A blasted heath of a once renowned common ground of impossible equality.
Long before the Night of Falling Stars there was a great conflict between the Dragons and the rest of existence. Egotistical conquering led the dragons of old to pit their underlings, and their young against each other, threatening the future of any land under the wings of pride.
To combat this inevitable demise a great Dragonborn sage ventured out, assembling like minded cohorts to found a group of heroes to craft great artifacts of power. These dragon orbs helped curb the reign of both metallic and chromatic dragons. Despite the betrayal, the great sage brought together these orbs of power to broker a promise between all dragons and their descendants for a peaceful coexistance as long as the orbs remained in the ziggurat.
Ever since, the Ziggurat became a place of knowledge, for young dragons to learn of their pact and responsibilities. For dragonborns to learn and use the blessings of their evolved ones. and even scholars from far and wide to enlighten themselves with the engraved knowledge from the age of dragons, but all of that rang hollow as the sky brought down a terrible power to bury the ziggurat down below replacing ages of knowledge and wisdom with the vacuum of darkness and spite.
With the ziggurat lost to the dark abyss, the ancient pact has been broken, dragons hunt and slaughter once more, only held accountable to the dragonborn who dare rise up to hunt them. But far worse than the dragons the soar up above, are the unknown creatures that lurk below, scittering underneath the earth and warping any living thing that touches the inky blackness. the Ziggurat of Scholarship still remains down there in the abyss, but not even the dragonborn dare to venture a guess at what now calls it home.