Well... I'm here to tell you about the birth of Dragon Bay. A town with such a long history that I know not where to Start. So I guess I shall tell you of its Founder, and we shall go from their.

Tinks Hammertoes, a gentle man unless you find his cord, was the owner of one of the most famous taverns. He started his tavern of Dragon Tales along the roads of Skara Brae. Its location well traveled, it had brought him and his tavern both a great number of good customers, as well as its bad. Several events occured that had dimmed Tinks's hope continuing his establishment with success. The most recent had brought to him close to death several times. The Empire nation, had visited his establishment one day, only to attempt to kill him. Tinks had no previous knowledge of the nation.. but after his encounter, he had ordered the Vampire Nation banned from his establishment. Several failed attempts later to end the unrulyness of the tavern visitors, Tinks decided to step out of the circle of Towns guarded by Lord British.. and to Protect them himself. His land of solice.. was called Dragon Bay.

Dragon Bay was a collection of merchants and some local adventurers that beleived in the cause that Tinks brought to them. He had managed to cull their collective efforts together and bring order to the lands. His "Dragon Bay Knights" as he called them, acted as the guardians of the Bay. The Knights had done their jobs well, but the downfall of Dragon Bay, was beyond them. During several adventures, the Rangers of the Bay, had stumbled somewhere they werent supposed to.. Into the lands of the Empire. To do so is concidered an act of war, this war, was brought to the Bay.

Wave after wave of followers of the Emperor Jackal and his mistress Faeryl, a High priestess of Lloth, assaulted the Bay. After one particular attack, The founded home and dream of Tinks was burnt to ashes. Chaos guards littered the lands, houses burned, and one hollow shell of a man, sat silent on his steps. His lands destroyed.. his hopes ruined...

He left.

Tinks however did leave something behind, something that would build with a ferver, and grow to intense to remain silent any longer. The hope and ambitions of another town.. brew within the hearts of many. Many of the former residence had misguided dreams, or hopes that would turn fruitless. The Bay was born again several times.. each time... with a failed succession. Members grew.. but under a leader of great misguidance.. would tarry to long.. and achieve nothing.

The most recent of this rebirth cycle, revolved around three figure heads. Stone Gossard a former founding member, Syphon Roet the last enacted Mayor of Dragon Bay, and Trele the merchant leader of FCA. A heated debate started like wildfire, quickly spreading beyond control. Some fell prey to lies and deception... while truth and wisdom came of others. Stone Gossard gained mayorship through some still-hazy practices, and stood inactive as the world aged and time passed. Trele, tired of sitting idle, gathered the residents and ousted Stone from his seat. leaving the townsfolk confused and distressed. Trele, taking this all in stride, and called forth for the creation of a new hall. This is the way you see things now. The life, the activity. Seeing the Bay grow as I have... you look to this town, like rearing a child...the Bay shall succeed. For it broods hope in the hearts of many, prosperity grows where none before existed...and a void is filled.