Dragons of Arcania
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Eliban the Delightful
The sisters Eliban and Abigan were abandoned as hatchlings and raised by a human family. Unlike her depressed sister, Eliban enjoys a life of freedom and adventure, roaming far and wide. The size of a hummingbird, Eliban feeds on ripe fruits and flowers, frolicking in the gardens of Arcania. Every year, when Summer draws to an end and harvest approaches, Eliban returns to the fields of her childhood. She is well known there, for while Eliban moves at speeds barely perceptible to human eyes, she loves to play tricks on dragons and humans alike, and her pealing laughter gives her away for miles in advance.
Elichaphaz, the Light Benders
Of the many ways Arcanian dragons use to attack unseen, the strangest may be that of the Elichaphaz. Through some effect of stealth and magic, these slim hunters always seem to appear directly out of the sun, making it nearly impossible to see them without irreparably damaging the eyes. And as they leave with their prey subdued, it is by the same route; directly into the sun. All observers see the same – as if these dragons can simultaneously bend all perspectives around them. The cult of Corona worship the Elichaphaz as her children, but if that holds any truth, is yet to be revealed.
Elohaen, Gate’s Heart
Elohaen regards all dragons in the Wyrm Gate as her wards. She is the one who soothes the newly banished, and she is the one who steps in, before the madness of the likes of Mitsanu becomes out of control. Being the heart and soul of all draconic existence in the Wyrm Gate comes at a price. For every time she befriends a new denizen of her world, she does so by sharing her soul, thereby changing herself, to become – if not of blood, then of a heart with them. The only dragon she has ever failed in seducing this way is Stegazil. But even he will fall one day, for Elohaen always finds a way.
Eluf, the Eternal Heir
The young prince known as Eluf the Eternal Heir died faithfully defending his kingdom on a world long forgotten. In life, he never knew he was betrayed. His love for a peasant girl was not accepted by his father the king. Not wishing to risk the bloodline of the throne to his son’s affections, he had him slain in the chaos of battle. Eluf awoke behind the Wyrm Gate, with all of his human memories intact, as one of the many green dragons that live there. Like Eluf, they all wear some remnant of their human life on their horns and tails. Perhaps, these dragons were all once royal men with good hearts, who were betrayed.
Emperor Scion, Slayer Progenitor
“Raacnian Age – 10.1X of Scion IV Emperor Scion brought me a new assistant. His name is Saturion and if truth be told, I am unsure if he is even a man. He claims to come from a world beyond the Wyrm Gate. Lies. Nothing can go beyond the Gate. Raacnian Emperors have sent legions to conquer whatever lay beyond, only to lose good soldiers in the pursuit for centuries. The Gate devours all who gather close if they can even find it in the first place. Regardless of his origin, his knowledge is remarkable. He is interesting if nothing else. Moira says he scares her. In my truest of hearts, he scares me, too.” —From the recordings of Doctor Silverio Morten
Enimas, Jealousy Unchained
“What have you summoned?” demanded Medina. Conrow was lost for words. He hadn’t expected the ritual to work — a getaway carriage loaded with gold waited outside to take him from his warlord employer. Energy lashed from the center of the room, severing the heads of Medina’s compatriots as the very air collapsed upon itself. The void shimmered white and then silver. All the metal in the room shot toward the summoned beast, beginning to form a body. Conrow would not live to see it, as Medina’s blade shot through his chest on its way to form the dragon. And to think, his getaway carriage was just outside…
Escotarox, the Shadow
The slate grey dragons of the Neitherlands have evolved to almost disappear into their surroundings, like shadows in the dark. Their wings are too heavy for flight, and so they scurry along the rock bank with speeds exceeding comprehension. While most slate grey dragons are small, no larger than a mid-sized boulder, Escotarox, the Shadow, can expand or shrink his size to suit his needs. Wayward explorers report only discovering they were climbing his expanded, mountainous back when they realized the shaking wasn’t an earthquake, but Escotarox’s slumbering breath.
Extanium the Destroyer
“Are you sure it’s ready?” Cyria said. “Undoubtedly,” replied Doctor Borial. “Are we?” she whispered to herself. The massive, magically enhanced gears holding the Destroyer in place turned. Its eyes lit up blood red as its platform lifted into the ocean above. “Release the restraints!” Borial bellowed. Extanium unlatched its metal wings, sharper than any razor, hovered above the sea, and howled for the first time. The fabric of reality tore as it blasted across the water, the culmination of man’s ambition and beastly rage. “We are not ready…” Cyria said. “…For this is death.”
