Droshakur, The Fire In The West.

Both southern empire and northern alliance are bounded in the east by blazing desserts and the lizardfolk that dwell there and the west by the World's Edge Mountains, for those great volcanic peaks are home to a **** that neither empire nor alliance dared challenge while the other survived, the Dragon Princes, and they will permit no one to pass beyond those mountains of iron and fire into the vast planes beyond where their Dragonfolk and smaller Kobold servants tend immense herds of buffalo that feed the remaining dragons of the world. Each dragon that hatches successfully is celebrated with gongs and trumpets ringing throughout the mountains, for once men hunted dragonkind to near extinction, and only now, hundreds of years later, do their numbers begin to recover. But now that the southern empire is broken the dragons look at the northern marches in fear, and to the remnants of the empire with an eye for opportunity. The south is a blasted land of ruins and mass graves, but ones with magical power such as a dragon possesses could make a go of rebuilding, and create a new land of opportunity for their kind. The north, however, is flushed with booty taken in the war, and may soon look for new avenues of conquest. The race of man once drove the dragons to their knees, might they now try again?