The Clans had run into problems and survived them. When a Deity of War had arrived with armies of Minotaur and Centaur, the Clans rallied and defeated them. When Wyverns swarmed in, alliances worked together to find the source. When illness ravaged and weakened many, a solution was discovered.
Time and again, the Clans, both individually and in totality flourished. Time and again, the Dragon’s accomplished these triumphs. So, a question began to be whispered. Over and over the question came from the youngest Dragons to their elders; Why did they need their Goddess?
Appalled and infuriated, Tsh’Maray spoke out endlessly. The fervent praise of the goddess only drove those who harbored doubts to hide. Try as they might, the sentiment spread further afield.
More dissenters gathered in clandestine meetings.
Talk and resentment towards the Goddess grew. She was called lazy and blamed for the woes of life. More and more the hatred swelled, urged on by Dragons and their other allies. Their united hatred only grew deeper.
It was then a decision was made. To free the Clans from the Goddess’ control. No more battles under her banner, they cried. No more oppression and limits on how much they could eat, the unhappy claimed.The whore Goddess was weak, the angry ones projected.
So, a great force was gathered. Their chosen sign of rebellion was to shatter the orb that was the symbol of the Goddess’ pact with the Clans. But assaulting their own in a temple was far from ideal.
Instead, the angry ones plotted on where the orb would be passed from one of the Originals to the next. Usually one would bring it to the next temple, meaning they’d be alone. Even their grand power wouldn’t be enough to withstand their Righteous hatred. Surely their blind loyalty to the Goddess would break when they orb did!
So, they waited and gathered like minded Dragons. And even some friends and allies joined this crusade.
Yet, as such things go, none could keep their plan a secret.
So, when the army of indignant souls came to liberate themselves from the perceived divine yoke they were greeted by an unexpected sight. All four of the Originals were present. They looked upon their descendents and warned them. Instructed them to return to their dens and homes.
To abandon this foolishness. The Goddess had been fair to them.
The angry one’s ears were closed.
Cloaked in their righteousness, the army of angry ones attacked. At first the originals did nothing but withstand the blows. Their thick scales had long since developed into armor. Yet still, the endless raining blows wore down their patience
In the end, naught but white flickering flames were left around Tsh’Maray. Qui’Gleiki’s talons tore the foolish children apart. Ki’Shinek watched sadly from above, stopping any who might try to escape. Ieak’Osh stood amid the breathing corpses. Their breath of water left them as soulless husks. No rebel escaped. No rebel survived.
Then, each of the four mourned.
Tears, anguish and regret consumed countless days. Each of the Originals named another to take their place in the Clans and withdrew to their dens.
In turn, the four all made the same request to the Goddess Lesara of the Four Eternal Elements; To find a way to kill that which was immortal. She was free to take their power and do with it what she would, so long as they did not exist anymore.
So, taking up her hammer, Lesara began to pursue her original intent, a weapon capable of felling her once husband. Thus began her first experiments.