Rise of Emberclaw

Peace is not a destination; it is a fragile, breathing thing. It requires constant care, constant vigilance, and often, constant sacrifice. For three years, the galaxy of Draconis has known silence. The Void-Spawn are gone. The Liquid Metal Scourge is defeated. The tyrant Malakor is dust. In the aftermath of war, the dragons rebuilt their cities, mended their wounds, and formed a Transitional Council to guide them into a new era.
But peace, when left unchecked, breeds complacency. And complacency breeds rot. While the heroes Zip and Vorlag were away in the distant Andromeda Reach, stabilizing the stars, the heart of Draconis began to sour. The Council, once a symbol of unity, became a cage of bureaucracy and greed. The rich grew richer. The poor grew quieter. And in the shadows, a new threat stirred-not from the void outside, but from the fire within.
The **Emberclaw Legion**, an ancient clan of zealots thought extinct, has returned. They do not seek to rule; they seek to cleanse. They believe that only through fire can the galaxy be purified. And they have found allies in the darkest corners of space: pirates, warlords, and those who profit from chaos.