>>5709245The Great Green Dragonborn was once simply called ‘Dragonborn’, or ‘Great One’. These days, however, the full title or some variation of it is required. He was the first Dragonborn, created by the cruel and terrible Head Chimericist of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower, but thanks to the female who rescued him from that place, he was not the last.
The first attempt by the Reptilians to replicate him was his ‘little brother’, the Lesser Dragonborn—not TRULY the heir to much dragonblood at all, but the Green Dragonborn had never cared. He was flesh-and-blood of his first and best friend, the half-human hybrid who had freed him and kept him safe, and allowed him to DESTROY and who had given him wings. This was enough and, in their time together, the Green Dragonborn had found a second true friend, and had even helped the Young One transcend his heritage to achieve a true Dragon Soul!
(Well, that is how the Copper Dragonborn described the process and their achievement. The Green Dragonborn had just liked his company.)
Now, of course, the Copper Dragonborn was Copper Dragon KING in some distant place called ‘Bloodrise’. One day, the Green Dragonborn hoped to see it. His little brother told him that it was a beautiful place, where dragons could fly free. The Green Dragonborn had never flown—not very far, not PROEPRLY, not soaring over sovereign lands all his own, seizing prey in his claws and burning anything that offends him to ash, as a dragon ought to do. For now, though, he remained in the ‘northern forward base’ of the little Reptilians, while his brother worked busily to make this dream a reality.
And yet, still, the Great Green One was not the only Dragonborn here.
Now, there were seven more—seven eggs, created by the Fleshweavers from the eggs of Dragonblooded Reptilians, the heartblood of the Great Green Dragon who (they say) provided the material to make the Great One himself, and bound together by blood harvested from captured humans. Each of them had been gestated in one of the Silkscale females of his harem—lithe, beautiful little things, even if they were too small to be proper mates—until they were ready to be laid. They’d been anointed with more blood, prayed over, sunk into casks of magically-treated fluids until they swelled and grew too large for any living Reptilian female to safely carry or lay… And after two decades of work, they hatched.
"EEYAAAH!"
…And made his life, if less monotonous, far more exhausting.
