Zadir

╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Zadir assassin/wolfwalker ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ "The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder." Amethyst Geode Minerals & Ores To all appearances an ordinary rock, until it's cracked open! 81 Ancient Knife Trinkets The engravings in the handle indicate that this tool was most likely used in food preparation rather than battle. 78 Powerful Serthis Poison Organics This concoction is potent enough to take down a Guardian dragon. Don't drop it! 26 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Zadir and his three siblings have all inherited powers from the Dark Sun. It is glaringly obvious, the way that their dark scales are stained by a misty veil of unnatural magic. They grew up outside the city walls, kept a secret by their mother -- but now, they are old enough to make their way in Sornieth. Zadir was never gifted with spellcasting, and his mother hated him for it. The runes and words in ancient languages swirl together in his mind, and he can never keep them straight. His gift of Dark Sun is not arcane in the slightest, much to his own chagrin. It would have been easier that way than to discover how uncannily he can handle a blade. His true prowess is with anything sharp, and his father's raider troupe has sharp things aplenty. He is especially gifted with throwing knives -- once he pinned a salamander to a cliff face without drawing even a drop of blood (before watching in dismay as his sister Callisto crushed it with a teleported foot). But such a violent gift will inevitably lead him to more violence, and he isn't as convinced as his mother that it's a good idea. But whatever the Dark Sun says, right? He isn't so sure. The first time he used a blade against another dragon, he felt sick to his stomach for days. It had been a thief in the night, trying to steal what little food his siblings had. He had woken to the sight of a strange serthis digging around in their preserved meat, and in one motion had drawn his sword from its scabbard and laid into it. Within two strikes it was dead. Of course, both of his parents were proud, and his siblings were grateful for his protection. But the ease with which killing came to him made him uneasy. He was just a hatchling at the time. He should have hesitated. He needed to honor life more than his powers wanted to end it, or how could he even call himself a dragon?

Zadir managed to find work after leaving home, for a time. A traveling entertainer troupe took him on as a guard, and as a small exhibit for his knife skills. It seemed like a good gig, at first; He got free food and shelter, and a good way to channel his abilities nondestructively. He had even found companionship in a few others that were there, fellow performer Fiamingo, and an odd veilspun in a cage. Things took a darker turn, though, when one of the troupe masters took a liking to him and his magics. Zadir was left with a dilemma: Let them do as they wished to the young spiral, or be kicked from the troupe out into the wilds, alone. Afraid of starving in the wilds, Zadir felt no choice but to go with the former. He managed to convince himself for a while that it wasn't all bad. Not much else changed, aside from nightly experimentations that left him shaking until the sun rose once again. Things were not to last like this, fortunately. Retribution had been a long time coming, as a new guard and her companion were unable to be paid to look the other way, and unlocked the chains keeping the troupes captives locked up tight. Zadir was the first to draw blood by personally impaling his former masters head on a blade. Blackened Warninghorn Trinkets A hollowed out horn, commonly blown to alert a clan of approaching danger. 85

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The Hollow Sun is thing that does not reside in this world, a thing who's form could only be truly held by space. Its influence can be felt in this world however, and one might catch a glimpse of it in certain places, upon the time of the eclipse.

It is the source of the warning on why you are told not to stare at the sun during the eclipse. Not simply a matter of protecting your eyes, but to behold even a fraction of its image is to have it forever branded in your mind.

A void that burns.

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Starter lore written by @tanujagtap #54495. You are free to do with this dragon and this lore as you wish. Please do not remove author credit unless the work is significantly changed. Thank you!