~ TABLE OF CONTENTS ~
:: Thumper'a's Guide to Bonding ::
:: The Age of Dagons ::
:: Becoming One ::
:: The Great Dragon Hunt ::
:: A Study of Dragon Names ::
:: The Winged Birds An Allegorical Tale (6.12.05)::
:: A History of the First Staging (7.25.05)::
Thumper'a's Guide to Bonding ...
[Lore Note: This is an informative scroll found in the Archives on Dragon/Secian bonding. Since it is an ancient text, it may or may not reflect the current process of Dragon/Secian bonds.]
I have decided to write this scroll to answer some of the questions that I am asked by the younger of our kynd. The questions of bonding with a Secian.
First off, you do not have to seek out a Secian to bond with, but... You take the chance of dying the last death, or the loss of your sanity. I, who have been through two changes can tell you, the pain is great and I
feel I could not have survived without my Bondmate, Jubbal.
I must also point out, that if you do choose to bond, you will place you, your Chosen, or both of you in danger of the last death. I have not heard of this happening, but there is that chance.
Most ask, "How do I know that I need to bond?". We all need to bond, to avoid the dangers I have pointed out, so ask a Secian to be your Chosen. Most that are not bonded will happily agree to.
I have been asked, "Can I change Secians?". This may happen if the Chosen has left the realm for some reason. As long as the bond has not been established , then yes. Once a non-bonded Secian heals a Dragon during the later stages of the Change, then the bond is sealed, and Dragon/Secian become Bondmates. Be aware, if at the critical moment in the later stage of the Change your Chosen is not around, and another non-bonded Secian heals you at that point, that Secian shall become your Bondmate. Any other Secian trying to heal after a bond is established, can come to great harm. There is a chance, and a slim one, that if the Bondmate has been gone for a great period of time, the bond may weaken to a point that there could be a re-bonding with another mate. I have not heard of this happening; this is just a theory of mine.
Another warning: Make sure that everyone around you knows that only your Chosen may heal you. Do this because it may cost the life of you and your Chosen. Also, the outside source will feel a backlash, and may come to harm as well.
Dragons of Spur are very lucky, for we are with our Bondmates every day. It was of great surprise to me to find that the first stage Dragons of the Lair had never seen a Secian, and they were amazed at the sight of Jubbal. Jubbal is the only one of his kind to ever see the Lair. When a first stage of the Lair feels the Change coming, they leave the Lair and seek out a Secian. After the Change, they leave the Secian and return to the Lair until the time for the next Change. This is something that I believe I could not do, for I am very fond of my Bondmate.
So, Brothers and Sisters, take care of the Little Ones. Cause them no harm, and keep others from harming them. If any have more questions to ask of me, then seek me out. I will try to answer them to the best of my ability.
May your breath and claws never fail you.
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The Age of Dragons ...
[Note: This is a selection from Volume 3, Issue no.1 of the DFC, dated 10th day, 9th month,of the 94th year in Spur(Mar. 21st, 1993) titled The age of Dragons by Detran Silverlyre.]
A look at the sudden change in the ancient race.
By Detren Silverlyre
"It all started with this terrible,
terrible, scream that put us all on edge. At first, we were
thinking the Governor had ordered another mass execution of
prisoners in the Town Square. But when we arrived there all
we sees is this group of Dragons standing around one of their
own which is writhing on the floor in pain. There's this
little fairy flying around the injured one trying to heal
him, but it doesn't seem to be doin' no good. Suddenly, the
one on the ground lets out another huge shriek that almost
deafened us all and his skin starts bubbling and sizzling
like he was an egg being fried. We all thought he would be a
gonner fer sure until this strange blue-green magical light
surrounds the two, and everything starts a spinin'. My
companions and I jumped behind that new statue just as the
light formed into a ball and flew around every-which way.
When we looked up again, the lizard on the ground was jerkin'
around all over the place, until suddenly these nasty bat
like wings push out of his back and his skin stops sizzling
and hardens. He was still for a moment, but then he jumps up
into the air and flys around with his little fairy friend!
Now, that's something you don't see every day.
Gramon Ironmask's account of the first Dragon stage transformation ever to happen in the Spur.
