Greetings. Allies.
My name is Vylwar Kronius Rhaegon, only surviving member of the once-noble family, of Rhaegon, and I come, from the lost, post apocalyptic world of Xerxes. I am known as the Child of Prophecy, the heir of Rhaegon, the last flameborn and the living flame.
I come from the once, noble house of Rhaegon was not only, the Overseer of the continent of Kroze, but also, one of one of the commanders of Emperor Throdos the great, whose family, had ruled our world for millennia. Infact, our world is named after the first Emperor Xerxius the Wise, whose sheer command, and mighty intellect had won over the once-savage tribes of our realm who kept on fighting with one and other for power, gold, and women many millenia ago. I am proud of the fact, that my family are direct descendants of Xerxius' younger son, Rhaegon the flame, who didn't see need in sharing Xerxius' power, and glory, and instead devoted himself to the study of magic. However, the blood of the Wise one, flows through our veins, and not only do we all have the same intellect and sheer charisma, our great ancestor did, but also, our Arcane arts are supreme. It is because of this, that we are called the flameborn.
I was one of the commanders, and also the one of the ruling hands, of Emperor Throdos the great. The Great one was one of the greatest rulers of our time, hence, the title. He had built great cities, and fed the poor. However, Throdos made one mistake. He didn't have a heir.
During the emperors last days, One of his hands, Galen Zeltrex Asmodeus who was the guard of the king, lusted for power for unfathomable reasons. Being the guard of the king, he had a lot of influence, due to which he could rally armies. Using his influence, he pulled off a coup-de-etat during the 4920th full moon cycle of the formation of Xerxes. The emperor was slain by his own guard in the capital of Xerxpolis, and he declared himself emperor of our world, the ruler of Xerxes.
I accepted his reign because, initially wanted to keep the peace. However, as the years went by, Emperor Asmodeus, began to treat our world as his oyster. While our grainmen begged for food, and starved to death because of the immense taxes put on by the false. emperor, He threw lavish parties honouring himself. I was born during these times of uncertainity, the 4937th cycle. My beautiful mother, died giving birth to me. Since my father, was very much in love with my mother, he had sworn never to cast his eyes another woman again, and had kept that oath, until his last days. He believed that I was a gift from my mother, thus, he showered all his love on me. I was trained to be a Mage. I was one of the most powerful mages, who was ever born in centuries. However, since I was born with an inbuilt affinity to control fire, in ages, I was said to be a living heir of Rhaegon, a heir he proclaimed would show up to save our world, and who was blessed with flames himself. However, I didn't believe it, till the very end
"You are my last true descendants. Reunite, what I reunited millennia ago. I am with you, my children."
My father, then sent his battleships to Nabdran to defend their gates. Making a military alliance known as the Kroze-Nabdran alliance, the emperor was crushed due to dissent from within, and forces of the outside. We stormed the final stronghold of Xerxpolis, and had crushed the emperors forces. However, the false emperor had mysteriously disappeared.
The rebuilding council who were tasked to select a new emperor, voted for my father, who won by a scratch. Lord Moria, who barely lost, had gracefully conceded defeat, surprisingly. It was known as the Reign of Rhaegon, which started from the 4984th cycle of the foundation of Xerxes. My father, was the first emperor who was not directly from the royal line of Xerxium. My fathers reign, lasted 16 cycles. It was cut short due to the whisperers, who had already begun plotting for the throne. Lord Moria was at the forefront.
Very soon, as time ran short for my fathers reign, Lord Moria began to question the authencity of our family being the descendants of the wise. In his own words, he proclaimed 'Liars, cannot run an empire'. He then, broke away from the empire, which was a shock, and began taking large parts of the central region. We speculated that he planned this attack for ages, since, he was surprisingly, prepared. My father, summoned me back from my studies, and had ordered me to command the guard forces of Xerxpolis, since he felt the my magic would come in handy, for the times to come. Also, he believed that I was the child of the prophecy my great ancestor made.
Because we were unprepared for an attack from the Morians, they took swathes of territory. My father sent his forces to strike back that them. This was during the 5000th cycle.
Around this time during this cycle, the false emperor loyalists, sensing the instability within the kingdom, and the lack of Defense forces, launched a surprise attack from their secret stronghold within the sewers. The false emperor still lived, and had retaken control of Xerxpolis.
My entire family, was thrown into the dungeon. My father, while being captured, ordered me to run. My entire family was beheaded. However, I ran. I ran away from the chaos.
I was cornered within the city. Seeing no escape, I screamt for to my great ancestors for help. That's when, my body, showed me its true flame form, and out of my chest, came a Phoenix. No Mage, was ever able to summon a living elemtal form before, except for Rhaegon. This was when I knew I was Rhaegons heir.
The Phoenix slew all my enemies, and then, I flew away into the dark. Flying back to my contingent, Kroze, I declared my fathers death, and declared myself king of Kroze. However, being suspicious, my own generals betrayed me, and captured me, proclaiming that I'm rebelling against my father. I believe Hard times make hard people, although I felt they had secretly allies themselves with the false emperor, I don't know. However, I couldn't bring myself to attack them, since my father I taught me never to attack one of my own. They threw me, into the dungeons.
At around this time, the Asmodeans, had shown their secret weapon they were developing. The Mana Detonator.
They dropped the detonators, right upon the capitals of both Nabdran, and Kroze. Everyone, with 30 kilometers, of the explosion got killed. This was the apocalypse. But I was saved, saved by the spirit of my father, and Xerxium. They opened a portal, to this planet, and here I am, talking to all of you, mine allies, today. The blood of the dead, were apparently, being used to summon the Voidmaster, who is the destroyer of worlds. With the help of the Voidmaster, the false emperor now seeks out for me, for he knows that I am the son of the flame, and only I can beat him, the Voidmaster, if I am pushed to my limit.
I was seen by the guild master Leesha, who sensed my immense power. I joined, the Bastille of the Winds, and allied myself with the dank emperor, since, like me, they were magic users, and I plan, to take back my fallen world, and rebuild it again, with their help. I am the last member of my family, and the true Emperor of Xerxes. With the help of my newfound allies, I plan to defeat the Voidmaster, and end the cycles of death, he had begun.
