Jason Andresen (order #1578489) - Jump page for Jubei
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Monster Dragons Name<br />
As stated above, I have witnessed the effects of dragonblight,<br />
and I have felt the icy grip of a supernatural fear emanated<br />
by these great beasts. I have never witnessed the effects of<br />
their breath, but I have read about immense gouts of flame and<br />
roiling clouds of burning fog belched from a massive, toothy<br />
maw: flame and fog that has melted flesh and sinew, seared<br />
arms and armor, even devastated fleets of wide-beamed<br />
Orgoth galleons. One passage from Book II of The<br />
Wyrmsaga Cycle reads: “…And the vast, magnificent<br />
beast smote the Cerylian fleet with buffets of<br />
his sandbar wings and therewith unleashed<br />
burning oil from his terrible snout that<br />
burned the very rocks of the great coast<br />
<strong>for</strong> seven nights and seven days.”<br />
The above passage in particular brings<br />
to mind a beast called Blighterghast, a<br />
dragon of ancient pedigree roaming<br />
the Wyrmwall Mountains of Cygnar.<br />
Miners from Orvin claim to have seen<br />
this beast. They suspect it lairs in the twisted<br />
peaks north of Highgate, an area infested with bogrin,<br />
trollkin, and drakes and avoided by all who claim to know<br />
these mountains. I would have dismissed the rumors as drake<br />
sightings but <strong>for</strong> evidence of blighted beasts brought back by<br />
rangers on patrol from Highgate and countless reports of a<br />
bright-colored fog rolling down the mountains that burns like<br />
fire. Firsthand have I viewed evidence of beasts slain by the<br />
rangers, and firsthand have I seen the ghastly burn marks on<br />
the flesh of woodsmen and the gruesome, cooked corpses of<br />
two wayward huntsmen. The surviving woodsmen’s skin was<br />
blistered, their eyes burned shut, and they retched horribly. I<br />
consulted with the camp chirurgeon who told me they were<br />
suffering from internal and external bleeding and that the<br />
mucous membrane of their bronchials was utterly destroyed.<br />
This was extremely painful <strong>for</strong> them to endure, and the ailing<br />
men had to be strapped to their beds. It took them four weeks<br />
to die. The chirurgeon told me: “I wish those fools in the<br />
militia who talk about going on with this expedition whatever<br />
it costs could see the men suffering from this baffling poison.<br />
Great mustard-colored blisters, blind eyes, all sticky and stuck<br />
together, always fighting <strong>for</strong> breath with voices a mere whisper,<br />
gasping and saying their throats are closing. You can’t fight the<br />
Seether. No one can. This dragon, it is unstoppable. Honestly<br />
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.”<br />
In further support of my theory regarding Blighterghast’s<br />
residence in Cygnar, some years ago an old miner related a tale<br />
to me of a peculiar cat-and-mouse game, a strange legend of a<br />
man—or perhaps it was an elf—who contested a dragon with<br />
magic <strong>for</strong> the span of several decades upon the peaks of the<br />
Wyrmwall. The truth of this tale I find difficult to credit, but<br />
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the root of it is a recurrence in many dragon tales: they tend to<br />
toy with mortals—even powerful ones—<strong>for</strong> their own devious<br />
ends. Old timers throughout the west think this dragon keeps<br />
a vigil from its mountain peak gazing toward Cryx. If this is in<br />
truth Blighterghast the Seether, it can only be guessed that he<br />
peers westward in anticipation of an attack by the renowned<br />
Father of Dragons.<br />
If my resources are accurate—I take pride in<br />
the fact they often are—and if I were to harbor<br />
a guess, the Seether, and the rest of his kin <strong>for</strong><br />
that matter, must remain vigilant <strong>for</strong> one<br />
thing above all others: an attack by one<br />
of their own. Sloth would likely mean<br />
death if one such as Blighterghast<br />
did not often keep his draconic wits<br />
about him, <strong>for</strong> above all things dragons<br />
hunger <strong>for</strong> other dragons. It has<br />
to do with the very source of their<br />
lineage, the powerful, immortal lifestone<br />
(see “About Lifestones”). In each<br />
dragon’s heart is a large fist-sized gem<br />
of sorts. These are shards from the very<br />
heart of the Father of Dragons, Lord Toruk. I have read they<br />
emanate a foul aura and it is my belief these lifestones are the<br />
very source of the dragonblight and are exceedingly powerful:<br />
The coveners bade us touch it not!<br />
The stone glistened softly there,<br />
Amidst the ruined heart of the dead wyrm.<br />
It smoldered, a thing of pure evil.<br />
And as a company we raised our gauntlets<br />
[to shield our eyes]<br />
And whispered oaths to the creator<br />
While the pines bent and blackened,<br />
And the wrens of the dale fell from on high.<br />
Rash Prince Arworn charged his banners take it up.<br />
But their hearts failed as a warrior reached,<br />
And his flame was snufféd in a trice.<br />
–Book II, The Wyrmsaga Cycle<br />
It is surmised that extreme cold might have some type of<br />
effect on the lifestones, but what this effect may be I cannot<br />
say. Un<strong>for</strong>tunately, the Wyrmsaga does little to enlighten us,<br />
as those who have read the translations know well that the<br />
doomed coven never made it into the northlands:<br />
The coveners conjured a crucible then,<br />
And the athanc was placed therein<br />
To turn over into the frozen deep.<br />
I was told I should give escort,<br />
<strong>Jason</strong> <strong>Andresen</strong> (<strong>order</strong> <strong>#1578489</strong>) 9