And so it begins. Although opponents of
Dragonkind call it the herald to a new age of doom, many
Spurians watch with excitement and joy as their Dragon
friends whom they have known for years suddenly transform
from a very human looking first stage body into that of a
more reptilian, winged second stage form. This process (simply
called The Great Transformation by most) has affected at
least three Dragons so far: Pelethoron Brightwing, Thumper
Huntersbane, and Selder Firemix. All three seemed to come
away from the transformation without physical complications,
and can now be seen flying around the Spur with their Secian
friends. A glorious sight if ever there was one!
But what exactly is the Great Transformation,
and how does it affect those that participate in it? Although
the Dragons are releasing little information concerning it,
this reporter was able to piece together a few facts about
the difficult process. These facts, coupled by a few
prominent theories about why Dragons age, help us to better
understand one of the oldest races still living on the planet.
The Great Transformation is a process that
happens three times in a Dragon's life. Each time, the Dragon
goes through a highly painful magickal metamorphosis that not
only enlarges its body but activates new organs and
extremities. Wings, Claws, and the legendary breath of
Dragons are all gained through this process at different
stages. Yet in no way is this process without dangerous side
affects. To begin with, the changing Drake becomes immune to
all magic but his own, which will slowly fade until the
transformation is complete. The Dragon is also very
vulnerable while transforming, as he may pass out many times
from pain and blood loss. Finally, a tremendous amount of
mental trauma is put on the Drake during this time, which has
been known to cause all forms of psychosis as well as
personality changes in the afflicted. This is why Secians
often choose to "bond" with their large friends.
Few truly understand how the bonding process
works, but it does relieve the Dragon of much pain by passing
it on to the bonded partner, keeping the Dragon sane. Those
who the Dragon has bonded with are also able to bypass its
magic resistance while the metamorphosis happens, hopefully
allowing the suffering being an easier journey by using
healing spells. It is considered a great honor in the Secian
community to bond with a Dragon. Those who do are considered
to be "The Chosen", and hold high standing among
others of their kind.
Although it is unknown by most scholars whether all Dragons throughout time have had to endure this same process of aging, some reliable sources say that, thousands of years ago, the race was hatched looking like miniature versions of today's fourth stage Dragon. But even though these younglings looked powerful, they were no match for a trained Essence Knight (a popular term for one who killed and drained Dragons to make the special drug that Psycians and Frontacians need to survive) until the age of 200.
It is rumored that the Dragon race lost two entire generations to these hunters, and may have died out entirely if not for a deal they made with a strange old man of great magical prowess. This man (thought by many to be either a High Priest of Sa or the god himself), offered the Dragons a way to make their youth strong enough to defeat the knights while not shortening the new generation's life span by using magical aging. In exchange for this power, the Dragons were to create a shape rune of their race which would be usable only by the man's temple. Seeing no other recourse, the Imperial Council made the exchange and performed the Ritual of Transformation on the eggs which formed the next generation of Dragons. Thus were the first Dragons born that could use the weapons of man to protect themselves. Each generation has changed the same way since.
And so it would seem the time for another generation of Dragons human or humanoid as some would like, but more majestic and awe-inspiring than any this world has ever known.
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Becoming One ...
Thousands of years past, across ages come and gone, the world as we know it today did not exist. As I wander through our realm and see each different race, I am constantly reminded of everything that has been altered. Of the races today, only three can be traced to before the Great Change: the Frontacians, the Psycians, and the Dragons, though not all are as they were.
Early in the Second Age, the Frontacians had created a vast and powerful empire, one by one conquering races weaker than they. By the third age, all the other races who had once flourished on the many large Isles of the North Sea had been extinguished or driven into slavery. The most formidable resistance had been put up by the relatively peaceful Psycians, people legendary for their psionic abilities. Eventually, however, the Psycian homeland isle crumbled under the heavily populated Frontacian forces. Only those Psycians who had been away from their homelands on expeditions remained alive.
With the world under their control, the
Frontacians were free to turn towards exploration. Many
groups settled the newly claimed lands and built up many
large city-states within the empire. Two such city-states
were built on the continent presently home to the Spur, north
of the Great Divide. The large city-state built at the base
of the mountains of the Great Divide was named Penthania, the
Living Jewel, the city that always shined. The second group
of Frontacians built their civilization along the continent's
northern coastline. This became the city-state of Arcania,
City of Magick.
