Hungry eyes fix on the Planet of Arcaricas. The cycle of life and birth for Celestial Dragons is an endless one, as is all Creation. Upon the Dragon's eggs are numerous life forms, and they are unique to each one. Many are there to protect and nurture, some are parasites, like humans, and some simply do not belong in reality. This time is a time of crisis unheard of, as the Abyss breaches reality, the Ghaurchlai are returned from their prison of Ice and the nations gird themselves for war, unaware of what will be unleashed upon all of them. This is the age of Genocide, an age where all will weave a different tune and the Dragon itself is destined to live or die, devoured by the powers with hungry eyes.
Once the Nation of Irynn Thaan was a great kingdom, Bethaladirn, moralistic, peaceful within it's own lands. Then came the Diluvian host of the Naugiri, in such numbers, from an unexpected quarter, and the Bethaladirni were forced to abandon their homes and flee to the north, where the cold snows and icy climate slowed the Naugiri approach. There they have endured since, in a mysterious city deep in ice found abandoned to the cold. Here, they became the Iryn Thaan, in the tounge of the Icekith.
They have tamed great snow beasts, and befriended powerful Ice Avatars and won the respect of the sleek snow leopards that call themselves the Icekith. A great army of the dead, the dead of a long lost northern empire fight for the fallen kingdom. No one knows why for sure. Some say sent by old human gods. The names of Blade and The Dawnrazor carry cries in the wind. The Dead call themselves the Windwakers, but they are Yaga Dai, sent form the Farstream to aid them. Most avoid the subject, and the Dead do not often show themsleves. Protected by the ice, the Irynn Thaan have held off against the Naugiri for a century.
Now, however, they seek to exact vengeance upon the Naugiri; they saw the defeat that the Empire, and others inflicted on the Naugiri, and hope burgeoned. The entire might of the Irynn Thaan and their mysterious, powerful, allies are on the move. Small is their nation but their army is woeful to the Naugiri. This time, it shall be the Diluvians who are sent fleeing in fear