Casual one on one?

While the Dark Lord reigned supreme, there was peace over the land.

At least, there was peace so long as you followed His command. Over the hundred years of his reign, the land grew darker, wilder, and only He truly knew of the darkness that lived in the darkest corners of the forest and the deepest bowels of the mountains. But as long as His bidding was done, there was nothing to fear from the darkness.

And so the world turned to the Dark Lord, and He changed the world until it became what He had always wanted it to be. Darkness controlled the entire land mass, from the western rocky mountains where His tower dwelled, across the mangled forests of the middle lands, to the beaches that lined the seas to the Far East. Many of the heroes of old who died cursed the Dark Lord, saying that His world would not come without turmoil, but they were wrong. His world was a successful one, a single land of united clans with He at the top of the chain of command.

Living amongst the rocky mountains was a group of His followers who were quite a special creation. The people who had lived there for generations before Him had been small bands of mountain folk called the Agosian. These people had the intelligence and capability to become a civilization, except for one major problem: the wild dragons who nested in the same area. Though the dragons were few, it only took one to destroy an entire tribe of Agosian, and so these bands of people realized that their suvival depended upon their scarcity.

The Dark Lord seized this opportunity by giving the Agosian the power to bond with, control and promote breeding of these dragons. This power, a union between the two races, gave birth to a new one: The Dragon Riders. Now these riders control the border of the mountains, protecting the Tower of the Dark Lord which was hidden deep within the range.