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In the course of Dragonborn history, there have always stood amongst the citizenry a proud and noble few whom have led the march of progress and succession. Upon their lone backs these exemplary characters carry the burdens of the many, suffering in silence as they alone have trudged against the odds. No matter the tongue in which their names are spoken, in cries of rejoice or whispers of awe, these individuals all carry the same title. The title of Hero. A coveted place to hold in the course of history. Any worthy of such a title will have their name handed down through legend; and for centuries the name of Delmirev has produced the greatest of all Dragonborn heroes, the most notable figures of history having accomplished such incredible feats that if it had not been witnessed and recorded, all would think the acts of a mere mortal one of divine mythos!
Yet even among the prodigious Delmirev lineage, there is one who stands above all others. One Delmirev, whose very name whispered in the darkest corners heralds the light of the Sacred Fire. One Delmirev, whose clawed foot-falls of approach bring trembling knees to those of evil deeds. The first Delmirev of her name. The Cursed Paladin yielding all beneath her vengeful sapphire gaze. The Scarred Princess once mocked for the tarnished color of her scales now the Harbinger of Heartbreak as many broken suitors are left in her wake tearing out their own fangs for ever having uttered offense to her beguiling beauty. As greatly hated by her foes as beloved by her subjects, her name indefinite throughout all of Dragonborn history, all reaches of Tymanther know her name. To be summoned only in the most dire of circumstances. Her banner flown high in every corner of every Dragonborn clan.
Kalarys. Delmirev Kalarys.
What one might ask could any individual have possibly done to deserve such renown? Such tribute? Such devotion?
When all others had fallen, when the Divines and Gods of old had abandoned the Dragonborn kin to their fate beneath the talons of the dreaded Five-Headed tyrant Tiamat, one Paladin of the Sacred Fire stood her ground. Even alone, the last of her family line and brotherhood of paladins remaining standing, she would not risk the lives of her people or further loss of life among the ranks. She alone scaled the mighty cliffs where the great five-headed proclaimed Queen of Dragons herself claimed perch upon a lower peak. Even though Tiamat dwarfed the mountainsides, Kalarys did not tremble in fear nor show concern towards Tiamat in her approach.
The massive chromatic heads boomed in the great feminine voice which forced Kalarys to dodge rockslides, heavy tidal waves crashing against the landscape below. "Your comrades have fallen!" the Blue head shouted. "All Dragonborn shall be slaughtered under my grip as easily as my son slaughtered their hatchlings those sixteen years past!" laughed the White head. "We shall leave you to witness the fall of your nation-" the Black scaled head growled low. "Before we grant your begging cries of mercy in your death!" decreed the Green head. The massive centered Red head of Tiamat loomed over the lone Paladin, a sneering smirk upon her maw. "And there is nothing pathetic little paladin can do to stop us-"
Kalarys stood quietly, before a small laugh began to grow from her. The heads of Tiamat, confounded as they should be, looked on to one another- "What is so funny?!" they all demanded in unison. The elegantly curved snout of Kalarys smirked beneath the helm. "Five heads to choose from... and you decide to talk out of your ass."
Tiamat stilled. Stunned to silence in all five heads as wide eyes stared upon the courageous soul. None had dared insult her before! Not the mighty Queen of the Dragons! "Holy shit, that was brutal-" the Black head whimpered, as the other four swiftly turned with a sharp glare. "SHUT UP BECKY!" they shouted in unison before the Red head snapped her jaws at the armored Paladin, coming within inches of devouring the standing figure. "Who be YOU Paladin to dare say such things?!"
A glint of Vengeance flashing through her eye as Kalarys tilted her chin from the curve of her helm, discolored face revealing the beauty she wore even beneath the scars and the pride of her countenance. "I. Am the hatchling you could not kill."
Tiamat hissed, heads weaving back as a serpent. "The Survivor!" "Impossible!! No one could have lived!" Her tail pounded against the cliffside as Kalarys began to draw from her back a massive blade. Unequal in its make and likeness. A blade forged from dragons to kill dragons. "Yes. It is I. Delmirev Kalarys. DragonSlayer. The sole survivor of the White's Rain of Terror. Ender of Tyranny. I have come to end your reign, Tiamat. A worthy foe, even if brief in your rule - a true challenge. Unlike your son."
Once more the heads hissed as the white head smashed itself against the cliffs. "YOU KILLED OUR SON?! NOOOO-"
"For that you will PAY Delmirev Kalarys!" the Blue head snapped itself like a whip as the Green head began to sneer and raise its claw. "We will kill that which you love!" From thin air appeared within the claw of Tiamat a figure dressed in similar armor. Massive for a Dragonborn, so small in Tiamat's claw. His countenance was handsome, dark brass scales and proud frills, but he was badly beaten and bound tight within chains. Kalarys froze within her combat stance. "Berron..."
