The Dragon Order
On a cold winters eve. Two dwarven brothers were in the ToadsEar Inn. Talking about their adventures, the two brothers both came started to talk about the magical Dragons Key. A ancient eleven artifact that can open any door, and gives the wearer of the key special Dragon Protection. The two brothers soon thought that they could find the key. Both were well known around the town. Glijion, the older brother was known for his act of adventureing, and finding ancient treasure. Filgon, the younger brother was known for his strong spirt, a strong Warrior for a ancient Dwarven house known for its might.
"I'm telling you Filgon, you and I can find this Key. It will give us great worth. I bet your Dwarven house would love it" Glijion said, before Filgon interupted him.
"Brother, this will be dangerous. The Elvens protected their artifacts with mystic spells. I can bet you removeing the key would cause a curse of some sort..." Filgon said, strokeing his beard. Glijion looked up, puzzled.
Mumbleing Glijion said "Well, who here is the treasure hunter and lore master, and just some petty grunt sent in to kill wild boars". Fligion gave Gligion the evil eye. Gligion knew and was proud of his brother Fligion. But he thought Fligions pride got in the way of many things.
"We'll need a mage, and a rogue of some sort to open doors for us" Glijion said. "But, the last Dwarf mage died three thousand years ago. I doubt we will be able to find one, rogues are a time a dozen. That whole table I bet are part of the Rogue Alliance" Glijion said, pointing to a table with five men.
Fligion nodded. Saying "I bet you're right. Though I don't like their kind. I bet they would kill us in our sleeps for a key worth 500,000 coin"! Fligion yelling. The Inn patrons turned around and looked at the dwarves. Pulling out their swords.
The one thug said "You know about the Dragon Key? You're gonna tell us everything or else we will kill you here" He said, before a ball of arcane fire came down onto him. Screaming in pain, the other thugs looked at the strange robed man. Attacking him, the strange man shouted strange Elvish words killing them all.
The strange man walked towards the Dwarves. Fligion jumped up with his sword, but the Strange man knocked it out of his hands.
"Fools I'm helping you" He said. Lifting down his hood. His face was that of a Mystic. A strange race that has a mixture of Human blood, and Elven blood.
"If you are looking for the Dragon key, I know where to find it. But it will cost you" He said with a smirk.
Fligion asked him "1,000 coins", but he was cut off.
"No, no money. I need help getting rid of the Dwarven Empire. They are a threat to my race. They continue to attack our towns". Fligion looked confused, and had mixed emotions. Overcome with greed he agreed. Same with his brother and they left for Dragorth. A small Elf ruin.
The three adventures walked into the ruins, while overhill a Elven Gaurdian watched. Fireing a arrow, it pierced Fligions armor. Strikeing his lung. Coughing in blood, Glijion ran over to his brother.
"Ah, so this his how a Royal Blood Family member goes down" Fligion said, before his lungs filled with blood.
"Come, we can't stay here more will come soon" The strange man said.
Glijion ran after the Strange man, but soon ten elves jumped out of the bushes. Ambushing the two men. The Strange man, soon fired arcane magic at them, but it was reflected damageing him. It seemed like he would die, but he got back up and removed his illusion. He was Huthrion De Vrath, a demi god. A evil one, that hated all races but for the Dark Elves. Soon he killed the Elven people, and turned on Glijion.
"This is your fault, you destroyied your kingdom for a mere piece of gold. You can have it, the legends are lies. It does nothing but open up a door" De Vrath said, laughing.
"You monster, you wont get away with this" Glijion said, shakeing his fist.
"But I shall" Soon Glijion woke up in a Inn. With all in his hand, the "magical" key with a note.
I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you know you are the last dwarf on Mord. Enjoy your final dayou all are. Only you know this, be proud Glijion.
Huthrion De Vrath ys, a freeman as soon. You will all be enslaved by me. You wont know you are slaves, but really you all are. To my house of Vrath, and all my minion slaves.

Glijion looked out the window, and saw children playing. He soon went outside, and thought he will not allow this. He will change the world. He created a special order, called the Order of the Dragon to set out to destroy Vrath in secrecy. Soon he and the 99 other order members locked Vrath and his evil minions in the farthest regions of Mord. Though, one day a new Order of the Dragon member named Cylius, a young human from the northen part of Mord. When he came to the order, the eldars used mystic powers to their surprise find that he had Vrath blood in him. They trained Cylius to the best of their abilities but keeping a watchful eye on him.
