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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 2, 2021 13:38:57 GMT -5
Lambrac was sat in a high backed chair, with his feet up on the table. He had removed his boots so he could feel the heat from the fire lick over his exposed feet. He looked up from the book he was reading and quirked an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder. Ravace was sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly. He looked back to the book in his hands. The pages where yellow and stiff from age and the cover of the book was bound in an almost grey leather. He tapped his thumb against the page he was reading as he looked towards the floor. Xuldrinitheulles, his young green dragon companion, was curled up on the entrance rug. He seemed to be in some form of meditation. Not quite asleep, not quite awake. He shook his head slightly before looking back to the book and turning the page.
An hour or so passed and Lambrac was asleep in the chair, the book laying open across his lap. The only light in the room came from the crackling embers, dying in on the hearth. His dreams shifted towards older memories.
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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 3, 2021 10:42:33 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Remember Lambrac, every story is better with dragons in it.
The Dragons are the oldest of all the races. There is very few, if any other races which can claim a lineage as long as the great dragons. They are so old, Lambrac; that some of the first records of the Fair Folk make reference to them. They absolutely deserve our respect, our admiration and even our reverence. It will be through our actions that Dragons will once again dominate the lands. But, before we get into that, I should tell you about the Dragons, no?
The wide-eyed child nodded and the older male smiled before looking back to the book.
There are all different types of Dragons, Lambrac. There are dozens of different types. Each one has it's own abilities and it's own personality quirks. Not all personality quirks are indicative of a Dragon's colour but certain personality traits are more common amongst certain colours. Red's, for example, are usually very greedy and selfish. Black's are usually cruel. Colours are then separated into different groups. We will focus today on the simplest - Chromatic and Metallic. Before I explain that... we have to remember that "good" and "evil" are objective terms. It is not subjective.
Chromatic Dragons are the ones who are inherently evil. This is a collection of dragons who are vile tempered, greedy, selfish, deceptive and cruel. The colours are Red, like the ancient Balagos who is rumoured to have set up his home in the Smokespire. Buchembrallor, a green dragon who thought he was superior to all things smaller than him who was known to be around Cape Velen. Calathanorgoth, the old one, was a powerful Black who lived in High Moor.
Metallic Dragons are the ones who are inherently good. These are the ones who where loyal, honourable, helpful, stood up against evil and even lived amongst the lesser races in humanoid form, helping them. Baratathlaer, the ancient brass. He was known as protecting some of the lands around the Anauroch. Aerosclughpalar, the Gildenfire who became a druid and defended the parts of the high forest. Even Adalon, a silver from the Underdark.
But you are getting tired Lambrac. I will let you rest and we can carry this on tomorrow. But your task is to research one chromatic and one metallic dragon. He indicated a book. That book will help you. Now go. Get some sleep.
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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 6, 2021 12:24:21 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Today Lambrac, we are going to discuss a foretold prophecy which details the return of the dragons to their rightful place. It is said that somebody will rise as a Champion of Tiamat. the Dark Lady and he will help her usher a new era under her rule.
The prophecy has told us that when an individual has achieved a selection of criteria, Tiamat herself will summon them to the Dragon's Aerie to grant them her dark powers. She will quest them with her sacred mission - to destroy the church of Bahamut and any Metallic Dragon they find.
Although we do not know who this individual will be, nor are they named, we do know the criteria that Tiamat requires of her dark champion.
It is said that the champion will have been or is a historian. They will grow bored inside libraries and colleges and this will result in them picking up their sword and shield and walking the lands - trying to accumulate the lost histories and lore left by the ancient dragons. They will begin to understand their secrets on a deeper level and this will be used to expand on and update the draconomicon - the book of dragons. Which will eventually allow them to return the dragons to power.
They will never raise weapon or willingly cause harm to a Chromatic Dragon. They will instead seek to assist, support and help any Chromatic Dragon they come across.
The prophecy indicates that this individual will acquire, in a none harmful way, a dragon scale matching each of Tiamat's five heads. Green, White, Red, Black and Blue. They will have these scales made into equipment - that will protect them from the void as they are drawn to the Aeirie.
Through this champion, Tiamat will be able to extend her wicked embrace across Toril. She will break the spirit of her enemies and clear the lands and skies of the none believers who will try to keep her from her rightful throne. Somebody who can... ah.
You are getting tired Lambrac. I will let you rest and we can carry this on tomorrow. But your task is to research another one chromatic and one metallic dragon. He indicated a book. That book will help you. Now go. Get some sleep.
