Dragons of Arcania
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General Karosiv Vicar of the Democratic Militia
“Something is very wrong with General Vicar. I am no Long Beak, it’s true, but even a lowly jester can see the man has changed. I suppose fighting a fire elemental dragon and watching your soldiers implode would be enough to change anyone. Maybe make them reconsider a few things. But this is different. The General doesn’t sleep. He whispers to himself. He hasn’t taken his gilded plate off since that night. He hasn’t even washed the blood from it. And he holds his shield to close. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s something… dark about that shield…” The first record of a Dragon Shield in the Modern Era, from General Vicar’s jester’s writings
General Karosiv Vicar, Fighter of Fire
Hundreds of orange dragons ricocheted into one another, their bodies turning to dust in front of Vicar, forming an outline of a creature almost as large as the sky itself. The first elemental dragon born in four hundred years roared. Living fire took a breath. Vicar threw off his gauntlets, removed his cracked helm. He forced his broken legs up, standing on an island of rock big enough only for him. Any other man would have passed out from the pain or succumbed to the heat. But Vicar was not any other man. And after that night, when Vicar fought fire itself, the world would never be the same. From “The Dragon Shields and the Men Who Forged Them,” Vol I
Gilead the All Mother
Notes to Self Re: the Pagan Cult of Gilead — Entry 22 I cannot sleep. When I do, I dream of floating in an endless pool of black ink so dark that I forget who I am. And then, orbs burst, alight. Blues and yellows and reds; more and more until I am blinded. And somehow, I know; ancient worlds are contained therein. Ancient times. I am lost but then I am cradled and filled with white light. With hope. And then I hear Her whisper a name that isn’t my name, but it rings true. It’s as if She’s speaking to my soul. The All-Mother. She’s real. Then She’s gone and with her, the light goes out. I am going insane.
Glist, Queen of Golds
Goldsight took Bil at the worst possible time. He was going in for the kiss, Selest looking up at him beneath the stars and sky — then he was the stars and sky, his life a grain of stardust against the infinity of the universe. All at once, he stood on a disc at the edge of the universe, his body remade in golden light. Across the disc stood Glist, Queen of Golds. What do you want? Biil asked. She raised her eyes to the sky. A wicked laugh cracked across the void like an echo through the eons.
Gygex, Ancient Cypher
Gygex considered his next move. The Barduse pieces, miniature dragons used in a game akin to human chess, stood and snarled up at him. The main difference between the games? Barduse pieces lived. “Have you considered my offer?” the Shadow Man across from him asked. This was not the first time he’d come over the centuries. Gygex still couldn’t tell if he was human. “I have,” the dragon said, moving a piece. “I must decline.” If the Shadow Man had a reaction, he didn’t show it. “What if I win? Will you take human form again? ” “To what end?” The shadows flickered, as if in a smile. “Why, domination, of course. “Check.”
