Dragons of Arcania
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Sanctus the Sky Giant
The dragon Sanctus is visible only to children and the elderly, so most people believe him to be a myth. Never has he been seen on actual land, instead swaying gently in the wind and disappearing instantly when pointed to in acknowledgement. On the highest peaks of the Kangasang mountains where the clouds are reachable by humans, there are ancient shrines to a “sky giant” that some believe to be the mythological Sanctus. If the glyphs on these shrines hold any truth, Sanctus is gathering clouds in its chest in order to release a storm that will one day devour the land with water.
Searinn the Wayward
Searinn, a son of Strata, was born in the Great Blue Above. All his kin are exceptional fliers, but none took the art to such extremes as him. While still in his native Arcania, he could dive so fast, and break so sharply, that the shock of wind generated would be enough to kill a bull. Although his skills soon became legend, he never stopped improving, and one day, he flew so high and so fast, that he passed through the reality veil separating Arcania from the Wyrm Gate. Alas, that mode of passage only works one way, so now he flies forever in vain, attempting to find a way back.
Seiryu, God of the Wyrm Gate
Hundreds of Seiryu’s Wymuere soldiers poured from the palace, alight, and armed with powerful energy beams, to descend upon the intruder Saturion as Elias flew overhead. It was a massacre. Saturion cut through their forces like bloody ribbons. He used an energy sword to kill scores of Elias’s comrades before discarding it in favor of his own hands; he punched through chests, ripped out hearts, transformed his limbs into endless dark spikes that extended endlessly, cutting through waves of soldiers. Blood rained upon the garden before Elias could even bring himself to fight. He couldn’t move. Fear. He’d almost forgotten.
SheSha the Precious
Although the yellow dragons of the Wyrm Gate appear to be physical beings, their bodies are comprised only of light. Appearing in a multitude of dragon forms, they are usually found not far from the single column of yellow light that extends into space from the nesting city of SheSha, the celestial egg bearer. The “Eggs of Many Colors” laid by SheSha are sent into the heavens through this channel of light many times a day. On Arcania, Coronox and Pyrox were once comets appearing in the sky until the two dragons crashed landed there. Did they begin their journey here?
Shinon, the Last Wave
Of all the ways the world will end, the one most feared by dwellers along the Arcanian shores is the death waves powered by Shinon in her black realm of the deep sea. According to the records kept in Mahallah of Southmarch, there has been eight such waves in recorded history, each one almost bringing the empire to its knees. Since the last wave, a cult has emerged believing that just like Naluapo moves in cycles of nine, so does Shinon – only infinitely slower, and infinitely more devastating. Unless a means is found to shackle the force of Shinon, her ninth manifestation will be a wave to end all waves. And everything else besides.
Signoir the Devourer
Before time found Arcania, a darkness was waiting to feed on the light. Born from the black holes of collapsed stars, the ancestors of Signoir are beings whose stories have passed into cosmological myths on many worlds. Here on Arcania, this darkness is still alive. One of the original races of dragons, the family of Signoir were the subjects of practitioners of the dark arts who built their schools on sites where black dragons have perished. Signoir himself is believed to be immortal and is quoted as having said, “mortality is the illusion shared by lesser beings.”
Slade the Outrider
The General paused. Saturion’s knowledge of the Dragon Shields proved most useful, but his presence gave her gooseflesh. She’d seen villages obliterated, dragons of incredible power slain and slay. Yet, Saturion… “He would like us to send the Outrider through the portal. That which he calls the Wyrm Gate.” “For what purpose?” “To scout the world beyond.” “Let it be. Once we are finished here, we will invade and take the Dragon Shields beyond the gate for our own. Step lively, General. Infinite power awaits…”
Sokush the Ornery
Black dragons are among the fastest dragons found through the Wyrm Gate. Once hatched, they live entirely in seclusion and secrecy burrowing in sand or soft ground waiting for prey. Although relatively small, these dragons are savagely aggressive and are known to attack nearly everything – even those of their own kind. They are capable of toxic breaths of acidic bile and possess unimaginable speed in their attacks. Like all dragons behind the Wyrm Gate, Sokush the Ornery, is strangely curious about the parallel world of Arcania.
Spook, the Wraith Walker
The ages pass by for both men and dragons alike. From her perch in the clouds, the dragon known as Spook has long watched over Arcania with exuberant curiosity. Staying out of the troubles of the land has been easy for her and her kind, for they possess the power of Wraith Walk; the ability to observe and fly without detection. This race of dragon has gathered vast knowledge and many secrets. What they plan to do with this information has yet to be revealed. The presence of clear dragons have been felt before, but only one man has seen them with eyes aided by magic.
Stegazill, Serpent Slayer
The Wyrm Gate is a portal through which many worlds are connected. It is a land of dragons from places all over the universe. From a nearby galaxy, these silver dragons are technologically sophisticated giant machines that were originally designed to be piloted. Although robotic in appearance, they are now sentient beings exhibiting lifelike behaviors. On his homeworld, Stegazill, Serpent Slayer is a champion of the people fighting invasions from other worlds. His wings are technologically unlike anything ever seen on Arcania. They grant him flight without sound or movement.
Strata Vanguard
Strata, the Sky Mother awoke to screams. Above, the celestial silver of the far-off sun glistened off of her innumerable scales; below, darkness seeped from the center of the continent, rolling in waves over peasants and nobles alike. No! She flew so fast, the clouds below her whipped into a whirlwind. Rhipodon, the black dragon, stood atop the leave-thatched roof of the city hall. He uttered a guttural screech and breathed black fire onto the fleeing villagers. Shadow seeped from the mouth of a laughing human skull he wore around his neck, like a pendant. “Miss me?” Rhipodon said. Strata attacked.
