Dragons of Arcania
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Racan, Soul Swallower
“I do not fear death,” King Vartuth lied. His children surrounded him as the priests drenched them with flowery-smelling incense. His youngest daughter sneezed. “Enough with that!” the king bellowed. “Can’t you see Serena—” but the tremors cut him off. His soul left his body and floated beyond the clouds. Racan, the Dark Twin of Legend, twinkled against the silver horizon. “So it is you,” the king said. “I wondered which would greet me.” He could hear the screams. “Well, get on with it,” the king said. Racan devoured his soul, adding his wailing face to the collection of horrors underneath his crystal flesh.
Radix, the Living Root
Radix’s origin is unlike any other known dragon; his mother is nature herself, and his father, the magic of creation. Radix began life as a single sapling in an unwooded forest. Over the course of centuries, while great trees grew all around, the sapling grew. And when the forest became a battlefield, the sapling absorbed the souls of the dead and drank the blood buried in the soil, until it grew wild and dangerous, with legs and scales, sharpened spikes and talon teeth until its eyes opened, glowing an eerie green, as if it embodied mother nature herself, and would seek vengeance upon those who scorned her.
Rayalda, Peace Personified
Iain thought long and hard about what he’d spend his riches on. He envisioned a boat with a long mast and glorious sails. He’d have Rayalda’s face painted on it to show the world that he’d bested the beast, carved the emeralds from her back and claimed them for his own. But when he came upon Rayalda in the forest, he felt… strange. Calm washed over him. For a moment, he wanted nothing more than to bask in her presence. He fought the feeling and attacked. Rayalda cocked her head as he scalped the emeralds from her flesh. When she died, the grass underneath shriveled up and blackened. Iain’s knees buckled and he fell onto her carcass. He wept.
Rendshear – Returned
Rendshear could almost taste it. After incalculable years exiled on the other side of the mystical Valhalla known as the Wyrm Gate, he was coming home. Behind him stood thousands of Dragon Slayers, bio-mechanical creatures eager to rip and tear and taste blood across the dimensional divide. Their mission? To secure the Dragon Shields for the puny humans of this second dimension. Rendshear cared not for the machinations of human filth. He had a score to settle and take his place atop the red dragon caste as the Red King. And he would devour any who dared to stand in his way.
Rhipodon the Terrible
The dragon known as Rhipodon was killed on the battlefield on the “Day of Victory”. A ball of fire charred the ground as cheers rose from the armies witnessing his demise. The last dragon to die at Northmarch, no one dreamed he would be resurrected. Rhipodon had collected the bones of victims for over a thousand years on Arcania, including the skull of a long dead mage named Saturion. The mage had cast a spell that would restore himself and Rhipodon to immortal life, so long as the dragon died with but one of the mage’s bones intact in his possession. They now are forever bound in some ghastly scheme.
Rodinion, the Lost Continent
When Ching Shi bordered her first brothel-vessel, she never imagined she would one day become leader of the most revered pirate-priesthood this side of the Vicar Sea. Her life had been one of wonder, and yet nothing prepared her for what came next. She stood on the mast of her ship and stared in disbelief. Ching Shi thought she knew the seas, and so coming across an unknown continent gave her pause. But when the continent moved, shaking dragons from its mountaintops, she realized the landmass was no continent at all. Rodinion rose, shaking the world. Ching Shi didn’t notice the tsunamis. She forgot to pray…
Roiin & Royenna, Exiled Regents
“Brothers, I come before you a humbled king. Usurpers have taken the Frosted Manse.” “Human usurpers,” Drasat, leader of the Wraithlands blue caste, said to widespread chuckling. Roiin stifled a roar. “Yes, human usurpers.” “How is it that the mighty Roiin finds himself on the run from the lowest of Low Creatures?” “A woman army attacked. They imprisoned Royenna in my staff and transported me to the Wraithlands with a power the likes of which I have only seen once.” Roiin pointed his staff, the new home of his queen’s soul, beyond Drasat. The dragons stopped laughing as they eyed the spot where the Dragon Shield once lay.
Rosacea, Hidden Dream
Malik burst with images, memories, dreams. The Smoke Dragon Shield, forged from the souls of his entire hometown, wanted him to see. It wanted him to feel their sacrifice. To understand. Jaspar appeared, too. Do you have it? he said. Jaspar’s final Spark, given to Malik before the journey, burned against his flesh. I’m not strong enough, Malik said. You must be. The remnants of the dead poured into him. The Smoke, drawn to him, left the Shield and unfurled from his skin like steam as his eyes turned a deep violet. I accept. A dragon made of roses erupted in a flurry and met the other dream dragons’ attack head-on.
Rubis, the Accused
Lightning ripped across the sky as Amina faced Rubis. The two massive dragons flew around each other, circling above the canyon like prize-fighters; Amina’s glass horns and talons shimmered as bright as Rubis’s rubies. Rubis reared back; the rubies closest to her wingtips lit up scarlet; the light shook inwards, glowing underneath the skin until she let loose an inferno. The inferno took the form of a giant fire spirit before collapsing into a flaming orb and smashing against Amina’s obsidian heart. Amina bellowed and craned its neck to escape the flames.