While the Frontacians were busy conquering
their known world, the Dragons remained apart and enjoyed
their relatively peaceful lives. In those days, Dragons
didn't have multiple stages as they do today. The young, in a
time when they still came from eggs, hatched into smaller
versions of the adults. (the Psycians didn't discover the
properties of dragon essence until much later).
The peace, however, was short-lived. The
Penthanians quickly learned why their neighboring city-state
had been named Arcania. The city itself had been built upon a
giant vein of crystal and became an awesome nexus of magickal
energy. The crystal deposit acted like a conduit and enhanced
their already powerful magicks. The Penthanians had been some
of the most powerful mages of the entire Frontacian Empire,
but were now second to the might of the Arcanians. It angered
them further that the Arcanians wished to leave behind their
history of warfare and conquest and chose to use their
magicks for peaceful purposes. To the Penthanians, that line
of thinking was almost alien, and only seen as proof of the
weakness of the Arcanians. They believed that no one with
such a weakness should be allowed to control such powerful
Thus began the Penthanian War. The
Penthanians struck Arcania forcefully and without warning.
The Arcanians, however, were quick to react and used their
powerful magicks to defend rather than retaliate. This tactic
irritated the Penthanians to no end. They were using their
most powerful offensive magicks and very seldom did any
damage to the city or its people. More often than not, their
magick had little or no effect.
Then it happened. Driven to the point of
obsession, the Penthanians attempted something never before
seen in the world. They unleashed the Unmagick. For the first
time since the rise of the empire a whole age before, the
mages tried to control something more powerful than they
could understand, and while they had targeted the Arcanians,
every living creature within the "Unmagick zone," a
very large area, was touched by it.
Those Arcanians within the city were the
first to experience the horrid transformation. They lost
their humanoid-Frontacian form and took on an Arachnid
appearance. Their once omnivorous teeth became deadly fangs
and the jewel that once decorated their palms became a
spinneret which shot a crystalline web. It wasn't the
physical transformation, however, which affect them the most.
Instead, when they were hit by the Unmagick, they suddenly
and violently lost the ability to use or command runes or
magick, even though their understanding of it remained intact.
For a people who ate, slept, breathed, and lived magick, that
was the most terrible form of rape one could perform. Unable
to cope with the loss, their once orderly peaceful minds
became a maddened warp of chaos. They became what we know
today as the Arachnians.
The Penthanians, trying to control this
unpredictable force, caught the backlash of their actions.
The jewels in their hands and foreheads grew, slowly
overtaking their bodies, insinuating themselves into the very
bloodstream, completely transforming their flesh into a hard,
At the same time the Penthanians had been
planning their final move, a large group of young Arcanians
were exploring an uncharted area some leagues south of their
home city, collecting whatever they could so that it could be
studied and categorized. This is a point of history that is
somewhat blurred, the only recount given by an old Dragon who
had witnessed the change and had it scribed several years
"They were within the bowl, the open
sand-bottom portion of the Great Lair where the very young
Dragons and egg clutches were kept in warmth so the mothers
could gather while keeping a watchful eye on all the
offspring together. No one saw anything at first. Then
suddenly one of the mother Dragon's furious bugle cry echoed
across the valley. There were dozens of them, scurrying about
the warm sands like a swarm of ants. I had been about to char
them to the last, when I noticed something that chilled my
veins... They carried with them several of our eggs which had
soon been due to hatch.
"Before anyone could think to do
anything else, a brilliant flash engulfed the entire Lair,
blinding me completely. When at last I regained my sight, the
scene before me burned itself into my mind for all of
eternity. Scattered across the sands were hundreds of tiny
gems mixed with shards of shattered dragons eggs. I forced
myself to take a closer look. There was neither sign of the
invaders nor the dragonettes, but there were several little
creatures, three distinct types, which moved across shards
and gems alike. The black, spider-like creatures at the edge
of the bowl wreathed about in the sands, their appendages
clasping their heads. Movement towards the center of the bowl
caught my eye. This creature was no longer than one of my
claws, and I noticed delicate silver wings which curved up
from its back. The creature looked up at me with startling
ruby-red eyes...eyes filled with tears. In her minute hands
was a jewel.
