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01/23/09(Fri)09:50 No.3495541Dragonborn once had their own big-ass empire, now they're a dwindling race holding on to prophecies and looking for signs of Chosen Ones and other portents in the stars. They live mostly in rocky, mountainous regions, in the ancient cities built by their ancestors. Most of the buildings are empty and dusty, their population now but a fraction of what once was.
When their old empire fell, the king's bloodline was split in three, and now each last descendant claims a "throne" that does not, in fact, exist anymore.
Dragonborn who care about the future of their race are either Prophecists ("We must wait for the Chosen One to restore our race to greatness"), Royalists ("screw the prophecies, let's unite under a king) who are further split in their loyalty to one of the three kings, or Federates ("screw the kings, either they stop bickering and rule together or we should kick them out and get a government that works"). Royalists, who hold the most political power, usually tolerate Prophecists, but known Federates are kept an eye upon as dangerous rumormongers, saboteurs, betrayers and potential revolutionaries.
Federates themselves can't agree with each other over what should be done once they get rid of the quarrelling despots ruling their splintered race. Some of them are still to traditionalist to think of anything else but a king (from another family they percieve as less corrupt and more capable, although no one agrees as to which one), others dare to hope for a form of republic, and still others close to the prophecists wish for a theocracy to pave the way for the Chosen One of their legends. |