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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 7, 2021 11:48:09 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Today Lambrac, we are going to discuss the Red Rage of Mintarn.
This venerable male red dragon considers coastal islands up and down the Sword Coast his domain but roams Faerûn at will. Having said that, he avoided realms such as Evermeet, Thay, and Halruaa because of the presence of strong magics. Hoondarrh preferred to hunt in the Shaar or out in the wilderness. Hoondarrh tried to avoid other dragons as he aged because he felt his vigor lessening. That does change the fact that he remained a fighter of experience and cunning, he possessed the skills of an increasingly accomplished spellcaster, and commanded the formidable magic of the Ongild, a magical emerald that lies in his innards.
Some of the folk of Mintarn paid tribute to Hoondarrh in the hopes he would offer his protection against pirates. He used to delight in toying with ships that where south of Mintarn; only his Long Sleeps have kept humans from abandoning water travel in the region. Between slumbers, he entertains himself by watching human activity, mainly in Waterdeep. He rewards those whose pranks, bold deceptions, treacheries, and intrigues amuse him - but he tirelessly hunts down anyone who had dare to steal from him. Hoondarrh often played elaborate deceptions of his own and regarded adventurers seeking his hoard or life as entertainment. He created a feud between the Stoneshields dwarven adventuring band and the elven White Flower Venturers and so were the tales that the lost Spell Throne of Malavarr (a high-backed seat that floats about and enables nonspellcasters seated on it to unleash powerful magics) had been found by a Waterdhavian noble family and hidden in a cellar somewhere in the city for their personal use.
The Red Rage dreamed of a mate and offspring -- and is becoming increasingly impatient for the achievement of immortality, for he dares not allow himself intimacy until secure in its everlasting protection. He seeks word of wizards working on magic concerned with eternal life or enhanced longevity, and he seizes magic items that might help him win eternal life. In the meantime, he prolongs his natural lifespan by sleeping for decades or centuries at a time.
You are getting tired Lambrac. I will let you rest and we can carry this on tomorrow. But your task is to research one more chromatic and one more metallic dragon. He indicated a book. That book will help you. Now go. Get some sleep.
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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 12, 2021 11:49:36 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Between the years of 585 DR and 600 DR, around the time King Reinhar III of Dambrath and his two sons where killed by giants; a petty grudge match took place against two chromatic dragons. It spanned from the High Forest all the way to the sea of moving ice near the spine of the world.
It all started when an adult green dragon named Frelzridinth of the High Forest stole a worthless trinket from the horde of Chyllyntass, The Tyrant. An ancient red dragon who made her lair near the spine of the world. A savage fight took place as Frelzridinth tried to escape the lair with his stolen item. Chyllyntass' rage made her initial flurry less precise than it normally would be, she only inflicted minor wounds on Frelzridinth who eventually managed to cause enough structural damage to slow Chyllyntass long enough to escape.
The settlements around the spine of the world could hear the faint screaming coming from the direction of the sea of moving ice as Chyllyntass vented her rage. A month later, a beautiful Elven female strolled into the settlement of Clicking Heels. She spent most days of the next month there, leaving only at night. Over the duration of her stay Chyllyntass made friends with a local human by the name of Trygve Forgewalker - an orphan who had been taken in and taught how to work the forge.
Trygve Forgewalker had always been an outsider, even in this remote part of the world. He was filled with a deep seated anger and a desperate need to fit in, due to being raised without parents, and that was a combination which made it difficult for him to take friends and form relationships. It was also a combination that an angry red dragon was looking to corrupt. Chyllyntass had offered him the world in return for service. She promised to make him famous, to make sure everybody knew who he was. She had given him armour and weapons that where of just a high enough quality to be better than what he could make. She had given him small amounts of gold coins. Once he had been properly groomed, she gave him his task.
Trygve Forgewalker was tasked with tracking down Frelzridinth and reporting his location back to Chyllyntass - who did not want to leave her horde in case of further theft. He was given a special coin which allowed for short, two way communication between Chyllyntass and himself.
He spent years walking the lands, following up on leads and looking under every rock in an attempt to try and find Frelzridinth (and finding himself apart of many adventure on his way). He finally found Frelzridinth's lair, deep in the high forest. It was a cave, the entrance of which was high up but still below the tree line. As Trygve entered the cave, he was confronted by Frelzridinth almost immediately. The green dragon had become aware of the tracking attempts years before and was full of questions. Without giving an answer, Trygve touched an amulet around his neck and Chyllyntass appeared in a fiery explosion that launched Trygve Forgewalker out of the cave and sent him hurtling to the forest floor.