*Chapter Two: Into the Waste*

Cylius. after training for twenty years learned all the secret abilities the Order had. He thought the funny thing was that he learned ninty percant of his abilities and training the last year. After fighting in seven battles for the Human Kingdom, giving him a veteran status he soon set out with the Eldars to the farest part of Mord to contain the evil power of Vrath.
Vrath awoke from his hundred year slumber and started his rage and starting to lay waste to parts of Mord. The ten "Dragonborn" each with blood of a god went to stop him. Cylius knew none of them. While in school, he was kept away from the other twenty students. Cylius soon met two other Dragonborn named Flijion (Glijions son), and Drathius a mage student who stuided Blood and Necromancer magic.
"All I'm saying is why do we have to kill Vrath? We can learn a lot from his powers" said Drathius, chewing on his stall bread.
Flijion looked up at him and responded with "What? Do you want to get in trouble agian? His powers are too much for us to handle. Let the eldars deal with it" Flijion said, while looking at the moon. Drathius just laughed it off. The three friends all knew each other well. Flijion was born with the great dwarf demi gods blood, named Orthious god of lava. Drathius was born with the Underworld gods blood. Giving him power over demons and monsters. Drathius learned to contain his power. Everyone knew about Cylius. They laughed at him, and he was a outcast. Born with Vrath blood gave him weird features. Glowing red eyes, blue pale skin etc.
Cylius sighed, his friends always got in fights. Ethier with Flijion talking about the great dwarf gods, and Drathius saying that dwarfs are lesser and he could kill the dwarf god. To Flijion makeing fun of Drathius, calling him a witch in which Drathius would respond angerly. Drathius always told him he was a warlock. Drathius and Flijion were friends since the Level One. Twenty years together, they both became great friends. At the start they did not like each other but grew to become friends.
"Alright get up, its time to head out" Cylius told his friends before a rock hit his head. It was one of the other Dragonborn laughing at him. Cylius just rubbed it off, got up and left towards the other Dragonborn. They walked until they hit a dead end. Juil the Mystic held up the map.
"This is where we are going, but it seems like a big ...." He was cut off, a arrow pierced his eye. killing him instantly. The Dragonborn got in attack formation, as Vrath was on top of a massive Shadow Dragon, fireing massive bolts of darkness down towards the Dragonborn.
"Heh, I want one of those" Said Drathius, before casting a shadow wisp to attack the demons. Flijion attacked the Demons on the right, while Cylius got the ones of the left with his arrows. He looked up and say Vrath, stareing at him. Vrath and him contained constant eye contact untill Drathius fired a massive metorite crushing Vrath. Vrath turned to dust, but soon a massive Dragon came flying down towards the three last remaining Dragonborn.
Fools! I would never enter battle with ten "Dragonborn". It would be no challange. I hope you all know what you have done. When the Order left to track me down, I sent all my demons to the great cities. They will fall by tomorrow. Drop your weapons and serve me, and you will live.
"Never!" Flijion yelled, running towards the dragon. The Dragon picked him up and flung him towards a tree killing him.
Drathius casted a spell on the dragon, reveling its true face. It was Gligion. How was it possible? He died thought Drathius.
Thats right, I betrayed my on people to become a god. Vrath is real yes, but he is a mere puppet. He was watching you the whole time. In fact, you killed him. But that does not matter as Im giving you a chance to have a better life. Its your move Drathius.
Cylius was bleeding out, a demon got him in the rib. He looked over and saw Drathius walking towards Gligion, and then opening a dark portal sending him flying into it.
NOOO You have forsaken me.... my student.
Drathius looked down towards his dead masters body. Kicking it. He looked towards the dead dragonborn and their spirts, Vrath, and Gligions spirts and powers entered him. Turning him into a giant Lich. Looking down at Cylius he said
I know it looks bad, but it had to be done. Nobody should know about this. Tell them that Vrath is dead never let them know Gligion was behind it all. Now go, before the skeleton army gets here.
Cylius was then healed, and teleported to the keep. He told them all what happened, how they all died and he was the last one left...and how he killed Vrath. Soon when he was reading a book, Drathius contacted him.
Good, I'm glad you did not tell. Thought in order for this to live on, I want you to give this information to the most trustworthy, hardworking Dragonborn.
When Cylius got older and became Grandmaster. He gave this information to his assistant named Drathius II. Drathius had a son, but it was hush hush....