[Legend] Ogradhad and the Night Drake

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I was inspired by a piece of concept art (on the bottom of this post) depicting a dragon hoarding books instead of gold. I hope you enjoy this writ - should I apply for the Brathmordakin Clergy and write more legends?

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[!] In the Library of Urguan you find a dusty tome with a green emerald in the Middle. The black-leather cover is turned over with some trouble and you stumble upon a story. Written and signed by Dlunar Irongrinder [!]

 

< = Legends of Ogradhad: The Night Drake = >

 

I shall preface these texts with uttering the highest of of praises to The Great Ogradhad. Might these conjured words appease you and spread word of Thou Legend. I further proclaim that these texts are the interpretation of one dwed among many, of the Great Legendary Allfather of Knowledge Ogradhad.

 

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On Div’Mul the Greedy, the Floating Library and the Night Drake

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Div was a dwarf like any other in ancient times. A stout persona with a long black beard that was revered for his knowledge on many things. He kept a secret stashery of books and tomes of Lore he had gathered over the years. For the dwed’s greed lusted not for coin - for the fragility of the currency is ever-present. And the power it wields can change overnight. Knowledge on the other hand, he spoke to himself, was the true power of the realm. Secrets bare influence. Hidden knowledge the ultimate tool of bargain to purchase that which coin can not.

 

But as the days grew darker, and Div’s private library grew larger and larger - his lust seemed uncontainable. And soon whispers of Khorvad the Vile would reach him. First dismissed but then heard with some intrigue. For the whispers of lies and deceit that reached his ear spoke of power beyond measure. The mortal dwed’s greed for knowledge grew limitless. Sparing not life nor honor to obtain it. And soon, after being granted secret magical powers by the Vile Dark - he built a grand library, greater than was ever built. With these dark magics he elevated the entity towards the heavens above. There he sat on his throne of tomes - crowining himself as Div’Mul: The Master of Lore. But behind him the shadow of Khorvad loomed. He was but a puppet, a minion of the Vile Darkness.

 

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Legend of the Floating Library reached far and beyond. On how it diminished the value of Mortal and Immortal made collections such as the Mali’Aherals Eternal Library - and even The Grand Library of the spirit Theruz, an orcish patron representing lore and knowledge.

 

But news of this was not heard by just mortal ears. Up high in the heavens above Ogradhad peered down upon the Realm and saw Div’Mul rejoicing in his prowess of obtaining knowledge and his self-proclaimed title of Loremaster. Were it not for Khorvads influence, the heavenly embodiment of Knowledge would have left him be. Mocking his stupendous title as forever lesser than His own. But the looming shadow and the vastness of the library caught his interest. In his infinite powers he conjured a great Night Drake. It’s scales black as the night, claws sharp as swords and teeth like spearheads - two red eyes peering down at the floating library. The Allfather of Knowledge and Lore then inhabited the spirit of this great creature and flew down in the dark of night.

 

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A mighty clash broke loose between the Night Drake and Div’Mul the Dark Sorcerer. Fueled by Khorvads corrupted might the two fought in the halls of the Floating Library. When Khorvad saw the weakness of his inhabited puppet - he soon left Div’Mul and fled back to his Dark Hold. Div, laying broken and powerless on the marble floor of his library, stared up to see the mighty Night Drake rising above him. In a single breath the Night Drake unleashed the fire of a thousand suns upon the sharletan - leaving but ashes in the wind.

 

In the end the Night Drake flew around the great halls of the Library and knocked over all shelves that held the tomes. The collection was gathered in one great heap in the middle where the Drake would make his home. Ogradhad left the body of the creature and ordered his creation to govern over this collection at all costs. A dragon that covets not gold - but the infinite knowledge of the Realm.

 

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It is said that even till this day Ogradhad visits the Library of the Drake and wanders through its vast halls. Perhaps with luck a descendant is blessed with seeing a small speck of black floating in the night’s sky above. Praise Ogradhad, the Master of Lore - and his Night Drake.