Darastrix A story about Dragons

by DM Shaggoth

A story about a group of adventurers who are soon to be famous dragonhunters, but over time, they start to understand the creatures better and better. MA

1. Foreword

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons or their d20 system. I did not make money writing this story. DnD and all its supplements are owned by Wizards of the Coast. Do visit their site for this epic awesome game.

Foreword

Darastrix is a Draconic word. It is a word that sounds very powerful, and it's the oldest word there is in this language. It means Dragon.

Dragons have always been loathed, despised, loved, revered, hated, and very often misunderstood. The general Dragon does not exist. Every dragon is different from the other in many ways, as these intelligent creatures are all different individuals.

The Chromatic Dragons are most often misunderstood. Though most of them are evil, without a care in the world about other humanoids, not all are. But through experience with Dragons, fear often finds a way into the minds of people, and great stories about Dragon slayers and the mighty evil Dragons that once existed feed this fear, along with a rage, hatred. Most humanoids would love for all Dragons to be exterminated.

Adventurers often set out to kill such a mighty creature, to get its treasures, to relieve the world from them. What they do not understand, however, is the point of view for a Dragon in this. In general, a Dragon doesn't know what he's doing is evil; it just seems the natural order of things. They are the top of the food chain, and everything below them is their slave or meal. Furthermore, many dragons have been killed over the wrong reasons. They are often tricked by other Dragons; adventurers would finish the Dragon off, allowing the second Dragon to claim the territory. Also, the Dragon's hoard is often a reason for adventurers to kill these mighty creatures. This is, objectively, of course just as bad as killing another humanoid for its treasure, but these intelligent mystics are not viewed as sentinel beings, but rather as monsters who can talk.

All sentient being sin, and so have I. Over the years, I've come to respect the creatures everyone is so eager to kill. For we have sinned against these mighty creatures. I shall tell you about our adventures in the greatest detail I can. May everyone who reads this book come to respect these mighty creatures some more, and maybe we'll understand them one day.