“Any day now, the heartsblood of the Flamecaller herself will erupt from the sea! A new land will birth from the ocean! We will be ready to lay claim to it and hold it with all our might!” Por turned back to face the crowd of dragons who were hanging on to her every word. “Only by holding what they seek hostage will compel them to negotiate!” She held for their cheer. “We are the forgeworkers! We are the blacksmiths! We swing the hammers! We stoke the flames! And we have pure elemental fire on our side! Are you with me?”
some scrys and an outfit for all you mutinous proletariats overthrowing the system out there 😉 Vivre Libre ou Mourir!
One of my fave things about everyone’s lore on here is that everything is so in control? like you’ve got perfect societies and cities that function like they should, usually led by powerful figures or a group, that just sound so beautiful when described
Then there’s my shithole and no one knows who’s in charge is it the librarian??? the cook??? the progenitors that just turned up randomly?? whys there so many warriors and where did all the bots come from???? holy carp it’s actually a koi???
From the heart of the Viridian Labyrinth once came dragons birthed from poison.
Now spread out over all of Sornieth, the Venomspitters are thriving.
In the depths of the Gladekeeper’s domain, there once lived a tribe of dragons. The unforgiving jungle they lived in became their ally, rather than their enemy, for these dragons had developed a certain ability for just that.
Other dragons call them Venomspitters, for that is their preferred hunting method. They are dragons who not only have honed their bodies into a full immunity to poison, but the capability to store it as if it were nothing – to survive the venoms of their habitat, they themselves have become it.
They are like sponges: be it a particularly toxic plant or the defense mechanism of the local wildlife, Venomspitters will suck it all away to take it for themselves, leaving that around them a little weaker, and themselves – a little stronger.
It is due to this capability that the original Venomspitter tribe has survived so well, and perhaps it is for the same reason that the Venomspitters are no longer limited to their original homeland. Descendants of the tribe have found their way across all of Sornieth, passing down their strange ability, then doing what they do best: survive.
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