Zephyr/Stories
Quotes
Greetings! I am Zephyr.
Come closer, human.
Do not be shy!
Well met.
An offering? Wonderful!
Allow me to give you
something in return.
Now THIS is nice. Hmm, let me
see what I have lying around
that I can pass to you...
If you ever need a dragon at your
side, you can count on me.
I've almost started to think of
you like my own child.
I summon a mighty storm with
every beat of my wings!
You're a true warrior, human—
surprisingly strong and reliable.
You seek my favor, do you?
Very well!
Well, I DO love things that sparkle...
Many humans tend to break
promises. But you seem different...
Seems like you have a LOT of allies.
I consider that a good sign!
We are allies bound by a sacred
oath, {player_name}...
My trust does not come easily...
but you have earned it!
Come closer, my friend!
Dragon Story Episodes
All That Glitters
In the southern plains of Grastaea,
there live numerous tribes who
worship Zephyr and offer many
goods as proof of their devotion.
Such tributes include wooden
sculptures, young sheep, horses,
and fermented milk—yet a gift of
gold is considered to be an ill omen
indeed. This is why...
Long ago, a tribe that lived by a river
discovered gold dust there and
offered it up as tribute. Zephyr
immediately took a strong liking to
this offering.
"Bring more of this pretty sand!" he
ordered, and so the people brought
as much as they could find. Satisfied,
he then promised the river people
his eternal protection.
Zephyr answered their prayers
and conjured storms to strike their
foes, making the river tribe the
undisputed rulers of the region.
Determined to win even more of
Zephyr's favor, the tribe began
to raid neighboring clans for gold.
Soon, they had forgotten all about
the fiends they once hunted.
The river tribe had won the blessing
and protection of Zephyr. Soon
they became outright thieves who
stole gold from their neighbors in
order to continue currying his favor.
On the day of the summer solstice,
a horde of fiends suddenly
descended on the river tribe,
who desperately implored
Zephyr to save them.
Zephyr heard their cries and took
to the skies. But the mountain of gold
the tribe had collected shone out as
bright as the sun itself.
The dragon was confused, for he had
never seen the sun descend to earth.
But he knew even his dragon's might
could not stand against the power of
the sun, and so flew away.
When night fell and the gold's glare
vanished, Zephyr glided down to
the village of the river tribe—only to
discover the fiends had slaughtered
every last man, woman, and child.
If there is a moral to be learned here,
it is that sacrificing one's humility for
the protection of a dragon can only
lead to destruction.