HAZERATH, the hatchling

[bimblesnip 122]

 

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[ A missive found its way across the continent, nailed to various tavern-posts and scattered on sparsely-trodden roads. ]

 

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Hearken ye, kindred of Azuras.

 

In the damp beneath cobbled streets, where above the lanterns of Man flicker, stirs a tale both curious and grave. I, a humble son of Oblazeki blood, do set quill to parchment to herald hope and inquiry both.

 

Within my keeping has fallen a thing most peculiar - an egg, clad in the verdant greens of the tropics; vibrant crimson freckles litter its surface not unlike the sparks of a smith’s hammer nor the gloam of a falling sun. It hums with warmth and a true vigour - reflective, I gather, of the creature it cradles - and well-travelled between many hands from the distant shores of  The Nightmarket.

 

Word, accompanying that which entrusted me with its nurturing, told of claims it was the spawn of some lesser dragonkin - a flame yet unlit. Such, I was instructed, befitted no less than the potent breath of magma to stir its essence into being.

 

Thusly, do I declare that I shall see it hatched.

 

Let it not be said that the Gnomish folk are mere footnotes in the grand tapestries of this world, constrained to quiver beneath the bustling prides of men. Alike the acorn, we are small - but so, once, were you.

 

Blades will not meet this child of flame - rather patience, and care - for I suspect even the mightiest of dragons began as something small, and terribly alone.

 

Beneath a gnarled tree, nestled in the forest’s heart where roots entangle bones buried in the dirt, I dwell, and seek comrades. There do I prepare for a journey - a trek through fire, and to whatever destiny awaits within this shell.

 

I know not of what a dragon demands, save that it shall undeniably include flesh. Should anybody possess exotic and nutritious meats, I would request word to myself, Bimtar Snailsnip Thimblewhim, that I might see to suitable reward. Too would the embers of a seasoned smith serve well the cause, for I have a few ideas in mind.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Mordringfan 170]

The Frost Dwarf reads through the missive before angrily scrunching it up, he'd have bought the egg if it wasn't for the untimely death of Dagon.

[Vegancomedy 37]

Wedii Dorri of the fishing guild of Azuras, gazed upon the missive posted on the noticeboard, "This seems like someone the guild would be interested in. . We must rally the fishermen." She remarked aloud. .