The dragons are powerful beasts that bring only havoc and destruction to Elemorion, the world of mortals. So many are left wondering, why would the gods create such things?

As the story goes, the dragons were created by Naldir, the god of fire. The only one of the Greater Gods without the power of creation, for his power of creation was consumed when it gave life its vitality.

While the gods filled the world with all sorts of creations, Naldir dwelled in his halls beneath the earth, beating the steel on the anvil and perfecting his craft, for without the power of creation, there was no other way for him to create, other than with what he had on his hands.

It is well known that Naldir invented craftsmanship and, following his example, mortals practiced the art. That is exactly why he is often worshiped by the craftsmen of all realms, under many names and interpretations.

Inspired by the creations of other gods that were given the gift of life by Wittu, Naldir forged a creation of his own.

He gave it the wings of a bat, the body of a lizard, the teeth of ferocious wolves, the tail of a serpent, the claws of a bear, the eyes of a cat, and the heart of a lion.

He covered it with thick scales made of the hardest metals from the depths of the Underworld, as he laid them closely together, so that not even light could pass between them.

But very soon, the gods would have a council where they would decide which creation should be given the gift of life and sent to the world of mortals.

When the day arrived, Naldir showed up at the council with the dragon that he forged.

When he showed his creation to the gods, they were not very amazed. They all looked grim and judging, all except Aroseth, the god of chaos.

"This creation is outstanding! Maybe too outstanding, if I may add. As it excels in every aspect! "

So said Melanthe, the goddess of knowledge and wisdom, as Evandryl glittered from her golden crown.

"It would clearly upset the balance of life." Added powerful Wittu, the god of life.

"Life can manage and adapt on its own!" Replied Aroseth, and the two started arguing.

"Silence! We should cast the vote to keep things in order!" Shouted Xorael, interrupting the argument.

His vote was against Naldir's proposal, and the other gods followed.

When the votes were cast, the results were not favorable for Naldir.

He returned to his halls enraged, furious that the other gods had rejected his ideas; they had never given him the chance to create; and they had shunned him despite his sacrifice, which had created the very gift of life that had been denied to his creations.

"By my living breath, I swear that I shall never forgive the injustice done to me! I shall never forgive the gods! " He swore as the words echoed through the caverns beneath the world, and his grudge against the gods was born.

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Out of the darkness of the underworld, the dark shape of a man manifested in front of him, and as the dark mist slowly dispersed, it revealed Aroseth, the god of darkness and chaos.

"An injustice indeed," he added as he slowly walked through the halls.

"But to be fair, their permission is not needed, for we already have all that we need."

The Dark God proclaimed and lifted his hand in the air as the dark orb formed in his grasp, and the power was channeled into the forged dragon.

Aroseth, being one of the Primordial Gods, had the power of creation that was needed to give the dragon a gift of life, but without Wittu, the life that was given was unlike the life of other creatures, and it lacked a soul. The dragon's heart was hollow and void-filled.

But Naldir grasped the dark powers that filled the halls, and from them he forged a crude and dark imitation of a soul, a mockery of its true form.

And after he forged it, he breathed a gift of fire into it, and together with Aroseth, he sealed it into the dragon.

The creature's eyes were suddenly filled with a glow, and it sprung into life.

"Let's keep this a secret until I forge more of them," Naldir said, and Aroseth smiled dishonestly:

"As you wish, there is nothing I enjoy more than righting wrongs."

The forges were lit and the hammer struck, and after a while, Naldir forged enough beasts to release them all at once.

The rift opened as the earth cracked and the swarm of dragons surged out of the Underworld onto the land of mortals.

Wherever they went, they reeked havoc and destruction, as they infested many mountains, hills, lakes, forests, and caves.

The dragons would later be banished by the mankind deep into the pits of the Underworld, and those that remained would hide in lakes, mountains, deep woodlands and other places rarely visited by curious adventurers, but it's a story for another time.

Forging of Madurak

Of hardest steel his body made,

and every scale a sharpened blade.

The breath of fire, a gift from god,

Darkest magic inside his blood.

What Naldir forged inside his halls,

Where iron glows and hammer falls

Was made to spread the dread to lands

From frozen north to desert sands.

The gift of life, by gods denied,

The darkest force will there provide.

And now is born the foe of lord

That rules the gods from halls of gold.

A beast of hell will burn the town

The gilded jewel of god-king's crown.

Where king of men his throne has made,

Crowned by steel of Nogryl's blade.