"Unable to comprehend the significance,
the soft keening of one of the mother Dragons distracted my
attention. 'Those are our babies,' she said. I looked back
again at the masses of shards and cold fear gripped my throat.
Within the center of each mass of shards lay a tiny being. I
nearly dismissed the suggestion until I looked into the tiny
eyes of one of them and felt its faint link. My heart sank..."
Those Arcanians who had not been in contact
with any of the Dragon eggs experienced the same
transformation and stripping of magick as did those within
the city. The other Arcanians, however, the ones who had been
holding the eggs at the time the Unmagick hit, were affected,
but experienced a completely different transformation.
Somehow, they and the Dragons within the eggs they carried
were interaffected by the Unmagick. Among other noticeable
changes, those Arcanians gained wings like the Dragons had
once been born with and a mental link similar to that of the
Dragons which worked among those like themselves. The
Dragons, in turn, assimilated the humanoid life forms which
had characterized the Arcanians. One theory is that the
magick inherent to all dragons combined with that of the
Arcanians deflected the Unmagick so that they didn't get the
full effect, but more of a side-effect. Not one of the Dragon
eggs that had not been in contact with an Arcanian had
survived to hatching, and no Dragon afterwards was able to
produce a fertile egg.
At first, the older Dragons tried to shun and
deny this new form of offspring, but the mothers protected
them fiercely. The new form of Arcanians, call Secians or
"Jewel-eyed," tried to return to their home in the
wake of those who had become Arachnians and fled. They were
quickly driven out. The newly transformed Arachnians were
filled with such hatred for the tiny secians, who could still
control the runes, that the tiny beings were lucky to escape
with their lives.
Unable to understand the hatred which had
overcome their former race, they returned almost without hope
to the Dragons. The Dragons, remembering that it was because
of these people that their young had become what they were,
also tried to drive the foot-tall beings away. Some of the
mothers, however, noticed that these little, child-like
people had an immediate taking to their own young (some say
that a portion of their psyche was exchanged with the Dragons
in addition to physical characters) and were better suited
for caring for the delicate young than their own massive
claws. After much arguing, the other Dragons finally agreed
to allow them to stay. The Secians felt horrible about what
had become of the world because of the hunger for power and
destruction which had overcome the Penthanians, and vowed to
never harm another creature for all of eternity. They also
pledged their services to the Dragons as a payment for the
transformation which they blamed on themselves.
As the young Dragons grew, they formed close
friendships with these little Secians. Just when the older
Dragons were about to admit that their long-lived race was
winding towards extinction, the first of the young Dragons
began its transition to the second stage*. The mother,
panicked by the distress in her son's link, couldn't figure
out how to relieve his pain. At a point near death, one of
the Secians who had been the dragon's closest friend flew in
nearly out of control and began healing him. The young Dragon
came back from certain death, not only as himself, but
slightly more Draconian in appearance. For several days, the
Secian refused to leave the dragon's side and the dragon, in
turn, became fiercely protective of the Secian. Thus formed
the first bondmates. The same procedure was used when the
other dragons began their transformations. All but one of the
Dragons survived the transition. These dragons didn't blame
the Secians for the transformations of their race, but
instead, were thankful that the Secians were there to aid
them in their survival. In gratitude, the new generation of
Dragons swore to always be the protectors of the "Little
Ones." The Dragons once again had a future.
Through the ages, the bonds between Dragons
and Secians have become legendary. A Dragon does not have to
seek out a Secian to bond with, but if they don't, they take
the chance of dying permanently or losing their sanity. Even
though one chooses to bond, placing themselves and their
chosen in danger of dying permanently, it is worth the risk.
There has not been a failed bonding in over
1000 years. However, to avoid sure death or loss of sanity,
all Dragons need to bond. Most Secians who are not already
bonded will happily accept.