Tiamat cackled in her laughter, the heads shaking the mountaintop. "You thought you could outwit us?! Foolish little mortals- wait what are you-"
A vengeful glow of blue fire slowly fumed from around the standing Paladin, body trembling with the fury of all Heroes and Delmirevs before her. Topaz eyes glinted with the spark of erupting Vengeance. "Thats. MY. KHYBEEEER!" from the shout of her beloved's name came a spiraling vortex of silver-blue flame directly from her wide-opened maw. The Holy Fire licking up every part of evil it touched, spreading across the massive Dragon Queen and catching her ablaze.
"AAACKKK!! WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?!" the heads all yowled and cried in agony as Tiamat dropped the bound Berron Khyber and writhed within the flames. "Not magic..." Khyber himself spoke through his beaten maw, looking in adoring awe and love upon his heartscale as her massive breath organs continued to wreak a spiraling cone of intense heat upon Tiamat. "Vengeance."
Tiamat screamed and writhed, her evil, vile body burning swiftly away to the holy fire, becoming ash upon the wind. "Curse you, Delmirev Kalarys! CURSE YOUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...."
With that, the great evil of Tiamat the Dragon Queen was vanquished. What was left of her bones, Kalarys would have constructed her throne and palace upon the very spot her greatest foe had fallen. It wasn't a moment after Kalarys had freed the brass knight Berron Khyber than the handsome knight had knelt upon his knee to ask if the most gorgeous and incredible lady in all of Tymanther would honor her humble vassal and be his bride. Oh but of course she would, and no sooner had Kalarys affirmed this than he had shouted for joy, sweeping her up into his brawny arms and -
"KALARYS WAKE UP!"
"ACK!" a resounding thud followed the voice as the young dragonborn princess flailed and fell out of bed. She groaned and held her horns knocked by the floor.
"You're going to be late for your orientation, Princess!" the voice of a matronly slender blue-scaled dragonborn scolded as she began setting down a tray of food. Entirely pointless as the scarred female scuttled about the room in haste to dress. She struggled getting her tunic over her breath organs. They seemed to get larger every day with her exercises yet still no flame! "Can't eat Nanny Xora! Have to run!"
Like that Kalarys was skidding through the halls pulling pieces of armor onto herself, attempting to simultaneously braid her hair. This was it. This was the day that all her adventures started. This was the day the Legend of Kalarys Delmirev would be born! This was the day she would tell Berron how she felt! Nothing was going to go wrong!
And then everything went wrong. How you ask? Well that's a story for another time.
Yet even among the prodigious Delmirev lineage, there is one who stands above all others. One Delmirev, whose very name whispered in the darkest corners heralds the light of the Sacred Fire. One Delmirev, whose clawed foot-falls of approach bring trembling knees to those of evil deeds. The first Delmirev of her name. The Cursed Paladin yielding all beneath her vengeful sapphire gaze. The Scarred Princess once mocked for the tarnished color of her scales now the Harbinger of Heartbreak as many broken suitors are left in her wake tearing out their own fangs for ever having uttered offense to her beguiling beauty. As greatly hated by her foes as beloved by her subjects, her name indefinite throughout all of Dragonborn history, all reaches of Tymanther know her name. To be summoned only in the most dire of circumstances. Her banner flown high in every corner of every Dragonborn clan.
Kalarys. Delmirev Kalarys.
What one might ask could any individual have possibly done to deserve such renown? Such tribute? Such devotion?
When all others had fallen, when the Divines and Gods of old had abandoned the Dragonborn kin to their fate beneath the talons of the dreaded Five-Headed tyrant Tiamat, one Paladin of the Sacred Fire stood her ground. Even alone, the last of her family line and brotherhood of paladins remaining standing, she would not risk the lives of her people or further loss of life among the ranks. She alone scaled the mighty cliffs where the great five-headed proclaimed Queen of Dragons herself claimed perch upon a lower peak. Even though Tiamat dwarfed the mountainsides, Kalarys did not tremble in fear nor show concern towards Tiamat in her approach.
The massive chromatic heads boomed in the great feminine voice which forced Kalarys to dodge rockslides, heavy tidal waves crashing against the landscape below. "Your comrades have fallen!" the Blue head shouted. "All Dragonborn shall be slaughtered under my grip as easily as my son slaughtered their hatchlings those sixteen years past!" laughed the White head. "We shall leave you to witness the fall of your nation-" the Black scaled head growled low. "Before we grant your begging cries of mercy in your death!" decreed the Green head. The massive centered Red head of Tiamat loomed over the lone Paladin, a sneering smirk upon her maw. "And there is nothing pathetic little paladin can do to stop us-"
Kalarys stood quietly, before a small laugh began to grow from her. The heads of Tiamat, confounded as they should be, looked on to one another- "What is so funny?!" they all demanded in unison. The elegantly curved snout of Kalarys smirked beneath the helm. "Five heads to choose from... and you decide to talk out of your ass."
