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#BlackLivesMatter
Once upon a time, in a forgotten realm, the world was ruled by dragons.
This is not an important detail to you, because you are human, and you live on Earth in the year 2021. You have important, real-life things to think about, like school and work. Unfortunately for you, your homework will not get finished and you will not be clocking into your next shift.
However, this is an important detail to the dragons. They aren't immortal (mostly), but they do have long memories, and they talk, and they pass down knowledge to their little scaly children about the hairless apes that owe them a great favor.
What is this favor? You don't know. The dragons know, and therefore you should know, because it's obviously very important and of course your ancestors would have told you such a thing. Unfortunately, your ancestors told you no such thing.
Now you are standing in front of a regal red dragon, trying to explain to her that no, you are not a knight or a wizard, you are not sure who she is, you're honestly not even sure who you are at the moment because you just ate a weed brownie like, an hour ago, but the dragon is having none of this, and keeps yelling at you for going back on your family promise after your great-great-great-great-great grandfather swore on his fangs, and orcs take their fangs very seriously, and like, you know you're a little on the hefty side but that's uncalled for, and the guy next to you is getting verbally reamed for losing the fairy king's sword while still holding a frozen Hot Pocket, and this other girl is crying because she spilled her suspiciously liquor-scented coffee when she got kidnapped, and everything is a mess.
The red dragon sniffs you and the rest of the group, her great scaly snout smelling of sulfur and burnt burgers. You notice, or maybe you don't notice, that the lair seems a bit empty - there's a vault door in the back that seems ajar, and indents on the bloodstained dirt floor where heavy treasures were once stacked to the cave's ceiling. The red dragon seems to have some tears and nicks in her leathery wings, and the tip of her right horn has broken off.
"I summoned you in our hour of need, just like how your ancestors summoned us in theirs. If you truly refuse to help us, then you may leave... but we will not help you return, and we will not protect you from the consequences of your traitorous actions."
You (or rather, your character) have been magically transported to the world of dragons. Dragons are big flying creatures that traditionally breath fire, steal sheep for dinner, hoard gold in caves and princesses in towers, and are slain by knights.
The dragons want you to do something for them, claiming that they did your ancestors a huge favor back in the day, and that you're contractually obligated to help them out. You are, in fact, magically contractually obligated, the details of which are currently up in the air - the important thing is that for narrative reasons, you are not in a position to refuse to serve the dragons.
The transported humans may or may not be of non-human ancestry. Their ancestors did not all make identical contracts, but contracts were made - and dragons are very serious about rules and honor. Some dragons might not take their contracts as seriously as others. Some dragons might not be as forgiving of traitors as others. Some native humans or other intelligence fantasy races may have some strong opinions about dragons, and the role of the transported humans.
Oh, also, you might get asked to go to war, but like, you know. Plot.
This is not an important detail to you, because you are human, and you live on Earth in the year 2021. You have important, real-life things to think about, like school and work. Unfortunately for you, your homework will not get finished and you will not be clocking into your next shift.
However, this is an important detail to the dragons. They aren't immortal (mostly), but they do have long memories, and they talk, and they pass down knowledge to their little scaly children about the hairless apes that owe them a great favor.
What is this favor? You don't know. The dragons know, and therefore you should know, because it's obviously very important and of course your ancestors would have told you such a thing. Unfortunately, your ancestors told you no such thing.
Now you are standing in front of a regal red dragon, trying to explain to her that no, you are not a knight or a wizard, you are not sure who she is, you're honestly not even sure who you are at the moment because you just ate a weed brownie like, an hour ago, but the dragon is having none of this, and keeps yelling at you for going back on your family promise after your great-great-great-great-great grandfather swore on his fangs, and orcs take their fangs very seriously, and like, you know you're a little on the hefty side but that's uncalled for, and the guy next to you is getting verbally reamed for losing the fairy king's sword while still holding a frozen Hot Pocket, and this other girl is crying because she spilled her suspiciously liquor-scented coffee when she got kidnapped, and everything is a mess.
The red dragon sniffs you and the rest of the group, her great scaly snout smelling of sulfur and burnt burgers. You notice, or maybe you don't notice, that the lair seems a bit empty - there's a vault door in the back that seems ajar, and indents on the bloodstained dirt floor where heavy treasures were once stacked to the cave's ceiling. The red dragon seems to have some tears and nicks in her leathery wings, and the tip of her right horn has broken off.
"I summoned you in our hour of need, just like how your ancestors summoned us in theirs. If you truly refuse to help us, then you may leave... but we will not help you return, and we will not protect you from the consequences of your traitorous actions."
You (or rather, your character) have been magically transported to the world of dragons. Dragons are big flying creatures that traditionally breath fire, steal sheep for dinner, hoard gold in caves and princesses in towers, and are slain by knights.
The dragons want you to do something for them, claiming that they did your ancestors a huge favor back in the day, and that you're contractually obligated to help them out. You are, in fact, magically contractually obligated, the details of which are currently up in the air - the important thing is that for narrative reasons, you are not in a position to refuse to serve the dragons.
The transported humans may or may not be of non-human ancestry. Their ancestors did not all make identical contracts, but contracts were made - and dragons are very serious about rules and honor. Some dragons might not take their contracts as seriously as others. Some dragons might not be as forgiving of traitors as others. Some native humans or other intelligence fantasy races may have some strong opinions about dragons, and the role of the transported humans.
Oh, also, you might get asked to go to war, but like, you know. Plot.
