History

We are stranded here in Gloomveil, a place where we are the only warrior clan. Our homeland, a place of eternal battle, seems very far away. Rust Dragon's name once evoked respect amongst the warlords of the Blood Fields, and here in this place it will soon be the same. I am Jade Rabbit-Bounding, Tale-Teller of Rust Dragon. It is my duty and responsibility to document my master's life in order for his offspring to benefit from his experience. I collect all that I hear and see, preparing his Life-Scrolls for the day he dies. Rust Dragon's story is intertwined with those who serve him. Torpid Cogspindle, tinkerer, related a tale of the Dragon's early years:

"It was in his youth that I fell in with the young Rust Dragon, a Gawk from the Far South. I healed him with a salve in exchange for keeping my own life, and was adopted into the lad's warband by his master, One Flint Bellow. The young one was quite a warrior let me tell you. Won us many a battle. Between his tactical skills, and my inventions, we became undefeatable in the Swollen River region, expanding our territory all the way to Brass Hill. Soon Rust Dragon became a man, and defeated One Flint Bellow in bare-hand combat. A terrible battle, if I have ever seen one. The rest of us were sworn to his service, and followed Dragon to his next conquest, Stork-Neck Marsh. We slaughtered the foul band of Muels who had taunted us with raids for so many months. It was perhaps a week after the battle in that filthy place that Rust Dragon led a small band into the dread Mouth of Mists on a scouting mission. I was in charge of charting our course, having limited cartography skills, and a Lodestone Device. We bore the brightest lanterns I could make fuel for, wandering into the thick fog, joined by lengths of rope. I'm not sure what happened exactly after that. None of us seemed to know for certain. Everything just got very dark and slow. Like a dream..."

And so it is that we find ourselves here in this place of Gloom.