Tiamat stilled. Stunned to silence in all five heads as wide eyes stared upon the courageous soul. None had dared insult her before! Not the mighty Queen of the Dragons! "Holy shit, that was brutal-" the Black head whimpered, as the other four swiftly turned with a sharp glare. "SHUT UP BECKY!" they shouted in unison before the Red head snapped her jaws at the armored Paladin, coming within inches of devouring the standing figure. "Who be YOU Paladin to dare say such things?!"
A glint of Vengeance flashing through her eye as Kalarys tilted her chin from the curve of her helm, discolored face revealing the beauty she wore even beneath the scars and the pride of her countenance. "I. Am the hatchling you could not kill."
Tiamat hissed, heads weaving back as a serpent. "The Survivor!" "Impossible!! No one could have lived!" Her tail pounded against the cliffside as Kalarys began to draw from her back a massive blade. Unequal in its make and likeness. A blade forged from dragons to kill dragons. "Yes. It is I. Delmirev Kalarys. DragonSlayer. The sole survivor of the White's Rain of Terror. Ender of Tyranny. I have come to end your reign, Tiamat. A worthy foe, even if brief in your rule - a true challenge. Unlike your son."
Once more the heads hissed as the white head smashed itself against the cliffs. "YOU KILLED OUR SON?! NOOOO-"
"For that you will PAY Delmirev Kalarys!" the Blue head snapped itself like a whip as the Green head began to sneer and raise its claw. "We will kill that which you love!" From thin air appeared within the claw of Tiamat a figure dressed in similar armor. Massive for a Dragonborn, so small in Tiamat's claw. His countenance was handsome, dark brass scales and proud frills, but he was badly beaten and bound tight within chains. Kalarys froze within her combat stance. "Berron..."
Tiamat cackled in her laughter, the heads shaking the mountaintop. "You thought you could outwit us?! Foolish little mortals- wait what are you-"
A vengeful glow of blue fire slowly fumed from around the standing Paladin, body trembling with the fury of all Heroes and Delmirevs before her. Topaz eyes glinted with the spark of erupting Vengeance. "Thats. MY. KHYBEEEER!" from the shout of her beloved's name came a spiraling vortex of silver-blue flame directly from her wide-opened maw. The Holy Fire licking up every part of evil it touched, spreading across the massive Dragon Queen and catching her ablaze.
"AAACKKK!! WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?!" the heads all yowled and cried in agony as Tiamat dropped the bound Berron Khyber and writhed within the flames. "Not magic..." Khyber himself spoke through his beaten maw, looking in adoring awe and love upon his heartscale as her massive breath organs continued to wreak a spiraling cone of intense heat upon Tiamat. "Vengeance."
Tiamat screamed and writhed, her evil, vile body burning swiftly away to the holy fire, becoming ash upon the wind. "Curse you, Delmirev Kalarys! CURSE YOUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...."
With that, the great evil of Tiamat the Dragon Queen was vanquished. What was left of her bones, Kalarys would have constructed her throne and palace upon the very spot her greatest foe had fallen. It wasn't a moment after Kalarys had freed the brass knight Berron Khyber than the handsome knight had knelt upon his knee to ask if the most gorgeous and incredible lady in all of Tymanther would honor her humble vassal and be his bride. Oh but of course she would, and no sooner had Kalarys affirmed this than he had shouted for joy, sweeping her up into his brawny arms and -
"KALARYS WAKE UP!"
"ACK!" a resounding thud followed the voice as the young dragonborn princess flailed and fell out of bed. She groaned and held her horns knocked by the floor.
"You're going to be late for your orientation, Princess!" the voice of a matronly slender blue-scaled dragonborn scolded as she began setting down a tray of food. Entirely pointless as the scarred female scuttled about the room in haste to dress. She struggled getting her tunic over her breath organs. They seemed to get larger every day with her exercises yet still no flame! "Can't eat Nanny Xora! Have to run!"
Like that Kalarys was skidding through the halls pulling pieces of armor onto herself, attempting to simultaneously braid her hair. This was it. This was the day that all her adventures started. This was the day the Legend of Kalarys Delmirev would be born! This was the day she would tell Berron how she felt! Nothing was going to go wrong!
And then everything went wrong. How you ask? Well that's a story for another time.