Dragon Lore: Coversations with the Guardian (excerpts)
As told by Orerauchvae, copper of the green isle.
- When my golden sister Onadaurvail, reached an age she invited our brass brother to live with her and raise wyrmlings. She demanded the beautiful lair I had carved out, and since she was queen I yielded. She laid a queen egg, and a copper to create new lairs as I had done for her mother. In the early days more than one egg was laid at a time. They lived together for several years until they could hunt for themselves. They were still allowed to live in my lair with her, although she drove our brother away. When the gaze of the young dragons began to bother her she drove them off as well. They lived in simple lairs, but as they grew older her daughter began to eye my new lair. Her copper sister had been killed off by you little ones, before creating a suitable lair. Although this queen was younger than I she grew faster and I left her my second lair. When her gold daughter Thenndochvor came of age she demanded my third lair. I drover her off, but she allied with a warrior bronze and their fires and servants cost me a third home. I settled in the ruins of this city, and made an alliance with your people. I saw how boats from other places came here, and foresaw all that was to come. Now the Queens fear me. I hold land under my dominion as only they can. I have outlived all but a handful of my generation, and am content.
-To put to rest a few rumors.
We do not change shape nor breed with lesser races. Other races can be granted fragments of our power, gaining them similar features and magics. In no way does this weaken our power. I will not grant you power, nor will I teach you how to tap into it. Your Sorcerers have figured that out themselves.
None of my kind is immune to elemental energies, yet attacking us with our own breath, be it burning or corrosive, is foolish. We are not vulnerable as some claim, to lighting or cold.
Do not look closely into the eyes of a dragon, for your minds cannot handle it and you will be overwhelmed. The oldest of my kin inspire terror in all under their shadow. You do not feel it, as I am keeping my majesty hidden
I do not make war on my brothers and sisters, but I do not mourn their deaths. The younger dragons are not as hearty as my generation was, and diminish further with age.
By all means kill off the weakest among them. With one exception. You who dwell in my city are forbidden to take the life of my copper sisters, lest others repeat my trials.
My hoard? You see it below you, all the wealth of this city is my property. Creeping into my lair will not only bring my wrath but turn your people against you as well, for without me the Queens would call forth the bronze warriors, their mates and other builders. This city, its harbors and trading ships would be destroyed again, as it was in an age past. Only I prevent this, as the queens have been forced, with your help, to accept me as one of equal rank..
Besides this you all know bits and scraps of dragon lore. Do you want it all individually (in black text) or as a pool of shared information?
(yeah, that's confusing, but I'm sure you can make sense of it 