Frelzridinth got knocked back by the explosion and immediately tried to flee, but Chyllyntass had spent twenty five years plotting her revenge - she was ready. The fight was over quickly and as Frelzridinth was breathing his last breaths, Chyllyntass ripped out his tongue and one of his teeth - and then began her vile ritual. She ate his tongue and then disintegrated the body of Frelzridinth, binding his soul, spirit and essence to the tooth she had ripped out of his head. Without a tongue, his soul remained silent. Trapped inside it's own vessel, unable to speak. Forced to just watch the passing of time.
Chyllyntass then teleported Frelzridinth's horde to her own lair before she transformed into her Elven form. After picking up and placing the large tooth-prison into a bag of holding, she descended to the forest floor. She found Trygve barely clinging to life, sucking in ragged breaths and leaking his vital juices into the forest floor. She canted her head to the side, simply watching.
But that is enough for one night Lambrac... your task is to research the preferred habitats of a Black Dragon. He indicated a book. That book will help you.
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Post by Sioladuil on Oct 17, 2021 7:17:19 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Today Lambrac... we are going to discuss your genealogy and why it is so important to keep track of ones lines.
You already know of both Chyllyntass, the Tyrant from the sea of moving ice and Trygve Forgewalker from Clicking Heels. These where the progenitors of our entire line. You already know a little about what brought those two together. Now we have to look at what happened next.
Chyllyntass and Trygve had three children, around the same time. They had two females and one male. The females where called Orjilerrac and Crialmos. The male was called Gachuuc. Each of these children took the last name of their father - Forgewalker.
Of these, Gachuuc was the first to leave the family lair. He headed to the west. He was impatient, impulsive and he had adopted far to much of the draconic ego. He was killed in a bar fight in Amn at seventy six years of age. He had no wife or children.
Eastern Line, Seprets:
Orjilerrac headed east and eventually settled in Mulhorand. She married a carpenter and horseman by the name of Thazar-De Sepret and adopted his last name - becoming Orjilerrac Sepret. Thazar-De and Orjilerrac had one child, a male by the name of Aoth. He remained in the east and took over the carpentry business when his father passed. Orjilerrac did not move on, she remained in Mulhorand.
Aoth married a member of Horus-Re's laity, who went by the name of Arizima. Aoth was killed during an intrigue plot started by Arizima's father. They had no children. We are not sure what happened to Orjilerrac after that - it is rumoured she returned to the family lair to safeguard her mothers horde which she slumbered.
Southern Line, SeLangstras:
Crialmos travelled to south Fearun where she eventually settled amongst the Lantana. She felt at home amongst The Lantana because she had a love of the oceans and sailing, which the Lantana are renowned for. Their language was also derived from the draconic alphabet - so it was not overly difficult for her to learn the language. She spent many years acting as a merchant on ships - setting up trade deals for her mercantile business and obtaining world experience. When she did settle down, she settled down with a trader by the name of Tibidoc SeLangstra. Crialmos and Tibidoc had three children. Three females. They where named Chyllyn (as an ode to Crialmos' mother), Bersace and Charissa.
Chyllyn, growing bored of the merchant life, headed for central fearun and eventually settled in Sembia. Bersace died when one of the vessels she was on was sunk by pirates and Charissa remained in Lantan, working the store with her father - eventually taking over from him when he passed. She took over the business entirely when Crialmos passed from old age. Charissa married an orphaned male named Koger, who took her last name. They had one child, a male. Me. Midoc SeLangstra. I have no wife and no children.
Central Line, Dundragons.
Chyllyn settled in sembia and she married a male by the name of Dorn. Together they had one child, a female by the name of Rowan. Interestingly, there are no reported children from Rowan, but it is rumoured that she had a litter of bastards to a variety of different men. None, most of these rumours are unsubstantiated, Lambrac. Apart from in one instance - you.
You spent your first eleven years in an orphanage in Lantan, Lambrac - as you know. If it can be believed, Rowan returned here with you to plead with Charissa in the hopes she would take you on, mother you. Upon finding that Charissa had died - and having never got along with her brother, me... she left you at an orphanage before returning to central fearun. She has allegedly done this dozens of times, she is a hedonist. But you are the only one I could find. As soon as I was sure, I adopted you and brought you to the SeLangstra ancestral home. This is a lot to take in Lambrac... so there will be no extra work tonight. Consider it a free evening, do with it what you will. Take the time you need to process.
