I once came across a man sitting alone one moonless night over dancing flames his eyes wandered staring into another time, at least I assumed as much with the hooded cloak obscuring everything but the orange light illuminating his mouth and chin, around him amber light gives way to pitiless darkness. he was a strange man to say the least, he seemingly spoke to flames, oblivious to my presence though I kept my distance.

"Akavir land of Dragons, or rather what once was the land of dragons now belongs to the Serpents of the East, Men and Dragons alike fell to their march ages ago, telling the once Shining Sun Empire fell to its knees to the advance of the Tsaesci, they were mighty, relentless and cold. any ignorance of their power faded when the Sun Emperor Palace fell from the sky into Dragon's bay and the Imperial city razed to the ground.

The Nine Kingdoms quickly faltered after this and only when Man and Dragons banned together did the onslaught slow ever so slightly, but it wasn't enough. we called to the Tang'mo, we called to the Ka'po'tun, even the Kamal but our desperation was met with silence.

In one final breath of effort, the Zanshi wu a band of hundreds of warriors from across the land placed themselves at what few borders remained and did battle with the Tsaeci for 12 yueqi of the moons, one by one they fell, and with each day did all hue of Dragons fall. all for the chance that the Dragon Ships be built and give hope to the few who weren't under dominion of the Tsaeci, funny once bitter enemies from atrocities committed by both sides now rely on one another for their very survival.

The last stand took place at the Singing Vally, the Last warrior who still possessed the arts of flowing the elements fought along side a tired and starving army of 30,000 Swords, but their numbers and strategic advantage meant nothing when a Tsaeci serpent gate was opened before them. Great Snakes as long as the clouds are high approached flanked by scores of Serpent men clad in shining mirror armor came forth and did press on with absolute abandon , to say nothing of their battle prowess but with each that fell, five more took their place.

In what seemed like moments Thirty thousand became fifteen and fifteen into three, and it was then the Nameless warrior of the forgotten arts have them retreat as he brought the entire vally down upon himself and the Tsaeci army.

but it was only a brief reprieve, the army was scattered to the four seasons and the Serpent men made way to the Dragon ships.

But they were too late, the Dragon ships holding hundreds upon hundreds, and hundreds of ships in themselves were already away, and the Tsaeci ships that took chase were burning on the ocean with the last wing of Black dragons soaring above, they too went west following the ships.

and it was then that the Serpent war came to a close, with us fleeing like vermin from the snakes jaws. The countless souls left behind to the ethereal almost chimerical mercy of the Tsaeci?....well there is some truth to the stories of the eaters of men. the Dragon ships would settle on lands to the south east, many moons away from Akavir but not nowhere near the distance the Dragons took to the west.

Those once known as the Blades, called the Dragon guard in ages past......a kind of sick joke from the Tscaeci to be sure... they are a perversion of an......"

The dawn cracked and the hooded man became a silhouette which then faded, and the campfire...was gone. I kicked the ash and there was no embers, no cinder, no..heat.... I was somewhat disturbed, but you've come to accept these kind of things traveling the breath of Tamriel. I have a curious idea about this, I shall return to this place.