Dragons of Arcania
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Caelum, Harbinger of Storms
“Captain, wake up!” first mate Sune said, shaking Captain Trollux. It was the dead of night, and their ship rocked gently. “What is it, son?” The captain grasped for his glasses, hand instinctively touching his bald spot as if checking to see if hair had grown in the night. “It’s the Harbinger, sir.” Trollux’s heart stopped. It couldn’t be. He dashed out of his bunk and up the stairs, blinded by the silver light in the sky. Caelum eyed him, its mane flying in the salty wind. “Wake the others,” he said. For when Caelum showed himself, it could mean only one thing: a storm brewed, and death was close.
Carnax, Essence of Insanity
“In his later years, the painter Michael di Mil became obsessed with a book called The Pagan Cult of Gilead. Can anyone tell me what this book was about? Yes, you, Dieter.” “People who believed the world was run by the glob hand,” Dieter, a serious boy of twelve, said. “Almost. I think you mean the God Hand.” Dieter blushed. “Otherwise, you are correct. In his personal diary, di Mil writes about visions he received of the God Hand after reading it. His last words were, ‘I have failed at crafting their majesty.’ He was found outside his studio the next day, having jumped from the roof. Trying to capture Carnax’s essence drove him insane.”
Celeste, Soul Soother
The bell jingled as the men entered Sandra’s floral shop. They did not look like cutthroats or thieves; in fact, they wore the royal blue of the prince’s police. Sandra appeared at the counter. She was a plump old woman with soil under her fingernails. “What can I help you gentlemen with?” Two of the three men surveyed the shop. “We hear you can nurse any plant back to life,” the leader said. “How’s that?” “Green thumb.” She never saw the sword. The Orange Dragon Shield, soul-bound until death, appeared. Her soul bathed in a radiant blue light. “Come now,” the dragon Celeste seemed to say. “Paradise awaits.”
Chandrexa the Betrayed
Chandrexa, King Athromark VI’s beautiful daughter was known as the “Hope of the Realm”. When she was poisoned while traveling abroad, the kingdom mourned and the king nearly went mad. Magic was a growing science on Arcania and had been used to resurrect others for darker causes, so why not for a noble one? Her brother Handel, made a pact with silver dragons at court to restore life to the dead princess. Under the deceitful direction of the silver dragons, Chandrexa was resurrected, not as a human, but as a full-fledged dragon. She plans for vengeance upon the silvers for their betrayal.
Char, the Burning Tornado
Char belongs to a class of dragon known as the Primordials. The Primordial Dragons were not birthed by nature alone, but were fathered by magic and providence to usher in a new age as rulers. Despite their ancient origins, the Primordials are still teenagers in terms of their own lifespans, and have not yet accepted the mantle of kings and queens. For now, Char resides in the Volcano Lowlands of Northmarch, where he sleeps in a bed of lava. When provoked, he spins fast enough to cause tornados alight with his breath of fire. Soon he will face his destiny, and the realms of Arcania will tremble.
Christa, Forgotten Princess
Once upon a time in Arcania, banners waved from high towers in homage to the two kings. Christa Vangard and her three sisters were the daughters of Mothar Vangard, the King of Northmarch. Having only daughters was equal parts blessing and curse. He hoped they would marry throughout the kingdom in an effort to unite the lands and ensure peace. Christa publicly refused to marry Handel, the son of King Athromark VI, and thereby plunged the region into chaos. Fleeing for their safety, Christa and her sisters were kidnapped and transformed into dragons without recollection of their former human lives.
Cor, the Hungry Heart
Cor began life as a hatchling in the Mint Forests of Eastmarch, no larger than one of the millions of mint leaves that made up the forest. All natural born mint dragons have crystalline hearts that require a constant supply of energy to keep the dragon alive. It didn’t take long before Cor absorbed the energy of the forest, growing exponentially each time, until his need for energy took him to the neighboring plains and farms and villages. Now he wanders the wasteland, looking for more life to feed his insatiable hunger, growing all the time.
Cornelia, Petalborn
Valera could feel death close. “Come out, come out, whoever you are,” King Vicar hollered, his armor rumbling through the halls. She rushed through the abandoned Mages’ Tower to her inner sanctum where hidden among her things, was a single pink petal. She held it between her fingers and closed her eyes, remembering hundreds of years before, when she flew through the skies on her dragon Cornelia’s back. That was before politics, before the madness. Before the dragons died. She opened her eyes and from the petal, Cornelia flew, reborn. Hear more about Valera in the Dragon Shield: Kingdoms Podcast!
