Dragons of Arcania
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Mantem, Born of Air
Eternis’s Folly #1: Mantem “We’re losing!” Trix hollered over the roar of trebuchet fire. “We can’t lose! We’re the good guys!” “Focus!” Notos, the sky blue guardian dragon told her human partner as they rode further into Thebes. Groan’s city. It sliced the air, opening four rifts of black shadow. They fired like arrows, throwing Trix from Notos’s back. “Eternis!” Notos called as she raced to save her partner. “Now!” From a nearby rooftop, Eternis sang his song of mourning and then his song of birth. From the earth and the sky, gold and silver and moon and night sang back: new dragons, forged from the elements, took their first breath and came to his aid.
Methestique Shallow Mother
New breeds of dragons have appeared over many millennia; some by chance, others by design. Methestique and her kind can be found along swamps, rivers and coastlines, rarely far from shore. Commanded by Drasmorx the Blue Dragon to populate and guard the waterways of Arcania from the wars of men, Methestique leads many turquoise dragons. Calling upon ancient magic granted to her in the fabled “Earth Stone”, she charms Moltanis to fertilize the rare turquoise eggs. Methestique is loved and feared by riverfolk and adventurers alike and has four sons called the “Four Winds” of Arcania. Turquoise ‘Methestique’ Classic 100 Standard
Miasma, Bringer of Nightmares
Purple dragons of “The Forsaken” have lost the ability to breathe fire, but their breath is no less lethal. Purple dragons of this very organized and devious clan prey upon the remaining humans of Arcania who venture into their lands. Each of these horrors spew their own unique chemical concentration with hallucinogenic properties. Miasma is a living, reptilian nightmare whose breath turns the darkest fears of the afflicted individual into vivid reality. Miasma finds enjoyment in conversing with his victims on their journeys into madness. Experiences vary from victim to victim, though the ends are the same.
Mirage False Ally
The first accounts of the dragon known as Mirage date back as far as to the earliest weapons, most notably shields. During the “First Wars,” knights of Eastmarch used scales of silver dragons as shields, ushering in a new era of human battle and dragon involvement in human affairs. The legend of silver dragons and King Athromark III tells the tale of the early dragon riders and the awkward allegiance between humans and dragons. Silvers are often involved in the affairs of humans and use magic to assume human form. Believed to be one of the ancient dragon races, silvers have a jealous hatred for gold dragons.
Mitsanu, the Insanity
Erratic and unpredictable does not even begin to describe the malice that is Mitsanu or, as she is simply called among her kind, “The Insanity”. Mitsanu was not always like this. Once she was a respected protector of the law within the Wyrm Gate, but some tragedy fell upon her, and she lost all her former control and wisdom, and gained in return a madness of speed and power, making her ever as feared as she was once loved. Mitsanu has grown to become a real threat, and many believe that if the cause of her rage is not found, she will one day spell the doom of every dragon within the Wyrm Gate.
Moltanis, Father of Stone
From the fiery forges of Arcania’s depths emerge Moltanis and his kind. These leviathans of magma hatch their brood where the earth is born and mountains split the ground with eruptions of lava and ash. Never far from the sweltering furnaces that give them life, the heat from these dragons emanates for many miles and can be felt long before they are seen from above. Moltanis is one of the oldest known dragons and shares in a deep devotion to the planet with the turquoise dragon Methestique. Moltanis is bound by the “Earth Stone” in servanthood to fertilize the rare and delicate turquoise eggs.
Mother of Dragons
When my boy was young, younger than you, now, His skin turned to black, and he perished, ash. I remember, putrid sweat racked his brow, How he suffered, trembled, crying — thrashed. You were but an egg in the garden, lost, I remember how I almost crushed you Underfoot, trembling, crying — what cost. I was born in your fire, blood anew. I taught you to crawl and cry, you taught me To burn, to fly; to mourn, to live again. This mother once, with scattered heart debris; Slowly, slowly, your scales and time did mend. Time runs short — I hold you to my womb. Farewell, sweet boy — your fire, I subsume.
Munay, the Pointed Claw
Dr. Silverio Morten was the first to realize the potential of using dragons against their own kind, but it took years of research before he could convince the High Emperor to approve the Dragon Slayer Program. One of his first journeys took him to the Mountains of Steel, where he sought the copper dragons, for their biology already melded metal with muscle. He fought his way through the jagged spikes of the Mountains before coming upon Munay, the Pointed Claw’s den. Bloody and exhausted from the hike, he nevertheless captured the dragon and brought him back for further study.
