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These creatures get their own entry on its own page; in their pride they'd have it no other way.
They are exceedingly rare and that is good. Otherwise, they'd rule the Earth. Or so say a few scraps of wisdom handed down from ancient times. We know this much about Dragons: they can take human form and walk among us. The males encountered take human lovers, with daughters of royalty being the favored mates. No one knows if children are born with dragon blood. One source claims they love fine drink, artwork, and keeping a herd of livestock.
What do they look like? Legend has it that "wyrms" are reptiles, huge in size and winged. All can talk and have an intellect far beyond mortal humans, as Dragons are said to live forever and are hard to kill. All use magic naturally and can, as recent evidence shows, speak to forest animals and make them do their bidding.
Baron Losargon is a peer of the Khan's Realm. Some say the Khan is Losargon's vassal, not the other way around. In two-legged guise, he appeared as a tall and handsome dark-haired warrior who was "a bit off" and only ate meat. This, all expertly prepared, he produced in great quantity from a rucksack that seemed bottomless. It was actual animal flesh, including a smoked Salmon of exquisite taste and tenderness.
He also showed off a bag of gems; dragons all have troves they take from others and are said to know the location of every copper piece.
Losargon claims to be a fine cook, but that may only be an example of Dragons' sardonic sense of humor. The Dragon sang this little ditty in the hearing of several humans, one of whom translated it. It says a lot about what Dragons prefer to eat.
Oh, how I like human flesh!
Though many things I do relish!
Gold is nice, gems are fine,
But a plate of man-meat?
With red wine? Divine!
Oh how I like human meat!
Livers are bitter, but hearts are sweet,
When I crack their bones,
And eat that meat!
Once fellows came looking for gold,
In my cave, where the wind blows cold.
I grabbed them fast, and ate them up!
On blood and meat, I sipped and supped!
Oh please come visit, if you would,
If your flesh is soft, and your soul is good.
I'll chomp your skull and spit it out.
"PTOO!" in a pile by my barrels of stout!
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