brysaar and the dragons believed there to be peace in the world again.
The cruelty of the Ancients was destroyed, and goodness could return again.
However, unknown to the world, one being was still in hiding.
The
Orok awaits his return.
Deep within the catacombs of the earth, a single Orok sat alone, his dark heart seething with hatred for all living things. He would bide his time and emerge when the time was right. However, it would be nearly 500 years before his time would come again, and the world would fear his presence.