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History of Valareos
A single egg, stolen from its nest, was brought to the Dark Elves of Neriak. Inside, the hatchling who would be known as Valareos, began his escape into the real world. His time as a dragon, however, was short lived as the dark magics of the elves changed him into one of them. He began to learn the art of Enchantment, in an attempt to reclaim what he knew was his He spent years in the land of Norrath, working for those who had stolen him. Even at a young age, he proved himself to be a leader, being in charge of a group known as the Protectors of Neriak, then being an officer in a the much more prestigious Dark Defiant Warriors. All his work however, was about to pay off, for he had found a spell to reclaim his lost soul.
The spell took him away from Norrath to a place known as Istaria, and upon arriving, the spells the Dark Elves hd casted upon him were gone as well, faded away as the magics of one world took over from another. He was finally in his draconic form... although a bit strange. He always saw himself as a red, but here he was, a hatchling, with platinum scales and red underbelly, a mystery he could not explain. He grew within this world, happilly, becoming an adult and flying over the land. Yet, he still felt like there was more to know, more to learn. With his dual coloring, he yearned to find his parentage, to know who he truly was. With the help of a few mages, a portal was created with his own energies, linking to his place of origin. He expected to arrive back at Norrath, But this was not the case. This land, was a new land.
A castle upon the sea line, ruled by an Orcan ruler named KIng Aqua was not the place he thought he would appear. Yet here he was, and still retaining his true draconic form... and surrounded by guards. He was quickly taken away to the dungeon, and left for three days before King Aqua himself arrived. The choice given: Be killed, or become a knight of Atlantean Keep. He could have fought his way out, but this idea intrigued him. a Dragon, as a knight of a kingdom. He accepted, and quickly had risen in ranks. Within just a few years, his ability on the battlefield both flying and on the ground with a sword proved to be without equal. His true test came when a rival kingdom stole the princess, and demanded what could not be given. Sir Valareos challenged them to a fight... they chose their champion, and they chose the rules.
This was concidered laughable by the rival kingdom, but they accepted, and did everything they could to pit the battle against Valareos. In the end, Valareos and the opposing champion fought to a standstill, both fighters falling after giving a near fatal blow to eachother. Out of respect, the rival kingdom returned the princess, and Valareos was promoted to Knight Protectorate, and given the title of Lord. His actions, however, also caught the eye of another, who, unknown to Valareos, was watching.
Not long after, the king and his royal host seemed to disappear, leaving the castle feeling like a ghost town. Intent to continue his job, he sealed off the castle to protect from looters, and opened up the watchtower, keeping an eye with the remaining knights on the lands. Time passed, and those who used to seek out Atlantean Keep were seeing Lord Valareos as the true ruler. Valareos did nothing to change that view, it made dealing with neighboring kingdoms easier. King Aqua did return one day, and in a fit of rage, stripped Valareos of his status and sent him away. He had no where to go, having built a bit of a life for himself. This was when fate seemed to smile... Eliphas Runesword, a platinum dragon appeared with news that shocked him. Valareos was the missing child of the clutch of Teiwaz Runesword and Terilanna the Red, and Eliphas was there to take him home.
Finally, his home, and to find his lineage was that of a god! Son of Tiewaz Runesword, Grandson of Eliphas Runesword, Great-Grandson of Bahamut. Or, this was the story told. He felt more alive than he had in a long time, and blindly followed the rules of the Runesword, after all, was he not in line to inherit the leadership of the clan? He was being caught, however, in a circle of deciet created by that which followed the ideas of "good" to the point where it was an evil act. In this time, he became close to the teachings of Tiamat, and more and more drifted aways from the ideals of "Ultimate Good". It came to a head when the Dark Rune, described as the Shadow of Eliphas, appeared. Valareos took the view that to get rid of Dark Rune, then Eliphas must die. He was stripped of his position in the clan soon after his attempt.
Running from the Clan, Valareos took back his original name of Draconrouge and sought refuge in a nearby kingdom, hoping to escape his father's wrath. This led him to the Kingdom of Caladar, where once more, he rose quickly in the ranks. He was always watching his tail, however, and looking for oppertunities. When an assassination against the rulers was carried out, Valareos quickly killed the offender, and took over leadership of the kingdom. The kingdom was his, now, and he began to defend against the armies of the Runeswords that were to come against him. His first task was to the Temple of Tiamat, offering the platinum side of his soul for protection. This offering was gladly taken, the soul used to make an orb of Platinum dragon control, which exists still somewhere deep in the confines of the old City of Caladar, which was burned to the ground at the final battle.
On top of the ruins of Caladar, Valareos built a new kingdom: the Kingdom of Drecanis. His vision is for a kingdom ruled by dragons, a place where all dragon kind, no matter their color, can live in peace. This invitation has been extended to dragon kin, dragonriders, and any who are willing to swear allegance to Drecanis. In Drecanis however, the dragons are the ruling class, all others must work their way to earn the respect of dragonkind. Valareos, as Elder of Drecanis, carries the Sword of Drecanis, which uses the elements of Good, Neutral, and Evil to represent all Dragons. This is the end of the history, but the beginning of the future.