Gods of Tarkir

Gods of Tarkir

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Disclaimer: This story is based off the MTG lore of Tarkir. Many of the characters have been altered due to a passing of time and I have even thrown in some characters from my other story, Shadow. (These created characters are only meant to resemble their namesakes and are not the same people.) Almost a century has passed since the Battle for Zendikar. Tarkir has been greatly changed after the mysterious disappearance of Ugin and Sarkhan. The great Dragonlords have grown wiser, yet they've also grown ignorant. They have placed themselves on a godly pedestal, going as far as to call themselves the Gods of Tarkir. None can stand the might of these self-proclaimed gods, however the growth of a young boy brings new hope for Tarkir. Will the clans be able to stand victorious against their new gods? Or will they be forgotten as were many that have tried before?
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The world had long since forgotten the age of dragons, those creatures that had once ruled the skies as gods had long since disappeared after the conclusion of the Great Demon Wars. Dragons became nothing more than a fading legend, a story to tell children at bedtime. But the gods could not let the dragons die, for they were the last defense against the demon armies and the dark god Vekkar. Talia had been born and raised in a world of darkness acting as an agent of Hephatus, goddess of assassins and death. She knew only a life of killing, sometimes for justice, sometimes for honor, always for money. Her morals were opaque at best. But when she's deployed to the city of Arboros she finds herself thrust into a world of political games, opposing powers, and constant threat. Nowhere was safe even for her. Her goals became muddied, and then lost altogether when she meets the Dwarven Prince. Bromyr had spent the last five years of his life chasing ghosts, desperate to find the lost dragon eggs. His people thought him crazy, his father stripped him of his titles, but he never gave up. Eventually his effort bore fruit and he hastily made way to return to his homeland only to get caught up in the city of Arboros. It was there that he met an intriguing half-giant, a woman who ignited a fire everywhere she went. In the end she was the one who inadvertently brought about the new age of dragons. What could go wrong when an ill tempered assassin becomes the first dragon rider of a new age? ***Cover made by annie1loves1you***

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