I have lived for a long, long time.
I raised a kingdom and watched it fall.
And when it fell i resurrected it,
Holding the dead within to my will.
My name is Domonic, and I am the Forgotten Dragon King.
When I grew into my dragonic powers, I was young and ambitious.
I was also very stupid.
With my powers growing I sought to become a force to be feared.
Little did i know that i would succeed. Perhaps a little too well.
I gathered followers, gained influence and amassed wealth.
Once my plans were ready I began to build my city.
It took a great many years, and most of my vast wealth, but as the stone and wood took shape, I knew it was nearly time. I took flight to my bretheren and persuaded some to come live in my city. on the way back home, an idea struck me. litteraly. I collided with a large Demon towing a cage ascending through the clouds. as we hit the ground, i saw in the cage, an assortment beings. elves, humans, dwarves, even mer creatures. I killed the demon and destroyed the body so that non would find it, and took the beings to my city. i gave them homes and jobs, even enlisted some for my growing army. I took my city and grew it larger than i had originally planned, and sent an invitaion to the demons for denizens of my city. it took some time but a flow of them came to me, seeking refuge from prejudice. i took them in, and shapped them, molded them into a new peice of the puzzle that was my city. with my assorted residents, and now massive military, i began a conquest of the world. i planned and fought and killed. my plans were finnaly coming to fruition. until dissention began to spread. my troops turned on themselves, killing and slaughtering themselves and the citizens of the city. foolish pride and disagreements brought ruin to my plans. fear of my army had cause the enemy to dessert and cause chaos in my camps. when the smoke and dust cleared, I alone stood atop the world. my city was ruined, and i was totally alone in my realm. in an attempt to correct what i felt was so grevious a wrong, i turned to necromancy. i ressurrected all of the citizens, and the entire army. i was alone, and ruler of a dead world. my world of bones grew dull, and i began to lose my grip on sanity. just as i had thought to end it all, i had a breakthrough. why rule tis dead world when i can live in comfort in another?