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The Three Draconic Gifts

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The purpose of these three short pieces are flavorful at best, they are meant to add a greater depth to the roleplay of Azdrazi by introducing unique cultural elements of no impact to any conflict-related roleplay, but rather supplement the lore as neat symbols. None of these items are meant to require an ST-signature, but rather exist freely in the world, to be roleplayed as any other mundane item. Feedback and thoughts, as well as ideas are all the more welcome.

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Ur-Ba “The Red Root”

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"Among all the delicacies of the world - there are few things I love more than the embrace of my lover, Asioth, the smile of my father, Azdromoth, and the scent of my true mentor; Ur-Ba." 

 

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Growing amidst firelands, and often associated with the passing of Azdromoth, Ur-Ba are a red-colored root, known to stretch deep into the earth.

 

The Ur-Ba is a prefer of hot climates, and seems to grow wholly where there are either dragons, or where there are fire-lands. Grown in ash - preferably made from bodies, the Ur-Ba is known to grow up to long stems, and is known to also create a form of little red buds resembling petal-like grass.

 

Surviving infernal heat - the Ur-Ba is often burned during times of eruptions or great heat - though stems often remain deeper in the ash, regrowing in time. As such - it cannot survive in colder climates, or sudden changes in temperature.

 

By the nephilim - the root finds many uses. It is oft cut or ground and used as a form of herb for cooking, such as when the nephilim make their ritual flat-bread. The root may also be boiled to create a tasteful, rich-tasting tea, reminiscent of jasmine - if it were mixed with a sprinkle of pepper.

 

Eaten plain and uncooked, the root is sweet-tasting, but dry. The leaves it creates up top are bitter to the taste, and largely inedible. The most renown application of the Ur-Ba is when burned. The smoke of the Ur-Ba, to a dragon, creates a pleasing effect, not unlike cactus green to the orcs of the desert. When inhailed by other living creatures however - it causes bitter, but brief hallucinations, and a feeling of anxiety [3 emotes]. This is in fact, a weaker version of the fumes of Az-Unath, though not enough to impair an individual during combat.

 

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  • When a non-dragon to smoke the fumes, it’s minor effects do not impair an individual during combat - their focus quickly shifting back away from the hallucinations when threatened. Neither is the intent of this lore to be used for combat purposes.
  • Ur-Ba must be kept and grown in a hot environment. Deserts, fire-lands, drake-shrines, warm labs, and arid plains are fair places to grow it, if only the earth is grown with ash.

 

Ei-Ashay “The Thinking Tree.”

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"Under the thinking tree - a hundred thoughts, and a hundred dreams . . . Come and drink, from the thinking tree." 

 

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Few, and slow to grow - though sturdy, the Ei-Ashay are a peculiar form of tree. Ranging from a cream color, to pale browns, or gray, the Ei-Ashay is a tree reputed to have grown from seeds of far-east trees fertilized by the droppings of a passing Dragaar. As such, they are highly prized by the nephilim and their followers, who enjoy thinking under their branches, a notion popularized by one three-eye’d draconic master, fond of offering tea under the branches of one of the locally grown Ei-Ashay.

 

The Ei-Ashay is however, largely mundane. It is long lived, sturdy - but is surprisingly durable in inhospitable weathers. As such, the tree is known to be able to grow and sustain the heat of the fire-lands - its leaves wiped off with every break of lava, whereas the tree will thin and shed off bark, not unlike a snake, and reducing its size when needed to better conserve water. The tree is not - however, fireproof. - though it will lose bark and leaves to shed off burns. The tree survives and spreads through such fires however, its seeds survive in the thick volcanic ash below, and sprouting years after the passing of fire-storms and volcanic eruptions.

 

Saplings of the Ei-Ashay grow from the deep roots of tree, shielded from the unberable heat, and fed by the mother-tree until they breach surface. When they do - they are known to co-exist with local Ur-Ba, sharing nutrients.

 

The deep-rooted Ei-Ashay stands as a symbol of long-draconic lives, and the depths of their fiery, brutal heritage of constant change, ambition, and fortitude. As such, the azdrazi are known to sing to the tree - whether woth poetry or deep throat-singing announcing battles to come.

 

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  • The Ei-Ashay grow in hot climates - as such arid planes, deserts, and firelands are suitable climates. Though it is not unknown for the Ei-Ashay to be able to be planted in more temperate climates - but could never survive colder regions.

 

Nag Ei’maa “Holy libation”

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"Come. And take from this bread - for it is my body. Come, and drink from this milk for it is my -- wait." 

 

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The nephilim have, over the course of their history constructed a culture based on martial warfare and contemplation. Over the course of their endless pilgrimages to some shrine of theirs dedicated to this or that aspect of the world, they have left a variety of offerings. Black roses have been left before the murals of Azdromoth. Others leave sanctified ash, oils, jewels, weapons, trinkets, and even prayers to Asiothic monuments or old draconic remains.

 

But offerings are not always given. Sometimes, they are taken. This is such as the holy libation.

 

The “libation” as it is called is a cultural element of the nephilim and their followers. While Ei’maa can be many things - it historically and modernly refers to a smoked flat-bread mixed with honey, pollinated by the flowers growing from the Ur-Ba roots.

 

The bread, in addition to small amounts of honey, is traditionally made with spit, water, and finely grained flour as well as a modicum of ash - typically coming from mixed ancestral remains that have been blessed. Blessings are performed through all manner of ceremonies - though often they done via shrine pilgrimages, concentrated prayer, bell-ringing, or even fire-processions and ritual purifications.

 

Once the bread is pure - it is carried to places of importance. Whether the places of fellow nephilim, servants, warriors, shrines, holy places or even geographical or historical areas of importance, the Ei’maa is then settled on a place. Often dried, as well as from its supernatural makers - the flat-bread can stay edible for years. This comes from its final blessing, whereupon an Azdrazi, or a heralded adherent prays over it - effectively placing hopes, dreams, aspirations and so forth unto the bread, where it will visibly smoke.

 

The bread is then left at the place of offering, to be taken and eaten by travellers or pilgrims. The taste is often sweet - though with a distinct burnt flavour. Strangely, it is always warm to some degree, never cold unless it should find itself in a noticeably colder area. Once blessed however - the bread would taste like putrid ash to anyone holding a connection to Xan. 

 

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  • No emote count is necessary for the blessing of the Ei’maa
  • The blessing of the Ei’maa allows for a degree of aesthetic fluidity, one may describe flakes of fire departing their body while blessing it, or even magical smoke drifting from them.
  • The Ei’maa carries no special properties apart from its freshness or warm bite. It cannot be used to warm oneself up from unnatural cold, or to help azdrazi tolerate the cold of certain regions.
  • The blessed Ei'maa requires the signature of the maker. 
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not the f*cking bread jentos why the bread

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2 hours ago, Jentos said:

"Come. And take from this bread - for it is my body. Come, and drink from this milk for it is my -- wait." 

 

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