Dragons of Arcania
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Dashat, Living Lunacy
Darkness fell and the mist rose. It twirled and danced like unfettered ballerinas, almost beautiful to April’s eyes. But she knew that the mists were no friend. They were Dashat’s. Already she felt him trying to invade her mind.
Delphion, Oracle of Desideratum
Xao and Xon fought in a flurry of blue and red light, faster than either Sara or Hue could see. “Down here!” a voice called. “The soldiers!” Sara said. She’d nearly forgotten about them. Had they really come to the Midnight Festival just for the egg? Or were they responsible for her winning it somehow? There was no time for answers. The catacombs shook with a cannon’s roar. Opeth was upon them, dragging Botan, Xon’s mother, on a chain. “Botan!” Sara called. Her wings were broken. Both brilliant blue eyes had been gouged out. “We’ve found them!” a soldier called to her comrades behind. “Tell the mage the egg has hatched!” Delphion watched from afar.
Demato, Slayer Skin
Keith gripped Fire Eater’s hilt. It felt good. Raacnian’s didn’t need to hunt dragons one-on-one anymore — technology had made the practice inefficient — but he loved doing it the old-fashioned way. “Ready men?” he yelled to his squad. Each had swords like Fire Eater, massive slabs with living fire rivulets folded into the steel. Mountains disappeared inside of Demato’s coiled body. Glowing spikes jutted out from her body as it readied its attack. Those were Keith’s targets. Each harvested spike produced enough raw material to create six Dragon Slayers. Today, he and his men were the only slayers around. “Charge!”
Dennaesor, the Maelstrom
The whirlpool appeared off the coast of Mahallah in Southmarch so large, it could be seen from the high towers of the port city, spreading its swirling fury outward in choppy, concentric circles. Before the ships anchored offshore could haul up their chains, almost all were pulled down into a watery grave. The massive whirlpool spawned the leviathan known as Dennaesor. During his watery birth all was lost to the men and woman of the coastal settlements of the southern kingdoms of Arcania. His tsunami left not a ship afloat or building intact. Dennaesor had taken the south seas as his own.
Dorna, the Amber Challenger
Vlad signed up for Jack’s treasure hunt without giving it too much thought. He didn’t think it would take him to the pyramids of The Tail, the southernmost continent of Arcania. Nor did he foresee the booby-traps, the flying blades, the rolling boulder, or the pit of snakes that killed most of his crew inside. By sheer luck, he and Jack made it to the center, where a sun shaft lit up a pedestal. Upon it, a shining spear. It seared Jack’s hand off as he reached for it. Even so, Vlad couldn’t help himself: He grabbed the spear. Amber light flooded the chamber and formed Dorna, who challenged Vlad to box…
Dorna, Transformed
Vlad hovered, surrounded by an endless vacuum of magical, shimmering light with his Guardian dragon, Dorna, facing him. He could feel her heartbeat in his chest, and she, his. Outside, Rendshear tore Arcania asunder. Doomsday had come. Vlad and Dorna’s hearts skipped a beat in unison as the White Mother appeared. “Do you wish for the power to fight?” the Mother’s voice boomed. Neither Vlad nor Dorna hesitated. “Yes.” Brilliant yellow light burst, surrounding, entwining, fusing their bodies and souls into a creature never before seen in all the realms of the universe. Dorna, transformed, emerged, riding lightning into the fray.
Draco Primus
Mk. Zero “Do you have it?” Elon asked. Anna, war-torn and bloody, opened her bag. Inside, the rusted Shield gave off a faint glow. “Aren’t you going to ask about the others?” “Unimportant,” Elon said, grabbing the Shield. “This is all that matters.” He rushed into his lab where the Prototype stood. It hardly looked like a dragon to Anna — more like a jumble of wires, contraptions, and whatchamajigs. Elon insisted the Shield was all he needed to make it go, to give them a fighting chance against Angrozh. With it they would avenge her fallen friends. Elon slid the Shield into its chest. Nothing. Then, Draco Primus opened its eyes.
Drago Kong
“You ever see King Kong? It was like that. But bigger. And scarier. Scalier, too. We didn’t think much of it, truth be told. Figured they were filming a new monster movie. Special effects, y’know? But then we saw the news and the helicopters showed up and pieces of the building started crumbling from its claws and… Well, I thought I’d seen everything. I’m not one of those tin foil guys. I know the government’s got little green men locked up in their black sites and I know about chemtrails, but dragons? You don’t expect that, even in New York.” Deli Worker Present at Time of Appearance (TOA)
Dragons in the Snow
With rustling, rumbling, the dragon came To melt, to mutilate, dismember, maim. Its wings, a wonder, unfurled, woe! Its flame, fox fire, come to claim Our lives, our families; our guards gone lame, But then the dogs, our trappers and hunters, Returned before we fell asunder With arrows nocked, axes arced, The serpent slain, with snowy spear and wicked flame, Fire, it’s fuel, turned fuse; They ended its reign.
Drakka Fiath, the Unrequited
One dragon, a green whose dragon name has long since been forgotten, lived at court as an advisor to the Queen of Northmarch, Hessila Vangard. Keeping his true form a secret, he fell in love with her. The widowed queen could not marry the younger Drakka and so rejected his advances. The announcement of her marriage to another sent Drakka into a silent rage. During her vows, Drakka shifted into his true form and devoured the wedding party and took the castle for his home. The “Jealous Manor” is an impregnable, twisted castle ruin.
Drasmorx, Queen of Tides
Before the first land masses were pushed up from the sea, the blue dragons were already alive and ruled beneath the ocean depths. Although younger blue dragons roam about Arcania freely, Drasmorx herself is bound to the aquatic world. When sailors once navigated the seas, there were sightings of her and her retinue many miles from land. Her girth is so large, it is said that the waves and tides are the result of her movements below. Blue dragons are powerful shapeshifters. Taking the forms of whales, dolphins and sharks grant them maximum speed and mobility in the water.
Dynastes, Stolen Slayer
The Empire’s Dragon Slayers were the ultimate weapons. Capturing one to bring back to the Commonwealth's base was insane but that had not stopped Jen. “What have we learned?" she asked her lead engineer. "The Dragon Slayers are cyborgs, half-dragon, half-mech." "We know," said Jen. "This Slayer is far superior to any before. It draws from the neural Dust network of its pilot, absorbing their very life force to operate." "And I am to pilot it?" Jen asked. "You are not so much a pilot as you are a battery." "Great," she said. "When do we start?"
Dyrkottr
Dyrkottr belongs to a mythological race of dragons called the Necotora. Legend claims the Necotora was born when the golden dragon Pyrox fertilized the sun eons ago. Dustcraft works in mysterious ways, and while the sun may not have hatched, millions upon millions of sunflowers fell from its zenith anyway. The sunflowers took root and from their petals grew the first of the feline race. While most Necotora prefer to stay hidden away in the nearly endless sunflower fields of the west, Dyrkottr eyes the sun with a mixture of envy and pride, as if, given the chance, he would take its place high in the sky.
