There's a saying from long before the rise of the City, and it goes something like this: "Nothing is certain except for war, death, and the three moons in the sky."
Well, maybe two of those things are true. But war - that's a relic of a barbaric time past. The Council, those representatives from all tribes, made sure of that, all those hundreds of years ago. War was what razed the continents, what caused the tribes to fear and despise each other. Here in this haven, the City, it was peaceful. It was safe. The A.I. made sure of that.
Although, perhaps it was jumping the shark a bit to say so. Recently, a forbidden question has begun to spring from those dark, cobwebbed corners of dragons' minds - is it really okay?
Cybernetic soldiers, all dragons with enough chrome to crush a scavenger or ten, are starting to make some questionable actions. Particularly, hauling off those who might have been let off with a slap on the wing a few decades ago to places unknown. They act eerily in unison, as though controlled by something - but what?
Dragons are dying, you see. And as I researched for years and years, I have finally found something actionable. It's not something I can entrust to a Citizen, no. For our organization has one goal: track down the Engineer, the one who has lived since the city's inception. You must slay them, and save us all.
This is why I have gathered you here, brave outsiders. From the world beyond, you have traveled here; now, I must request your help. I beg of you: please find the Engineer and free us at last.
Please post your forms on the discussion thread; mine are here as an example.
