This storyline was put together years ago to explain why COV was
allowed the monsterous/wolf or dragon heads yet COH werent. It is also a line I have thought about usuing for my own Archetict missions storyline for Going Rogue. The whole worldview of these nonhuman races of both Faerie and other Realms that once did and now again do intersect with the CoV/H world is unique but based off of legends,books in a vague way etc and covers everything from many different types of shapeshifter to the speaker in this instance which is a black dragon that prefes his (as he puts it) meded shape,which is basically a humanoid dragon. For those that do not speak gaelic his name means the Black Dragon Lord.
"I am the Recorder,the bard and writer of histories for our Pack and the
one of the advisors for the Ulfir Clan,of the Faol Chattan,of the Lycanus
Nation.You have asked all of the keepers of wisdom for our guidance in
this matter.Here is mine:
For millenia we walked along mankind,long before the birth of their
dying god. In Egypt some of us were called the children of Anubis,for
our canid appearance. We taught man medicine and the arts along with
many others in the great Conclave of Nations,also called the Conclave
of Races. We knew Theseus and Heracles,Cuchulain and Fionn
MacCuhmnal. Then our Peoples started failing. Our other allies in the
Conclave of Nations,some went into hiding and others disappeared in
the various realms and closed the gates to those worlds behind them.
Humans have called several of those worlds Faery or Faerie as well as
other,older names. Less children were born and our nations scattered
into small groups.They called them packs,pards or other things
depending on which of the races they were from. We hid among the
children of man and some were called monsters by the by them,though
some embraced that title and earned their emnity,and were listed in
legend and song.
Then after what many called the Great War,things began to
change.Birthrates went up,old allies long gone reappeared and the
gates to Faery opened once again.We heard that one had come with
the old powers of the ancients,one called Statesman. All we heard of
him was he was honorable and well spoken,though it was rumoured the
the Kindly Ones,what humans once called the Eumenides, traveled with
him and advised him. With birthrates of all of the remenants of the
Conclave that remained increasing,we knew we would have to come out
of hiding eventually.
Several leaders of the small gatherings of the various people of our
Conclave went to meet with Statesman after the Second Great War.
Many died from the hysteria of as one newsman reported it "many
monsters invading Paragon City". Statesman tried to save many of our
people,but could not save all. It seemed that the legernds painted us as
monsters only now and so we were attacked by the police and some
novice heroes. Those who survived told us it was not Statesmans
fault,but the others could not accept us because we looked so
different,were so different.
In desperation we turned to the Rogue Isles.Did we wish to be seen
as the enemies of the first of the New Gods? No. But what do you
do,when your children whimper from hunger and you have nothing to
feed them? Many of us went about as human and fought in their second
Great War,but after that wars end and us having to decide to all move to
the Isles after the attack on our people,we decided that only if our
territories were invaded would we help those of that city.
It has been almost fifty years since that meeting and now we hear that
finally because of these aliens called Rikti that the humans of Paragon
City wish to speak again to us. Will the offer us restitution for our dead?
I think not. What will they offer us? We have a new Ulfric and Lupa in this
pack,some call us a group of some sort,they do not realize the bindings
of family into pack and pack into clan and clan into nation of the Great
Conclave. I have been the tale-keeper of this pack for several centuries
one of the only draeg to be accepted into a pack at all,though many
others would have if they had not gone to Faery and closed their gates
and sat in their dens in the mountains.
Speaking to all of the Pack Leaders of the Ulfir Clan,weather Ulfric or
Lupa or other names meaning the same thing, it is my advice that you meet with Statesman once more and see what is to be talked of. You have asked for my advice before speaking to the other Nations and this is it. Meet with the New God,for I do not
trust the master of these Rogue Isles."
~Talekeeper Draegdhu Righ,two weeks after the Rikti Invasion
