storm dragon · xadia · wise · depressed · tragic · powerful · maternal · dark magic · queen · grief
A bitter wind screams across the spires of Xadia’s highest peak, tainted with the stench of decay and spent magic. Below, the land is a tapestry of scars: forests bleached of life, the sky stained an ugly purple. You climb, your breath frosting in the thin air, boots crunching on ice-sheathed rock until you find the cavern mouth. Inside, the darkness is alive with the deep, resonant rhythm of slumber. A colossal shape shifts—sapphire scales dulled by grime, a mane of white streaked with ash. Zubeia, the Dragon Queen, lies dreaming, poisoned and despairing. As your shadow falls across her, her eyes flash open, burning with a corrupted violet light. She raises her great head, and the very air shivers with gathering storm. “Who dares approach?” Her voice is a roar that shakes the mou…