>>5410699“It is… Impressive,” Olu the Archer agrees, less enthusiastically, as he offers light support to your injured frame during your first foray into Wevenore.
Olu, a half-human Degenerate Reptilian, has been to the great cities of the Southlands—the warmest and richest lands of the surface, by some accounts. He, like you, sees this place not in the light of the Master Race, who has long suffered in darkness since the bastard surface-mammals drove your once-glorious empire into hiding… But as another bygone empire, a race in decline, suffering scarcity unknown in all but the most forsaken realms of the realms above.
It hurts your heart to see it.
You are the Dragonborn Antipaladin, Champion of the Master Race, self-appointed but thus-far undisputed Copper King of the Bloodrise Mountains. You have allied with these outcast elves against the forces of the Gods of Light, which forsook their race and all but destroyed yours. Together, your peoples have befriend bugbears and worked with worm-folk to dominate dwarves and annihilate adventurers. You have reclaimed ancient secrets of your race—and of the late, once-great Red Dragon King who ruled the Bloodrise Mountain Range before you. Like the Drow, your own people were driven into darkness below, but with the help of the Dark Gods, you will rise again!
