Dragon Bible

	Flying amongst the skies, Rhysvial eyed over creations wrought into being by the Lifestream. His eyes filled with the very look many gods of the pantheon had given: befuddlement. Primordial life, ancient even before the gods had walked amongst the earth, filling the surface, ocean, and skies to the brim with energy. It was here that Rhysvial’s eyes grew tears, and set upon Fafnheir, Jaserkral of Lindwyrms and brother of Rhysvial, who returned the stare.

	“Thou flies amongst our Surface. I prithee that thou shalt preserve thine kinsmen, and bring Jaser amongst thine rank of demigod.”

	"Thou besought this for years, realize that thou ask an uneeded favor; for thou shalt find Jaser and Jaserkin walk amongst Dirz, mortal man, as lion amongst sheep. Jaser shalt be revered by Dirz, and Dirz shalt strive to become Jaser. I depart now, brother,” He left.

	Rhysvial flew over the land much more, to the farthest reaches of the surface, and directly before the cornerstone itself; the Lifestream. His tearful gaze stares in awe, wings placing himself upon ground.

	His tears drip upon the earth, mixing within the soils to create a mud. From Rhysvial’s hands, the Lifestream’s energy is bequeathed into the pool.

	“Thou shalt be Cirothyn the Jaserkral; first born son of I, and king of black Jaser to come, who in turn shalt be Kral amongst all Jaserkin.”

	From the pool rises a Jaser, in the image of Rhysvial himself. His scales hard, in slabs reminiscent of the earth itself.


	He nods. “I shalt obey thee without question,”

	"Now take flight and wait, your kin shalt be amongst thee," Cirothyn flies above the earth, eyes focused upon Rhysvial, whom rends an immortal scale from his chest. He places it upon the earth, lifestream bequeathing its energy upon it.

	"Thou shalt be Gnuvian the Timeless. Second born son of I, and king amongst brass Jaser to come, who shalt watch upon time itself, and prevent the fickle meddling upon it,"

	From the scale grows a Jaser, Wings tattered and aged despite being just born, with the scales and body of a well-aged sage.

	“Time shalt be safeguarded, from both Jaser and Dirz,” He takes flight, joining his brother.

	Rhysvial breathed deeply into the palm of his hand. His great breathe crystallized into solid matter, which he then crushed into powder.

	“Thou shalt be Ulvarion the Spellweaver. Third born son of I, and king amongst blue Jaser to come, who shalt watch, rule over and assist in all magic. It shall be thou who responds to disaster caused by all magi who commit hubris.”

	From the powder rises a Jaser, wings and scales glimmering with an iridiscent aura, eyes glowing blue with great power

	“All magic shall be protected, and reality preserved,” He joins his brothers.

	From the ichor left by the wrested scale, Rhysvial watches as it drops upon the earth. His palm stretches forwards, energy mixes with both earth and ichor, and from it, rises a new Jaser. His scales red, and horns drawn back, granting him the look of nobility.

	“Thou shalt be Uroi the Protector’. Fourth born son of I, and king amongst red Jaser to come, who shall protect, watch, and defend all life with their own -- even Dirz,”

	“Life shalt be protected, and nary a soul shalt be missed by I” He joins the three, uniting the four first true Jaser in existence

“Thou shalt all spread and be free, join with life, and be known as the four guardians of the world.”