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It had been quite some time since the vast kingdom of Cyallius had seen any major conflict in the last 200 years. Their most recent quarrel dated as far back 803 YD when their neighboring empire, now ally, had attempted to subjugate Cyallius. Thankfully, because of the sylvan kingdom's location in the lofty Drakohnic mountains, Faustvale failed miraculously. The few myriad troops that managed to scale the treacherous heights were easily bested by the noble dragon rider brigade, Cyallius's most esteemed and capable warriors. They were a small platoon but even then, each fighter possessed the strength and worth of a hundred or so soldiers. It was thanks to their longstanding companionship with the draconic wyvern species that enabled their kind to be bound eternally to their 'steed'. The wyverns provided the Cyallian riders with a vessel with which to bring down unholy hellfire against their enemies and Cyallius, in return, provided a home, food, and an unquantifiable amount of amenities. This symbiotic relationship between the two species allowed Cyallius to remain the untouchable powerhouse that has resided near the top within the continent of Draqos.
As time has gone on, the necessity of these valiant riders of Cyallian justice slowly began to decline but there was still need for their strength, if not to let the world know that the mountain top kingdom couldn't be bested conventionally, than to prove that they haven't lost their greatest weapon and advantage over the others. Still, the training to become a dragon rider wasn't for the faint of heart. Entire classes consisting of thousands of applicants would whittle down to merely a group of 10 or so riders each year. The amount of dragons available to be considered for the right of binding were also miniscule in number, so the necessity to breed the very best of the best on both fronts was absolutely mandatory. This most recent year alone managed to produce only seven possible riders but alas, there were only 6 dragons who had reached the age necessary to be bound. That was, of course, until a particular dragon managed beat out the deadline to qualify just in the nick of time.
Jergintarth, or Jerg for short, was larger than average wyvern of burgundy coloring. His wing span was about 25 feet, 5 more than the normal amount, whilst his body was a good 18 feet long, just over 3 feet more than his brothers and sisters. His body was coated in elegant dark red scales that reflected the embers of the sun magnificently. His spine was littered in flexible spines that would lay flat normally until he was agitated or aggressive in which case they'd shoot upwards, giving his aggressors the illusion that he was bigger than before. His tail alone accounted for about 8 feet of his length and had a poisoned barb at the end. The flame sacs located at the base of his elongated neck, near the 'clavicles' if he was a human, illuminated with the secretion that allowed his kind to breath fire and shoot fireballs. The fireballs were actually wads of acidic 'spit' that they would project from their mouths before lightly catching it on fire with a puff of their flames. The action was usually so swift and quick, unless one knew any better, they'd swear these fiends of the sky were capable of literally hurling balls of fire like nothing. His eyes were an aggressive yellow that would make the sun blush with slits as dark as the abyss. Aside from his larger than average size and coating, he didn't appear that much different from his kin. Ebony horns sprouted from his eyebrows and slicked backwards, protecting his cranium for the most part but granting him an even more intimidating appearance. They were large and imposing, establishing his gender as male since the female of his species grew a crown of spikes rather than two individual horns. There was something or another about males competing for a female by ramming into one another until one fainted from a concussion, though that was probably just a rumor... maybe.
This majestic, albeit terrifying, beast remained perched upon a clifftop overlooking the site to the binding right. An encirclement of floating stones, chained together by specific metal composite that grew plentiful in their region. The stones in question were carved to look like the faces of specific deities though to which, hardly knew these days. The metal that kept them bound to the ground possessed specific anti-magnetic particles that cause it to float above a certain level, though to everyone else, they simply understood it as magical ore. Regardless, this would be the site from which Jergintarth and his 'partner', whoever they may be, will solidify their pact as 'one'...
As time has gone on, the necessity of these valiant riders of Cyallian justice slowly began to decline but there was still need for their strength, if not to let the world know that the mountain top kingdom couldn't be bested conventionally, than to prove that they haven't lost their greatest weapon and advantage over the others. Still, the training to become a dragon rider wasn't for the faint of heart. Entire classes consisting of thousands of applicants would whittle down to merely a group of 10 or so riders each year. The amount of dragons available to be considered for the right of binding were also miniscule in number, so the necessity to breed the very best of the best on both fronts was absolutely mandatory. This most recent year alone managed to produce only seven possible riders but alas, there were only 6 dragons who had reached the age necessary to be bound. That was, of course, until a particular dragon managed beat out the deadline to qualify just in the nick of time.
Jergintarth, or Jerg for short, was larger than average wyvern of burgundy coloring. His wing span was about 25 feet, 5 more than the normal amount, whilst his body was a good 18 feet long, just over 3 feet more than his brothers and sisters. His body was coated in elegant dark red scales that reflected the embers of the sun magnificently. His spine was littered in flexible spines that would lay flat normally until he was agitated or aggressive in which case they'd shoot upwards, giving his aggressors the illusion that he was bigger than before. His tail alone accounted for about 8 feet of his length and had a poisoned barb at the end. The flame sacs located at the base of his elongated neck, near the 'clavicles' if he was a human, illuminated with the secretion that allowed his kind to breath fire and shoot fireballs. The fireballs were actually wads of acidic 'spit' that they would project from their mouths before lightly catching it on fire with a puff of their flames. The action was usually so swift and quick, unless one knew any better, they'd swear these fiends of the sky were capable of literally hurling balls of fire like nothing. His eyes were an aggressive yellow that would make the sun blush with slits as dark as the abyss. Aside from his larger than average size and coating, he didn't appear that much different from his kin. Ebony horns sprouted from his eyebrows and slicked backwards, protecting his cranium for the most part but granting him an even more intimidating appearance. They were large and imposing, establishing his gender as male since the female of his species grew a crown of spikes rather than two individual horns. There was something or another about males competing for a female by ramming into one another until one fainted from a concussion, though that was probably just a rumor... maybe.
This majestic, albeit terrifying, beast remained perched upon a clifftop overlooking the site to the binding right. An encirclement of floating stones, chained together by specific metal composite that grew plentiful in their region. The stones in question were carved to look like the faces of specific deities though to which, hardly knew these days. The metal that kept them bound to the ground possessed specific anti-magnetic particles that cause it to float above a certain level, though to everyone else, they simply understood it as magical ore. Regardless, this would be the site from which Jergintarth and his 'partner', whoever they may be, will solidify their pact as 'one'...