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She had found one, gods she had found one! Sulvull had been trekking from place to place for what felt like years now, the day she had turned 100 she had left her family, determined to find a dragon and to bring pride to her family once again. It had been five long, mind numbingly empty years, but finally she was here.
She stood against a snowy mountain, bones and rubble laid around her as she looked down in awe, a dragon egg, an obsidian black egg almost as big as her torso! She wanted to smack herself, why hadn’t she checked their homeland to begin with? Well, because all records stated that all eggs had been moved out after the empire had been formed, but still. That meant that this egg was old, several thousands of years old… was the dragon inside even still alive? Or had a parasite gotten into it and used its nest as a home? She had to hold out hope, so with a cast of a spell, her horns lit up a brilliant gold from beneath her coverings, much to her dismay as she always kept her horns hidden for fear of ridicule or worse, and the ground around her and the egg began to warm as a mote of fire hung idly in the air. Taking off her glove, she muttered a prayer in draconic, one of the return of a long lost age and of queen and king reunited, before placing her hand on the egg.
Nothing happened, much to her dismay, she had expected a crack of magic, or a burning mark on her hand, but no, nothing… was she not worthy? She was the closest thing to a dragon left alive, did the egg wish for someone else? She had to accept that, and with tears in her eye she began making preparations to move the egg, taking it from elf to elf until it hatched for someone, whom she would swear devotion to.
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Hey y’all! So I’m looking for a fairly in depth roleplay. I’m looking to play in a world long since devoid of dragons, all but a few have been rendered dead or dormant within magical artifacts, being used to hunt their own kind.
This story would pick up thousands of years after the dragons had been hunted, and would involve my character, an elven descendant of the ancient rulers who ruled alongside the primarily male draconic population, finding a dragon egg and raising that dragon to help her bring the dragons back into existence, alongside making a new empire. Think game of thrones or Eragon in design.
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