Two years ago, strange storms had begun to accumulate across the nation. Snowstorms had broken out in the tropical Sea Kingdom, odd heat patterns had pervaded the Ice Kingdom. This was no ordinary weather.
Recently word of a vision had swept through the dragons' land. A vision where a dragonet, all as young as eight or nine, of each tribe stood atop a peak, an unfamiliar peak, raising an object high. Above them swirled a torrent of clouds and through the siphon gleamed the sun, bold and bright, said to restore order of the climates to their respective regions.
Years of uncomfortable and ill-fitting weather has caused the tribes to be ravenous for a cure. Only the Sand Kingdom seems to be unobstructed by these irregular elements. But even so, could it be safe? Many tribes have gathered there and the population is at its peak. Anything could happen.
The tribes have sent their choices. However, complications have taken place:
The SandWing choice of its tribe was accidentally replaced with a random SandWing of the same age.
The IceWing choice made it to the meeting place unscathed.
The NightWing choice was slaughtered and replaced by the murderer of the same age.
The SeaWing choice lost its nerve halfway, and the lone SeaWing who witnessed it took its place.
The RainWing choice has made it, but has no idea of its task.
The SkyWing choice crippled itself along the way.
The MudWing choice is very aware of its siblings it left behind.
If this group of dragons are able to save the fate of Pyrrhia, they must defeat...
The Elements of the Wicked....
*this is a reboot of a roleplay I made in 2016. Everything is copy pasted on the front page.
