Dragons of Arcania
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Fiddlestix the Awoken
Machines of war once rumbled across the landscape pushing technology to the limit. An archaeological find in Southmarch unearthed instructions to breathe life into inanimate objects by capturing lightning. Consequently, Chalfin Westbot, a dwarf building mechanical copper dragons, changed Arcania forever atop the Citadel of Unity. Intended as war machines, these dragons could not be controlled by their human handlers once they were given life. They inevitably learned to improve upon the designs of past generations and may even have discovered immortality.
Fuchsin, the Stone Chained
The magenta dragons of the Bloom Berry Fields are known best for the mystical properties of their breath: instead of fire, the magentas unleash a smoke with the remarkable ability to cause immediate harmony and emotional balance among those in the vicinity. As a result, benevolent kings have used the magentas to end bloody conflicts, whereas warlords have abused their power to lead their enemies into a false sense of cooperation before striking. The life of a magenta is one of betrayal, and Fuchsin is no exception. Chained by those she sought to help, Fuchsin is caught in a pocket dimension – for now.
Fukushu the Purple Horde
Purple Dragons are a warrior class designed to withstand even the harshest of conditions. When thermonuclear Warper Bombs were dropped on the battlefield during the Massacre of Kaju, all life was destroyed in a matter of seconds — except for the Purple Dragons, who continued marching in the nuclear wasteland, katana’s at the ready, ashes in their eyes. While far from the strongest, their willingness to continue battling makes the Purple Dragons a key component in any arsenal. But beware: The Purple Horde is loyal only to the strongest, not to their makers
Fulgor, Keeper of the Sky Pillars
Fulgor wrapped his body tight around the sky pillars. The runes, carved from the scattered shards of the Warped White Shield, glowed, granting him their power. His body crackled with lightning; he scattered the fog with a breath. The Scaleriders were unphased. They wore black leathers and belts with similar runes around their bodies. Fulgor recognized their runes as Azokuang’s. Somehow, they had captured him and were using his power as their own. Fulgor bellowed, enraged at his friend’s imprisonment. All of his runes glowed at once; wicked lightning burst from the sky and sizzled the airborne riders.
Fuligo the Foul Phoenix
Fuligo the Foul Phoenix The morning broke to a vista of total destruction. Eight columns of smoke painted the sky an ominous grey – one column for each of the dragon defense settlements of the Western Territories. Heavy ash clouds had blotted out the moon that night, as if to hide the attacker from the watchful ballistas. Fuligo the Foul Phoenix is a massive ashen dragon with a mysterious life cycle. Rising out of the embers of his own dead flames, the life and fury of Fuligo usually lasts a single day. It is believed that only finding and extinguishing his embers can stop the dragon from emerging anew.
