A Guide To The Dragon World

The Legend Of The Scorching

Although many have learned dragons question our stories of the Scorching, it is still a key part of our history - the moment we measure time from, the foundation of our understanding of the world. While we may not know how much of the legend is true, it is still a fascinating tale to study and debate. -Starflight

Once upon a time, when the world was newly hatched, there were no dragon kingdoms. There were no dragon tribes. There were no dragon towns, no villages, no palaces or strongholds or cities. 

Dragons of that day and age were solitary creatures. You might find one living alone in a mountain cave, or a small family  on an icy island in the distant north, or a pair in a canyon deep under the sea.

But if you walked the land of Pyrrhia or flew through its skies, what you would find easily, everywhere you went, were scavengers. The forests teemed with scavengers and their dens were everywhere. A dragon could barely set its talons down anywhere without landing on a scavenger. Scavengers strutted the world as though it was theirs. 

And for the most part, dragons did not care. As long as they could be left alone, with enough prey to eat and some treasure to hoard, dragons were content to keep to their caves.

The scavengers, however, were not content. They scrabbled out of their dens and went scavenging for more than what they had. They killed the dragons prey and choked the sky with smoke, and then, worst of all, they came for dragons' treasure. Scavengers snuck into caves and sailed to the dragon islands and climbed the tallest trees of the jungle to find even the most hidden dragons. They stole gold, emeralds, sapphires and pearls; they stole narwhal horns and rare fruit seeds and small sentimental wood carvings. If a dragon could count it as treasure, the scavengers would try and steal it.

Sometimes they came in groups. Sometimes they brought weapons. And sometimes, they went too far.

No one knows why a scavenger would steal a dragon egg.

But we know he stole it from the wrong dragon.

 Her original name is lost to time, but she was a dragon of immense strength and cunning: older, wiser and more dangerous than most. Her lair was high in the mountain peaks, one of the very last to be found by the marauding scavengers. 

And when they stole her egg, her wrath blazed as fierce as the lightning; her roar shook the mountains like thunder. 

Alone, she could find the thieves and eat them. She could burn a scavenger den and have some measure of vengeance. But she wanted more.

And so she found other dragons. She sought them out and brought them into her army. One by one, from across the world, they joined together under her wings.  They became her talons and her claws and her ferocious teeth.

And they began to scorch the earth.

They burned the scavengers out of their holes; they set their dens ablaze. They took back their treasure and they took back the land. 

They were the first dragon tribe,

And she became known as the first Dragon Queen.

When the Scorching was complete, the scavengers who survived scattered into hidden-holes across the world. Powerless, insignificant, no more than prey, as they should have been all along.

The world now belonged to the dragons, and would be for the rest of time.