I have noticed a question regarding the
changing of Secians. If a Chosen has left the realm for some
reason and a bond has not yet been established, yes the
Secian can be changed. Any unbonded Secian who heals a Dragon
during the later stages of the Change becomes the bondmate of
the Dragon. If the Chosen is not around while the Dragon is
in the later stages of the Change, the first Secian who comes
in to heal the Dragon becomes that Dragon's bondmate. Any
other Secian who tries to heal the Dragon after the bond has
been established may come to great harm. In extremely rare
cases, there is a narrow chance that if the bondmate has been
gone for a long period of time, the bond may weaken to a
point where a new bond can be established with a new mate.
Keep in mind that only the Chosen may heal the staging Dragon
otherwise it may cost the lives of both the Dragon and the
Chosen. The third party will feel a backlash and may come to
harm as well.
The process of staging is a very painful
experience for the Dragon. It is because of the Little Ones
that the pain is bearable and does not kill us or drive us
insane. My Brothers and Sisters, I urge you one and all to
take care of the Little Ones. Cause them no harm and protect
them from others who would bring them harm.
[Please Note: It wasn't until hundreds of years later, at the advent of the Psi wars did the dragons recognize an unexpected advantage in the staging process. It is a well known fact that both the Psycians and the Frontacians need special drugs to keep them sane because of a fault in their DNA. Before the Frontacians destroyed the Psycian homeland, the Psycians had cultivated a herb that would produce the drug, but that herb could be found no where else in the world. When the Psycian homeland was discovered by the Frontacians (it is rumored that the Dragon's were the ones who gave away the location of the hidden isle) and subsequently destroyed, the herb, too, was forever lost. The Psycians were forced to find a substitute, which they did...dragon essence. As it turned out, dragon essence was virtually useless if it came from a first or second stage dragon. Only the older dragons could produce the essence needed for the drug. Thus, the staging process came to serve as a protection for the young dragons until they could readily defend themselves.]
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The Great Dragon Hunt ...
Turaniel says, "Do any here know the tale of the Great Dragonhunt? Would that be a suitable tale to tell?"
Santius says, "I've never heard that
Rellian says, "That is one I don't think
has been told of late, I am sure it would be a good one."
Rellian says, "Well, no regular singers
have come forth by now."
Rellian sits down.
Turaniel says, "Should I begin, then?"
Rellian says, "Whenever you are ready
Turaniel stands up.
Maldraedior says, "oh godie a story"
Glen smiles fondly at SoftwalKeet
(Turaniel clears her throat and begins to
weave her tale...)
Maldraedior is looking at you.
Turaniel says, "This Age we live in is
called This Age of Ours. It has no name of yet, for its name
shall only be known when it has drawn to a close."
Turaniel says, "The age before this is
known as the Age of Revelation, and it is during this age
that this tale takes place."
Turaniel says, "After the War between
the Frontacian and Psycian Empires, and after the fall of the
Frontacian Empire, when much of the world was in unrest."
Turaniel says, "As you may know, both
Frontacian and Psycian require certain potions... certain
drugs... to keep themselves well and sane."
Turaniel says, "For both races, these
drugs require Essence taken from Dragonkynd. And difficult it
often is to take this Essence by any means other than force."
Turaniel smiles sadly at Maldraedior.
(SoftwalKeet twitches uncomfortably)
Turaniel says, "In the year 1000 of the
Age of Revelation, an Arachnian alchemist named Rhrangkhorre
Angerschilde organized a great Dragonhunt."
Turaniel says, "A great mass of hunters
he gathered for this task."
Turaniel says, "Sanene and Go-blin, Oog-ra
and Thugian, multitudes came under the Arachnian's banner,
looking for battle and wealth."
Turaniel says, "It is said that the
Anthian Wing he had gathered darkened the sun as they flew
Turaniel shakes her head from side to side.
Turaniel says, "This great mass of
warriors traveled over the land until they came to a large
Gathering of Dragonkynd in a secluded range of mountains."
Turaniel says, "Silently they crept,
unnoticed by the Dragons, for the Great Ones were certain
that none knew where the Gathering was to be found."
Turaniel says, "On a signal from
Rhrangkhorre, the hunters attacked."
Turaniel says, "The air was filled with
the gleaming of weapon, the shimmering of rune."
