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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6573065" data-attributes="member: 4936">(OOC - Nope, just me. Hee hee. Sorry about that.)"A little bit. Arzaphaelin took tribute in the north for two hundred years, killing everyone that resisted him, then crawled half-dead with age and sickness into the Jepta valleys. The tribes of my forefathers took up arms and marched to meet him, but he was already dead when they got there. They hauled the carcass into the deepest cave they could find and sold everything they could harvest to the mage conclaves. Those trades are what enabled my mother's tribe to descend into the grasslands and build some of the earliest villages there. I don't know where your wizard grandmother comes into it."Sulannus frowns at that and slowly shakes her head."No, that's...that's not it at all. That's not how it goes. Arzapalihan lived much more than two hundred years ago. And he wasn't killed while sick...and dragons don't get weaker with age, they get stronger."She shrugs it off at that point, wrapping herself in hauteur. "It's a little strange the names are so similar, but it may just be your ancestors heard of a great black wyrm being killed and jumped to a completely unwarranted conclusion. Or maybe they just wanted to imagine they were part of a much greater legend. Or perhaps the dragon itself had delusions of grandeur. They are prone to such things."</blockquote>