Modern legend says that in the time of the world's birth, the firstborn were the elementals. These great beasts of stone, fire, air, and water, and their lesser kindred did much in their lives to shape the world as it is known, and in their great and godly conflict, they fled the primary plane for their own domains where they needed not war with one another. In their absence, the world was silent, and it was the birth of dragons that founded the life of the world as it is known today. But as it is said, the dragons are the mothers and fathers of war, and that is why it is so difficult to find rest or solidarity in the world.
Dragons, being goliaths of strength and sorcery, were so great at war that they laid waste to all of their enemies by the end of the last millennia. It is only a shame, to them, that the only beings worthy of being named their enemies were their own kind, and thus it is said that the dragons fell. This is fortunate, for the lesser folk of the world, as in this last millennia they have begun to truly live as free peoples, if warring ones, without being slave to the rule of their superiors, their progenitors.
It is said that the dragons delineated from bad breeding, and mating with the elementals. From such latter unions it is believed the fey were born, and of the fey were born beasts and humanoids, and of beasts came the animals of today, and further, but the point is that it all came from those two old kinds; this point is proven by Talra's own lineage, said to be of his union with the fey queen before he left the world to rest, though that conflicts with stories that say that all the fey are dead.
These legends and collections of lore tell that there were two dragons by the year that ended their era. Talra and Rakos. Talra, then Dragon of the West, and Rakos, then Dragon of the East, warred with their minions and argued in dreams until one day, they truly fought, and that was the day their people watched. No humanoids were involved in the fray on the day they assaulted Dragoncrown. Even though the largest raiding party one could ever describe descended on that mountaintop, all eyes were on Rakos and her assailant. By claws and fire, arcana and brutality, they tore at each other's scales, ripped at wings, punctured flesh with the tips or their tails until finally, it was night. And these tales--perhaps too fantastic by this point, say that as soon as the sun set on that day, Talra dealt the killing blow, sinking his teeth into Rakos's neck, and tearing her head from her body.
And it was still, and the victor took his victory in silence, staring over the world's strongest warriors. Some tales include great speeches, where Talra explained that all he had fought for was the freedom of the lesser beings, but these are newer tales, and one speech could never have communicated to the entirety of humanoid existence why the dragons, or Talra, had done as they had done. Since that day, Talra was not seen walking again, and those who have dreamed of him call Talra the Dragon of Dreams, who sleeps beneath the earth.
In his wake, his firstborn son built a kingdom that stood for a decade before he left its people and it fell, and the Kingdoms became Countless. Now, all that is left of their empire is the firstborn's greatest work: Talra Tower, and the family that resides within.
