Dragons of Dómari
The first person who PM's me with a decent ref of what they would like gets a free custom dragon. I need something to use as an example after all ;p
But Fiern! I do not know what they look like!
Yes. Well. It is free. Shh. Four legs, a head, a tail. No wings on the current ones.
Table of Contents
Post 1
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Origins of the Dragons of Dómari - The Old Man and the Tricksters
The Dragons of Dómari are a curious breed. One day they were not, and the next they were. They are undoubtedly predators, as their claws and teeth attest, and yet they are not malicious, leaning instead towards a cheerful sort of curiosity.
The name Dragon is explained easily enough by the similarities between them and dragons of stories, reptilian, four-legged, tailed, horned, though very few have wings and none have thus far been seen to breathe fire. There are rumors of course, but there are always rumours. Of Dómari has a bit more of a tale behind it. Technically, when they first appeared, they were of the Dómari, Dómari being an old word for Judge. It is said that a wise man, who was often called upon to travel from one village to the next to hear and pass down decisions on everything from what crops to grow, to who could marry, to whether an accused was innocent or guilty finally got so fed up with his burden that one fine summer day instead of moving on to the next village, he walked off the road. Into the plains he went, swallowed in a sea of grass, baked beneath the hot sun with nothing but the clothes on his back. Finally, after several days of walking, when all he could see in either direction was the endless grass, and all he could hear were birds and insects, and his old feet could take him not one step further he stopped, threw back his head, and spoke to the Gods.
Cursed at might be a better word. What were they thinking, he wanted to know, making people so simple that they put all their decisions in the hands of one old man? Who was he to know what was what? And now here he was, old and with no family having never had the time to settle and raise one of his own, so busy was he with his duties.
"Gods!" He cried, or so went the stories "I am old, and I am going to die, and not one of you can stop me. For years and years, I've done your work, I've taught people right from wrong, and kept them from killing themselves with their stupidity. Who is going to do it when I am gone? You will have to come down from your seats and see to it yourself you lazy Gods! I have given you enough of a break, I am only a man and now I am done! Even if my lungs drew ten million more breaths, even if you made me young again, I am done! I will wish myself into the ground! No man can bear this burden for more than one lifetime! I do not love people anymore, they just make me tired. I do not even know if I have judged people rightly, for I have only done my best, I cannot see into their hearts."
"Now," He said, slowly lowering himself to the ground and stretching out to lie on his back. "I am going to die, so you had best get to it."
And with that, he did die and he did become one with the ground beneath him. And perhaps he was blasphemous and impudent, and should not have spoken to the Gods so, but the Gods here were an unusual sort. They were Tricksters, and they loved their people well and liked to see a little spirit and a little fire, and so they looked at each other with laughter in their eyes and decided to heed the old mans last wishes. In their own way of course. None of them wanted to give up their games to go walk the earth and tell their people what to do, and in any case, they did not want their people to be so soft and simple that they did only as instructed.
So they molded a new sort of children, these with four legs instead of two, with the ability to see into the hearts of men and the Tricksters laughter in their eyes, and they set them down upon the earth. They did not tell these new children that they had to do anything, they could live their lives as they pleased, but many, being able to see the true essence of their two-legged kin chose to accompany them. The men who had these new companions found they were being subtly influenced. Not be force or treachery, but simply through the joy and love that the Dragons had for them when they did good, and the drawing away when they turned to evil. And so, both for the Old Man who was the catalyst for their existence and as they saw, weighed and judged the hearts of Men, though they left the punishment to be inflicted by the individual themselves, they became known as the Dragons of the Dómari.
Now, whether or not all of this tale is true, who knows? Some say it must not be, for who could know what the Old Man said when he died alone? Others though, remember that the Tricksters share what they will, and if they thought the story worth telling, as they often do any tale that amuses them, it would be told. Such is the way of it when one deals with Gods.
