The World of Wraithveil

Situated just east of the Twisting Crescendo in the Windswept Plateau, Wraithveil is an underground settlement built on the foundations of a former kingdom. The dragons here, were born underground and so they will remain, cut off from all of Sornieth by sandstorms whipped up by the Twisting Crescendos stray winds. Escape is impossible, and only the remains of those who have tried have been found by nearby Beastclans, which maintain neutral relations with those leading Wraithveil. Thus, Wraithveil was founded by a large group of travelling dragons, who found themselves ambushed by a seemingly endless sandstorm, and took refuge in a large grotto beneath ground, which, despite their hopes, they have never left. Their group grew in size, eventually becoming large enough to form a kingdom. But perhaps the unceasing sandstorms twisted something in those dragons' hearts, for those in the kingdom then, and Wraithveil now - as the twin settlements of nobles and destitute came to be known - have had evil blow through their hearts, twisting and corrupting whatever lay in its path, dooming those with the unfortunate luck to be born in Wraithveil, to a life of misery. From birth, residents of Wraithveil know that good doesn't last, and heroics are to be exploited.

Paddingknoll

Following a fierce war in which the tyrannical queen Elaria and many of her most loyal followers were executed, the victors of the war formed the first Paddingknoll, a council to make democratic decisions for all of Wraithveil, including Ichorstain, the city where the poorer residents of Wraithveil - and most of the bodies in the previous war - could be found.

Unsurprisingly - to those paying attention to the hidden motivations behind the war at least - all of the Paddingknoll ended up being nobleborn. Despite the new Paddingknoll's reassurances to the Ichorstain residents that this would not affect their newfound freedom, many in Ichorstain were beginning to experience a sense of deja vu, and worried that they had simply put their lives in the paws of new masters. Regardless, those in the Paddingknoll were optimistic, and excited for how they could reform Wraithveil to be a place worth being in.

Ichorstain

Many centuries later, and the dragons of Ichorstain are worse off than they ever were under former queen Elaria. Crime and murder happen in plain sight, the mayor travels with a delegation from the army whenever he steps foot outside, and those in the city are languishing. Gone are the days when anyone in the city had hope for the future. Now all they want is to survive the day, and maybe have something to eat for dinner. Despite the execution of the first Paddingknoll's usurper, the city reeks of misery, and betrayal is as commonplace as air. Optimism is a bad joke told once - and the joker may find themselves looking down at their dead body not an hour later. Some who have time to idle wonder about the name of their city. It seems, at least to them, to be a reasonable name, Ichorstain. A place where a god's blood was split, and only the stain is left behind as evidence that there was once a god.