Arkhosia

Probably the longest lasting empire known to the world, and certainly one of the earliest was Arkhosia. Following the chaos of the Dawn War and the death of the gods and destruction of most of the T’tan, it became clear that Dragons were perhaps the most powerful beings left. A single fully-grown dragon could level a town in minutes and fly away unscathed, but the solitary and prideful nature of dragons meant few would ever willingly work together. However, a pact brokered by the early humans slowly united many of the dragons and humans, concentrating power in the capital of Arkhosia. Though a Dragon Emperor ruled from the throne, the de facto leaders were the generals who wielded the unified force of the Arkhosian feudal military.
The means by which they came to be is no longer known, but what is certain is that it was in early Arkhosia that the race of Dragonborn was first seen. Living representations of the pact between human and dragon, they came to embody the empire, rising to many of the positions of prominence. Led by the royal lines of mighty dragons, proud Arkhosian warriors subjugated vast territories across the world, while their homeland was divided into North and South Drakota. Their empire was famous for carving its most important structures directly into the sides of cliffs, hills and mountains. Wonderous stone facades, carved with pillars, arches and spires, were wound through with dragon iconography. Law and tradition bound even the mightiest dragon to an empire of order and rank still unsurpassed.
But Dragons are indeed proud and solitary with good reason, the expansion could not keep up with the lust for loot or the overpopulation of massive wyrms requiring vast regions to sustain them. The worship of ancestors helped fuel a new national identity as the sprawling empire found a new rival in the distant empire of Bael Turath. The clash between the two lasted for nearly two centuries, rivaling only the Dawn War in destruction. When the dust finally settled, both empires were crumbled on the outside and rotting from within. The various families of dragons still view each other with suspicion and the remaining dragonborn have been left to wander the world with ever fading visions of their now ancient glory.

Arkhosia

Where neither Seraphim nor raindrops go... Alatha Alatha