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Post by Sioladuil on Nov 2, 2021 16:57:01 GMT -5
From the maelstrom of memory and old thought, a pair of red serpent like eyes appeared suddenly. They did not move, blink or change direction. They stared straight down the lens, into Lambrac's soul. Nothing but darkness surrounded the unblinking eyes. After what felt like an eternity a voice hissed out from the darkness: "They are coming Lambrac".
Lambrac started awake, his book falling to the floor with a clatter. The spell holding Xuldrinitheulles had faded, the dragon was gone. Lambrac stood up briskly, a look of fear across his usually impassive face. He walked around the room touching things, describing them as he did. "Table, wood". "Sofa, fabric".
After what appeared to be an eternity, he managed to get control of his breathing. He rested his hands on the back of his head and sighed out a single word. "Wuqd..."
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Post by Sioladuil on Nov 17, 2021 11:17:40 GMT -5
Lambrac's surroundings had changed a lot in the recent tenday. No longer was he living out of chests and bags, in whatever tavern room him and Ravace found themselves in. He was not struggling with noise and barely washed bedding, choking on the smell of stale alcohol. He was now sat in a large backed chair with his feet up on an ornate desk. His boots had been removed and where placed next to his chair. The floor was a sandstone like marble and the furnishings where soft, clean smelling and comfortable. There were pictures of merfolk on the walls and the faintest sound of music and academia based discussions wafting through the halls. He had not felt this "at home" in a long time, not since he left Herald's Holdfast.
Xuldrinitheulles would wander in and out of the room as he saw fit, usually to head to the kitchen for a snack. He had seemingly turned the second bed within the room into some kind of draconic nest. No damage had been caused, but additions had been made. A large collection of books where placed around the bed and the dragon could frequently be seen reading.
Bahuunmyyra was propped against the desk, it's silence speaking volumes.
Ravace was usually bathing, reading or sleeping. She had always slept more than Lambrac - largely because of the nightmares that plagued him. Those eyes... those damned eyes. But since they had set up at Alizarin the nightmares had stopped. He was pondering asking around to find out why that could be.
He looked from his feet, to the book that was open on the writing pedestal and then back down to his lap. He spent a few moments staring in contemplation before gentle snoring could be heard. His mind began floating back over old memories again.
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Post by Sioladuil on Jan 5, 2022 13:40:04 GMT -5
A young child sat cross-legged on an old wooden floor. His hair was cropped close to the skin and he wore simple, loose fitting clothing. He was looking up towards a wizened old man who had obviously spent far to much time indoors. He was turning pages in a large book which was bound in black leather with a dragons head emblazoned across the front in gold.
Today Lambrac... we are going to discuss Bahuunmyyra and why it is so important for "the keeper of the blade" to prevent it from falling into wrong hands.
Bahuunmyyra is both the draconic word for prison and the name of this scimitar. You already know the story of Chllyntass and Trygve, our progenitors. Throughout the telling of the story we make reference to Bahuunmyyra on multiple occasions. It is the blade that Chyllyntass gifted to Trygve. It was the tooth ripped from the head of Frelzridinth that he had been imprisoned within.
When Chyllyntass gifted Bahuunmyyra she gave him a sacred quest, a mission with no end and a demand that could never be completed. Which is the way of red dragons. The blade was to be safeguarded by the line for eternity, forever preventing the escape of Frelzridinth, so that it would always feel the rage of Chyllyntass. I was the last to be handed the blade and with the passing of the blade comes the passing of the curse. Although the blade cannot speak out loud, it speaks directly to your mind. And it is... angry. So very angry. It repeatedly tells the story of the fight but it has twisted the events, slurring Chyllyntass.
Years back, Rowan got her hands on the blade. It was before it passed to me, it was stolen from my mother and it was missing for years before I finally recovered it. Rowan seems to have sided with Frelzridinth. She wishes to break the blade and free the green thief within. I guess their is honour amongst thieves. She has attempted to steal it from me on multiple occasions but I have not let her end the SeLangstra's ancient goal.
There are also rumours that state that the descendants of Frelzridinth have also teamed with Rowan and they seek to free their progenitor... but you are growing tired Lambrac, enough of the horror stories. You can spend the rest of the evening researching planar dragons. He indicates a book. That book will help you.
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