Turaniel says, "Bravely the Dragonkynd
fought the invaders, with claw and
tooth and magick..."
Turaniel shakes her head from side to side.
(Maldraedior puffs out his chest)
Turaniel says, "But it was no use. The
Great Ones were outnumbered, and trapped where they had
thought themselves safe."
Turaniel says, "When the Sun hid her
face behind the edge of the world, and the cold Moon cast her
cold eye upon the scene..."
Turaniel says, "... not a Dragon still
lived to meet her pale gaze."
Turaniel says, "Covered with the blood
of the noble Great Ones was the plain, the once-peaceful
Turaniel says, "And it is said that for
days and days the hunters worked, gathering the Essence from
the fallen Dragons, leaving no drop behind so that the Great
Ones could rise again."
Turaniel says, "The fires that the
hunters cast for their work lit the area like it was midday."
Turaniel says, "Half of what
Rhrangkhorre and his hunters gathered, he sold to those who
needed it, the Frontacians and Psycians."
Turaniel says, "That Essence has been
known as the Golden Reserve, and has helped to sustain the
races for over a thousand years."
Turaniel says, "Some say that only now
does the Golden Reserve grow empty, but I am not one to know
Turaniel says, "To think that half of
what was gathered from this slaughter could last so many
people for so many years..."
Turaniel says, "The other half of the
Essence, the alchemist Rhrangkhorre kept for himself, and
none know for sure to what evil purpose he put this Essence."
Turaniel says, "Still, many say that Rhrangkhorre still lives, hundreds of years past when he should have died. Perhaps it is the Essence which sustains him. I do not know."
Turaniel shakes her head from side to side.
Turaniel says, "Yet there is one other part to this tale, which I hesitate to say, for though this tale is dark, these words are perhaps the darkest."
Turaniel says, "Wonder you how the hunters could come upon such a great Gathering, unknown and
Maldraedior stands up.
Turaniel says, "How they could even find
a Gathering supposedly safe in the mountains?"
Turaniel says, "The hunters had a guide.
A guide who knew well the range to which he guided the
hoarde, and the secret place of the Gathering."
Turaniel stares sadly downward a moment.
Turaniel says, "One of their own kind. A
Santius raises an eyebrow.
Turaniel says, "His name is forgotten, and some would say blessedly so."
Turaniel says, "Perhaps the traitor
still lives, yet surely no Great One would accept him as one of their own."
Turaniel says, "And that is the tale of
the Great Dragonhunt of 1000 AR."
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A Study of Dragon Names ...
All Races have a unique, and normally interesting tradition in naming their young. Some races take a very simple approach to this and some are steeped in long traditions and is a mystery to the other races.
Some races seam to take a rather random approach to naming their young, Humans for example. Some are named for an ancestor where others are named solely for the sound of their name with the parent's sir name, as they call
Other races, like Dragons have a very specific way of naming their young though they sometimes sound more random then even humans. And Dragons being as aloof and private as they are make this a hard study.
The most mysterious are the Arachnians. Maybe only because their names sound like a series of clicks from their mandibles and hisses and they can't directly translate this to the common language. Also, to get one to sit and
try to explain is no more then the one doing the study waiting to get webbed and bit. Perhaps it would be safe if I were to conduct the study from separate rooms with the aid of Psi.
I digress. Dragons, as I was saying, from what I can tell, take a very long time to name their young. The naming process starts sometimes before the young draco is even born. I have heard it said the Great dragons or
Imperials start to get a feeling for the name, maybe just one syllable before the Draco hatches. And the name can be formed along the way not to be completed well after the Draco is up walking around. There are other times when there is no impression of the name until the Draco is born and the name comes all at once.
Some parts, say one or two syllables of the name, for some dragons, are formed in conection to their ancestors, but never the complete name, being that each dragon has his or her own individual essence.
It is somehow in the formation of their essence that the name is created. And that is where the biggest mystery comes in and where the idea of it truly being a name as we would call it, is lost. Dragons do not use these
identities as names as we do. They identify each other buy sight, smell, a feeling and thought. The idea of a name being solely a title of identity to be used for the convenience of others escapes them.
