Mundi is a realm built from the Gods as a testament to their power, to prove to themselves and each other the reaches of their power. It is formed of the basic elements; fire, water, air, earth and metal. The tallest peaks would pierce passed the clouds and into the heavens while the deepest reaches bore their way down into the reaches of the underworld.<br/><br/>Being were placed on Mundi to live and to thrive off it and its green lands and lush forests. The most powerful of these creatures where the dragons. Of varying sizes and shapes, no one has been able to narrow down what exactly they look like.<br/><br/>Of the creatures made to live on Mundi, only humans were ever so quarrelsome. The other races had their squabbles but none would shake the earth and move so many as the humans did in the name of their Gods and their Kings and their Lands.<br/><br/>When magick was introduced to the world, one could say that all hell truly broke loose. At first those who wielded it without a proper understanding of what it was were seen as threats, but as time passed and those with an affinity for the Art learned to control it. The races studied it and began to use it to better themselves and their ways of life. The Dwarves used it in their mining, the Elves in their hunts and the humans for building and for war.<br/><br/>For a millennium or more Mundi has existed and now it has been split into Kingdom after Kingdom. And even still the Kingdoms bicker over the smallest thing; borders and trading and resources. Convallis has been at war, always at war of kind or another with Apricus. Whether it be marching an army through the mountains or flying them over in the airships; spies invading the other court for information or going so far as poisoning the regent. Though their is peace now, it is strained and tense and reaching a breaking point. The trades are not going as well as they should and too many spies from Apricus have been found in Convallis's capital, Ancra, as of late.<br/><br/>The Queen, Vidalia is certain that Arpicus is out for blood, for land and their throne. She has attempted to talk her, reluctant, husband into preparing for war instead of talks. She was certain there was no talking to the King of Arpicus. She is ignored, every time without fail. There is no getting through to her headstrong and stubborn King. She refuses to take this as his answer to their predicament and further refuses to let him sit in luxury on the throne while their kingdom is under threat.<br/><br/>There are whispers coming down from the North when the barons and dukes come to call; whispers that a dragon is in the area. Fires have been spotted in the mountains, but nothing out of control. Some suspect it is a young one, just learning its flame. Some call for knights to be dispatch to investigate, to be certain to know that dragon is not in the mountains to the northwest. Vidalia did not miss the opportunity to ride out with them. Glad to be out of the castle, away from the court and the jealous stares of court women. She could use the fresh country air, but most of all, she doubted that there was a young dragon in the mountains. There was a strangeness to the wind, a trace of brimstone and ash. It was something far more powerful that any hatchling and she was determined to make it an ally for the up and coming war.<br/><br/>She had traded her long skirts for fine pants and tunic, a think fur cloak and a tiny circlet instead of her crown. She rode on a small dappled horse with at least one knight to either side of her and a few others in front and behind. They were miserable as they had spent the last few days merely wandering the paths in the mountains, looking for fires in the night and talking to townsfolk when they could. They received little if no information of strange activities in the area. They would stay just another night at the Wooded Valley Inn in the town of Silva. A small town of roughly 500 people who relied heavily on the lush forest that sprung up around the town.<br/><br/>She sat in the common room, the knights sitting about the room, minding themselves but watching their Queen. There was always one pair of eyes on her and yet another on the door.