In the year 386 of Faraway, the magnificent, shimmering-scaled lord, the Great Azracha, terror of his era, came to grace the kingdom of Faraway with his glorious despotic reign.

All bowed before him—the Dwarves of Boût, the kingdoms of Seaside and Overthere —all paid tribute to his infinite wisdom and merciless fire.

When the Nonearby crossed the border under the pretext of their pitiful civil war, fire answered them. When half their lands lay in ashes, they accepted the Earl of Tririva as their new king, by the very wise and powerful decree of the winged overlord.

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Many so-called “heroes” sought to slay our Lord. But his scales are impenetrable, and his claws cut through steel. It is said that the entire Boût range is carpeted with armored skeletons, remnants of the fools who tried the impossible. Some even whisper that the place is haunted—but that is mere superstition… What is certain is that death awaits any who enter.

Soon, the Central Empire faltered, and the power of the Great Azracha became uncontested. He left his daughter, Azyshï the Magnificently Powerful and Terrifying, to rule our land, while he led a mighty army to seize continental power. He became the Emperor of the Red Empire, to whom you all owe allegiance.

Long live Emperor Azracha! May his Fire reign eternally!

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