Dragons of Arcania
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Hank
There was a dragon named Hank Who frolicked, and danced and clanked He was my good friend Until in the end He gobbled my sis, a prank.
High Emperor Scion, Shield Bearer
The crimson sigil of High Emperor Scion IV, a dragon tooth through a heart, pulsed with a never-ending fire beneath the throne rooms marble floor. The castle reminded Saturion faintly of Athromark’s in Arcania and he wondered how much these two dimensions had in common. “Your majesties,” Saturion said. He bowed until his nose touched the floor. Four pedestals rose from the marble upon which four emperors sat, staggered in height according to place in the line of succession. On the tallest pedestal, high above all the rest, sat Emperor Scion, a shield on his arm. A Dragon Shield. “Rise,” he said. Saturion did so, smiling.
Hyde, the Found
Hyde, the Found “Don’t kill him!” Madala screamed, holding her arms out wide in front of her father. The three-headed dragon breathed hot smoke of all six of its nostrils. It chomped its jaws, but at least one of the heads looked to be considering. “Why.” “Are.” “You here?” Each of the heads croaked one of the words, splicing the question together. “We’re lost,” she said. “We’re merchants! See?” She grabbed a tambourine from the bag at her feet. One of the heads curled around her slight body. It licked the drum. “Play.” “Here? Now?” “If.” “You.” “Would.” “Live.” She played until the dragon, soothed, sunk into the fog, asleep.
