Zerrer's Farewell Speech

[Zerrer]

((Time-wise, I’d guess this would take place after all of the current roleplays are finished, but before any new ones start.))

Zerrer stood on an elevated platform before an assortment of creatures. He had sent out fliers about this speech. There were all of the felbeasts; They had been forced to come. There were many other entities, some which Zerrer had never met. There were also three winged creatures that looked of the same race as him- Dragonborn. One was Ihamira, his reclusive sister. Standing next to her was Toria, His betrothed. Standing off to the side and obviously not caring was someone unknown to this world. She was only 5’4; short in dragonborn standards, had bulky black wings, and had black unkempt hair.

Attention was brought back to Zerrer, who starts speaking.

“I was born 134 years ago, about a month after my sister. She had a different mother then I did, my father being the scoundrel he was. My mother knew of his mistress, and so Ihamira and I knew we were related from the start.

When I was six years old, a caravan was killed by bandits, including my father, mother, uncle, and Ihamira’s mother. Me and my sister were due to be slaves, so we were dragged along a road until Ragnok and his party came. Ragnok was the White Dragonborn, a title I now hold. With him were 5 other dragonborn; the red, blue, green, bronze, and black. They rescued us from eminent slavery, and took us in.

We were their servants for another 6 years, until I was chosen to be Ragnok’s Disciple. Ihamira was chosen by Meghar the green the year before. I was then bound to a geis, to become a Dragonborn myself when my master was slain.

Yet another 4 years later, that happened. A group of fanatics, known as hunters, were soldiers sworn to kill any magical beasts or creatures, including the dragonborn. These hunters found the castle where my clan of masters and disciples lived, and started fighting. I murdered two advance hunters, and one had a small white tiger in chains. In pity, I freed this tiger and let it into the woods, an act that I would later regret.

Me and the other 5 disciples fled at the command of our masters, while they fought the hordes of fanatics. We fled through freestanding doorway in the woods, and found ourselves in another world. Once we entered the other world, all 6 of us simultaneously molted.”

(“Exploded, more like.” The black dragonborn murmured.
“Shut up, Sicas!” Toria hissed back.)

“Our wings burst out of our backs and we became much stronger and more powerful then before. We came to have many adventures in that world, one of which I killed a black dragon known as Kov’ag with my bare hands.

A decade year later we found that we all had individual powers. Mine was the formation of magic crystals, incredibly strong and completely loyal to me. But Sicas, the black dragonborn, had the unique ability of breaking the border between worlds. She led us back into our own world, where the populace hailed us as kings and queens of the planet.

Almost 90-odd years later the hunters found us again. They were led by the same tiger that I had freed a century before. His name was Syph. He found us, and all 6 of us together could not defeat him. He cast a spell that shattered the world and banished us to our own particular realms.

I don’t have all of the details, but somehow my sister was immune to this particular magic. I guess it has to do with her mother, whom I doubt is completely human. Anyways, I fought and fought against my imprisonment, until I finally burst through. A world has sprung up, after the spell had been cast. The nature of that spell simply bans the victim from each and every world, but this new world had no such restriction. I awoke inside Blackstar.

Ihamira was already free, but she didn’t know where I was until recently.

Toria was imprisoned, until I found a meteor with the ability to reverse the banishment spell.

Sicas, due to her magic, was able to free herself in the same manner as I had.

My sword being broken, I switched through many weapons, some that used to belong to my master, and some that belonged to the other masters. I had no weapon of my own, until I chanced to find a horn. This horn was the horn of the great black dragon, Kov’ag who I take my surname from. I crafted a great Nodachi from it and my crystal magic. He drew his sword. ”This sword, although made from my blood and magic, now belongs to the new warlord of the Felbeasts.” He gently tossed his blade to a Mantynor, the pangolin demon.

“Speaking of the Felbeasts; I founded this clan with the intent to combat Syph’s armies. I trained them and helped them until I finally realized; they are no longer an weapon that I can point and have them fight. They are now their own entity.

I have recently come across a prophecy. The details of the prophecy are my own, and so I will not reveal them, but because of it, me and my kin must leave this world. We have to free the rest of our kin and then find a world to continue our legacy.

I have lived in this world for several years. I have done many things, both cowardly and regal. This-“ Zerrer stumbled over his words, “This world is the only one I’ve loved besides my own. I am sorry, but I must leave.”
Zerrer looked back to the crowd. “So, any questions?”

((This is Zerrer's goodbye to Blackstar, not mine. Basically, I’m not going to join any new roleplays with Zerrer anymore. I will finish the ones I’m already in, so don’t worry about those, and I will join them with Ashael. I also give the felbeasts to Alakin1, the SIC. It's not as if Ashael could be warlord when she's not even in the felbeasts.))