When we first rose up against the dragons, there was a critical flaw in our plan.

We knew they were rich beyond our wildest imaginations; that they’d hoarded their wealth, invested it a thousand million times over, and their greed made them callous. We assumed the archons in power were intrinsically evil, and that dragon society would crumble when beheaded.

Our strategy was to defeat them one by one, a gradual erosion of our oppressors.

But with every mountain we marched upon, every nocturnal battle of flame and roar, every treasure hoard reclaimed and used to fund our rebellion, new challengers arose.

Dragon society was more complex than we had anticipated; these upstarts had little but brought the war to us, stole our treasures and built fortresses from ruined catacombs.

And as our foes evolved to meet our tactics, our advance faltered, the fires of our uprising quenched.

After thirty more years of enslavement, we know better. It is not merely individual dragons who oppress us; it is the systemic wealth of dragonkin.

Their society is built upon tyrannical economics. If one dragon falls to our blades, unfeeling social engines promote another, and our war continues for eternity.

At last our plans are in place. Soon, we shall rise again, and if we are to succeed we must shatter society itself!