Thursday, 18 November 2010


during the dark ages, the 4 nations had 4 overlords. mythical beasts. dragons. they were born of the same blood, gaurding over wat was to become britton. the tribes and the mythical beasts, such as centaurs trolls, all live together. the odd dispute occurs but hell thats life. a young userper heard about the kings and queens of the east, and in his infinite wisdom and foolishness declares. wat this land needs is a king. he challenges the white dragon to a duel, all setting up a complex trap, that goes wrong, yet still entraps him. purely by accident. as news travells to the 4 corners of the land. the capture looses translation. and when the three brothers get wind of it, it seems as though the white dragon has been slaine. by a 7ft king with his vast army (though hes 5ft tall partially sitted imbasiel with unfortunate luck and a gang of half arsed hairy rogues with dreams of infamy). the brothers band together to take on this king. yet for all theyre trying epically fail, as they have basically rule with fear rather than actually doing anything. as news travels the tribes fear dissolves, and they try claim a stake against the dragons, except for the red dragon (welsh). hes just laid back, a boozer, the welsh tribes love him and respect hi as a pal. unlike his two other bros, green and blue. as he has to prove his worth to his kin, and they have to prove themselves to the brittons, on a journey to avenge their not so dead but actually living in relative comfort brother, the journey begings. they encounter ballsy tribes and towns folks, ogres giants elves and fairies. and self discovery.

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