[Thava]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"A rare treat to find one of the fey willing to be seen by mortal kind, I am grateful for your presence noble spirit." *Thava gave a surprisingly low bow to Zepherside, showing the fairy much respect before listening to mneta speak of their conflicts*, "Goblins? Mmmh a chance to wet my blade...I will welcome the opportunity, though...goblins...a tricky lot, they'll likely have quite a variety among them...not to be underestimated...we should assume they will be able to strike us from the air as well as the ground. I've lost kinsman, 'mighty' soldiers to goblin hoards...if you'd like I will recount some of their sagas. Robad the serpent slayer is quite a popular tale, and everyone knows the songs of Draah the Heroine King of Ragar though perhaps you have not?"<br/><br/>*It took merely the thought of battle to get Thava talking about the legends of her people, she rather insistently brought Mnetta over to a lounge area of the Dirigible as she continued to describe one such Saga, that of Draah, it was a tale of nobility, conspiracy, betrayal, defeat, and redemption. In fact, a tale of her very ancestor, Draah Ironclaw, the first and only King of the Ironclaws. Until the days of Draah, the people had never promoted anyone to the title of King, Wyrmchief was the highest rank and still remains such, until such time as a threat so great it demands the unity of all dragonborn, then through trial by combat, the chiefs will select the strongest and most cunning among them, to be crowned master of all dragonborn...it was dangerous. For a Wyrmking could choose any road they saw fit, war, surrender, diplomacy, or even domination of the land. Whatever they chose, the people followed them.*<br/><br/>"Draah was challenged by her brother", *Thava began*, "and her sister in the crowning rights, they teamed up knowing Draah was the strongest and she was defeated, but she did not yield, and she did not die. So the crown did not accept her brother as its master. She returned later, to find the clans preparing to turn on our neighbors, sickened and outraged, she called on the right of kingship once more, alone, her brother fell to her hammer, and the crown chose her. Twas famine not some great enemy, that drove our people to crown a King, and Draah made a fine king. The Crowned King became a silver dragon, and walked into the earth itself, she drew power from the molten heart of the world and bathed our lands in the richest most fertile soil...but this tremendous task claimed her life. Since her sacrifice, we have never known famine in Ragar, for her dragon blood burns out the disease. Her power gifted to us in every bite of grain fed pork, from the earth to the wheat, from the wheat to the pig, from the pig to our people...it is Draah who brought us life, and spared us a terrible toll of blood."<br/><br/>*The amazing part was, when a WyrmKing is crowned, they became a true dragon, no one knew why, but Draah became a magnificent silver dragon when she was crowned, complete with size, strength and the breath to freeze over hell itself. But still a dragonborn at heart, she died in perilous battle, for the glory and sanctity of all. Her visage, the silver dragon of Ragar, was emblazoned upon every coin and ingot the Ironclaws mint.*</div></div></div>