Valyk's Journal:
I have never been a fan of the human race, yet I had rarely felt they were beyond redemption.
Until now.
When the Dragons came out hiding and sent emmisaries to educate the human world how to better serve the Earth, they were not heraled by the wise philosophers prevelant in this age. No, they were greeted with contempt and fear- labeled as "servants of Satan" by the Christians and slaughtered by men who were threatened by their message of peace.
And never had I seen humans in their most savage- decidedly inhuman- nature. Thay paraded the beasts' carcasses around the squares, hoisted their heads atop the tower spindles, some eating their flesh raw and some drinking their blood, smearing it all over themselves in the belief that it would grant them special powers.
They found too late all that arrogance cost them their lives, for both the flesh and blood are toxic when ingested, causing a slow, painful death. Those that were merely smeared with the blood were stained with it permenately and were themselves shunned as "the Blooded," most eventually joining the ranks of the Thrall out of pennance- they, too, feeling the brutality of human bigotry.
So I also sided with the Dragons, painting myself with the blood volunarily from a wound my Xaelyth recieved in battle. The markings that came from my inspiration, born from the intoxication of battle, were somehow prophetic to their kind and I was therein consecrated the Soveriegn- leader of the human peoples following the Dragon Hoard.
And I am bound to protect Dragonkind by any means necessary.
