Welcome

Aer   Dragon’s   are   the   origional   race   of   Dova,   from   an   era   long before   earth   was   fully   formed,   they   came   from   the   red   planet   as ambassidors   to   what   was   then   a   blue   paradise   planet   that   boasted vast   forests   and   plains.   Masters   of   the   realm   between   space   and dimensional   travel.   by   bending   space   they   slip   between   parallel worlds   or   across   vast   distances   of      space.   They   are   both   of   Myth and legend but not so long ago they walked among us.                             It   is   the   end   of   an   age   of   Earth,   this   wonderful   place,   the mother   of   all   and   the   Sentinel   of   life.      The   unbiased   custodian   and keeper   of   secrets   beyond   time   itself   yet   is   also   the   keeper   of memory.   It   is   known   by   the   elders   that   to   seek   an   audience   with Gaia   that   it   is   a   one-way   journey   because   the   youngling   who   goes to   meet   with   her   will   most   surely   emerge   as   old   as   he   or   she   will ever   be.   Within   days   they   will   pass.   Time   gives   no   favor   so   the younglings   are   intensely   trained   for   that   visit   and   then   to   deliver their   memories   via   telepathy   to   a   mind   recepticle.   an   Orb   of Pachacutiq.                The   rustle   of   leaves,   The   cold   North   wind,   that   sigh   as   winter gives   way   to   spring,   the   cold   air   begins   to   fade,   gentle   soaking showers   return   the   leaves,   and   Nature   returns   green   for   rain.   The world starts to warm towards a new revival and lives again.  The   AerDragon,   a   race   of   Magical   creatures   older   than   time   itself. The   race   of   Dova   from   the   before   time.   Those   who   were   close friends   of   the   Elven   people   from   their   very   beginning   and   the   ones who   taught   them   all   they   know   of   Magic.   The   first   ones   who   bore Aeronaughts   into   battle   against   the   Giants   and   the   Tyrannosaur then   led   the   way   across   the   plains   of   Pangaea   when   the   Earth   was young to establish their Kingdoms to the south.  

First,   they   would   have   to   persuade   the   wise   old   Grand   Master   to assist    on    the    quest.   The    wizened    old    Dova    of    the    North,    the Aerdragon   who   could   permit   them   to   have   passage.   To   be   carried along   the   mysterious   pathways   through   the   Mist   to   that   beautiful Forest   Glade   where   Mother   Nature   lives.   Here   where   White   magic exists    in    abundance    known    only    to    the   AerDragon,    only    those deemed   righteous   were   chosen.   From   there   and   allowed   to   return could make the journey back. It    would    be    a    hundred    years    before    the    last    elves    eventually cleared   away   all   traces   of   their   existence   on   Earth.   Only   Myth   and folklore   remained.   Every   encampment,   every   village,   every   stone, and   pillar   had   to   be   destroyed.   Their   destiny   would   never   be known   to   mere   mortals.   Barely   understood   by   the   fairy   folk,      let alone   the   Elven   folk   and   other   creatures   who   wished   to   make   the passage.   Using   ancient   Magic   only   known   to   the   Aerdragon,   This chosen   one,   namely   in   earthen   terms   as   Clive,   to   pass   through   that shimmering   Mist   that   surrounds   all   AerDragon's.   Clive   would   lead the   way   hand   to   hand,   held   tightly.   The   universe   between   them,   a void   so   endless   and   so   empty   that   to   deviate   even   a   step   behind the   one   in   front   would   result   in   the   loss   of   all. Yet   the   objective   to seek   a   new   realm   where   the   light   of   good   would   shine   upon   them again   was   a   noble   cause.   An   impossible   dream,   but   then   are   all hopes   and   dreams   made   up   of   impossibilities?      These   have   the   best result!

So begins the Quest of Pachacutiq, the first saga in the Orbs of the Pachacutiq.

Port Dragon’s.

The gathering of elders

To the home of the Aerdragon’s.