Montagne Ardaen

Aevorius was born to a nation retorn Whose fires were burning nadir To remedy this agony and reassert Dràkony The Dragonlord sent him here In the waning years of the Age of Fears His parents were wingless prefects And you know the rest from the ancient crest In the days of the Dragorex In his youth he fought claw and tooth To mark himself worthy of name His father was hopeful, jealous and boastful That his sons had all done the same But fire burned as ambition churned To give Aevorius his drive He dreamt of a world where dragons had hurled His voice to unplundered skies So starting his quest he looked to the west To the city where dragons may roam He set out to feast in the uncharted east To call a new place his home The disparate tribes had gone picking sides And found themselves aghast That the upstart boy of Tyralakoi Was keen on observing his past But doubts he’d attack and temperance he’d lack As the old ways seemed to bore Drakonia had come from the laypeople’s sum And kings were simply no more So mounting his drake he looked to the lake Where fondest memories grew His father had taught the same things he sought; He dreamt of kingdom, too In visions insane he took hold the reins Of a man who echoed his quest He saw now the end and could never rend His life from heaven’s behest So looking to the peaks and evaluating his feats Aevorius felt no disdain For once in song his people had longed To cross Mountains Ardain So looking to the peaks and evaluating his feats Aevorius felt no disdain For once in song his people had longed To cross Mountains Ardain And he made way for Draki pane was born to a nation retorn Whose fires were burning nadir To remedy this agony and reassert Dràkony The Dragonlord sent him here