It is not my intent to belittle their names or even suggest that their names
have little meaning. Their names seam to be as an integrated part of them
as a wing or leg being it is some how derived from their very essence. It
could be, because the name is of their essence, that as they grow stronger
as they age, their name grows stronger. A name to a dragon is not something
to be prideful in alone. It would be the same to them to be prideful in
themselves though most any dragon you ever would talk to would say they are
not subject to pride, Guess that is their great ego's point of view.
One of the most interesting points of dragon names, perhaps its most useful,
is that because how dragon identify each other, by smell, thought and feeling
(I am guessing they get a certain kind of feel from another dragons essence
when within a certain distance). Dragons do not really seam to need to use
their names. However, If a dragon were to refer to a dragon, which is
unknown to another, by that dragons name (in a way by their essence) when
the dragon who did not know the one referred to meets that dragon for the
first time, they would know who they were. If this was a bit hard to follow
for someone reading this, say the possible Thugian; Dragon A is talking with
Dragon B and dragon A speaks of dragon C, who dragon B has never met, by
dragon C's "name". When dragon B first meets dragon C, dragon B will know
immediately who dragon C is, without having to first be introduced.
This is all taken from direct observation and from what I a can hear spoken about it or what little is already written. Hard as this information is to come by and to understand, one can only assume there may be more to it then
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The Winged Birds An Allegorical Tale ...
Author: The Bright Amethyst, Relawen
submitted: The 23rd day of the 2nd month in the year 320. (6.12.05)
In a land not far from here, a flock of birds live among the lush foliage and colorful blossoms of a meadow. The birds, too, are brightly colored, their wings reflecting a single brilliant shade.
These birds are aware of their beauty, and spend endless days preening and strutting in front of the others. One particular golden-winged bird enjoys shouting the name of his color so everyone with ears can hear. Another bird, with wings of silver, chose instead to tell every being he came across, "I am magnificent." A smaller bird sitting high in a tree chuckles at these things; she does not swagger as they do, and oft goes unnoticed.
One day a fox came prowling for food, and heard in the distance a voice shouting the word "gold" over and over. His curiosity piqued, he followed the sound to the meadow where the birds lived. Finding the noisy bird, and watching him preen in front of the others, the fox thought to himself, "Surely such a bird who boasts like that must taste the best of them all." But as he crept forward, the silver-winged bird caught his attention by claiming "I am magnificent"
to his fellow birds. "Hmm," thought the fox, "maybe he speaks the truth. If so, *he* is the tastiest treat." After a bit of planning, the gluttonous fox decided to trap all the birds and eat them, from the tastiest down to the plainest. He burst into the meadow, sending the birds screeching and seeking cover.
They were swift, but he was clever, and within minutes he had trapped the flock in a corner of the meadow, where the vines hung too low to take flight. Hungrily, the fox prepared to gorge himself. Just then, he caught a flurry of movement from the corner of his eye. Glancing up he saw the smaller bird, who had been watching from the trees, soaring high above him. She darted above the vines and spread her wings. A brilliant shade of amethyst lit up the area, bathing the other birds and the fox below with a gentle violet glow. The other birds stared up in awe, having never seen such a scintillating hue before that seemed to rain down on them from above.
The fox stared up too, thinking, "Surely this is the choicest of all the birds, and must taste better than all the others combined!"
Abandoning the flock he had cornered, he raced after the amethyst-winged bird. Heedless of his surroundings, he craned his neck upwards so he wouldn't lose sight of his meal. Knowing this, the bird led him deeper and deeper into the forest until they came to a river. His eyes and ears trained on his prize, the fox never heard the rushing rapids or saw the spray of water. Without warning—splash!—head over tail he went, tumbling into the river. The swift current carried away his yelps of surprise and anger, taking him far away from the flock. He arrived on a distant bank, drenched and without a bird in sight.
When the bird returned, she was met by the others. They could not
understand: if her wings were so magnificent, why had she not boasted and shouted such, or prance around like the others? With a smile, she said the answer was simple—"True magnificence need not boast, or shout it to the sky, or prance about like silly ponies. The truly magnificent simply *know* they are magnificent, and that is sufficient for all."
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**Ancient Dragon Lore**
This parchment has been hastily torn out of the Lore books.
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