The Banished Storm (The Father of Dragons)- [Fantasy Cover]

Music while bashing:
Gealdýr - Baldrs Draumar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRND6x7a-zc
Path to Nowhere: Truth of the World
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfRbgW6zoXQ

"It is best that he be killed."
"For one cannot cage a storm, nor kill it once let out."

The fool of Zuurin, lord of the howling barrens, head of a banished court, fed back to his savage race. A king of nothing.
Once lord Wyndon was Sharanox's sundering sword and the foremost in its quarrels, no longer. Because of his clan's meteoric rise, the high king of Sharanox now fears his influence. Instead, Wyndon was scourged and damned, his body and mind caged and flayed. Confident of his broken spirit and the weakness of his tribe, the high king extracted a final tribute and vow from him, gorged all of his hoard, then sent him, haggard and stricken, back to his kins in Zuurinheim. Little did the high king know, in his grievous wrongs, he had angered a storm~ and, a brood of dragons.

PAX WYNDA
Before the Wyvern tribes became "civilized" and consolidated under a central banner under the house of Wyndon, they were a mendicant people. The Wyndred were several competing semi- nomadic warrior clans that migrated to what was the Wyndred Valley and the howling corridor of the dwarven Valley of Kings. Though they share a great deal of cultural affinity with the dwellers of the central plains, they retained a notably distinctive culture.

Before the massed adopton of the self- sacrificing Auronite faith, the old tribes worshiped a set of strange dwarven storm gods and living dragons, and also hosted many of the gods of the Ithlingan Black Thanes. By the time of their vassalage under Sharanox, despite the trappings of the Auronite religion, which they adopted when they served as mercenaries in foreign empires~ the mailed-clad chiefs of the various Wyndred tribes remained little more than feuding warlords and were more often than not ruthless, scheming and cruel. However despite their petty willfulness, as a people they were seen as dangerous and capable by all nearby powers- as "cultured" barbarians, the Wyndred were voracious learners and adopters. Their mendicant experience as mercenaries and auxiliaries in foreign service enabled them to create a supremely capable smith class (as those of the dwarves) that allowed them to forge exquisite dwarven- peered weapons and hauberks, what's more, the high literacy rate of the smiths, clerics and scribes were essential making them into a learned retainers and administrators that mimicked and adopted key institutions from nearby states and kingdoms. Within only a few centuries, despite their meager resources and barren homeland, they forged a deadly and well equipped mounted warrior class, a state of the arts armory, and the best trained and drilled heavy cavalry detachment within Heldan. Their ferocity was such that within only a few generations they ingratiated themselves into the Sharanox war machine and became a vital part of its vanguard, all quelled before the heavy Wyndred hauberked knights and their wyvern draco banners. That is, until the high king of Sharanox himself was made afraid of them as well.

Despite eventually being united by the old lord Wyndon and his brood, the Wyndred would have a new destiny that is marked by the stars.