Rise of the Dreamer
Southeast of Khorva lies the vast continent of dragons, the aptly named Drakelund. The largest of the three, Drakelund is home to every major habitat , though whether that balance is natural or due to the dragon’s magical terraforming, no scholar can fully agree. There are only two “civilised” outposts on Drakelund, and even these are so small and precariously perched that few know of their presence. Claw’s Reach, a primarily lizardfolk Paxu outpost that seeks to convert the dragon-worshipping tribes to the Living Light, and Grubber’s Cave a tiny adventurer’s outpost hidden in a well-concealed ocean cave. Here anyone brave, greedy or desperate enough to dare the mountain passes, swamps and jungles of the dragons can seek their path to glory, fortune and death. The law of the claw rules here: Whoever can eat you wins.
Across the multiverse, dragons are seen as symbols of the elements and alignments, avatars of nature’s extremes, constantly at war with each other, meeting rarely in peace and then only to breed. The wyrms of Drakelund are not defined by the color of their plates, and exist within a basic and brutal culture that is nontheless progressive by dragon standards. Brood mothers are given special protection and full feeding grounds, but the wyrmlings are released as soon as they can speak, to survive on their own. The smartest and strongest do not eat the local tribes of humans and lizardfolk but enslave them in worship, growing fat easily and safely through tithes, only battling when another dragon threatens its domain. When the dragons reach a certain age, they are removed from their regional cradle and inducted into the true dragon society. The test for membership is brutal, but the memberships are vast; a large section of Drakelund’s land for their own, and a pact of peace amongst their kin. The details of the test are known only to the dragons, but it is so feared that many flee it in shame rather than die, taking human form and seeking refuge amongst the common folk or carving out a bestial existence in some forest or arctic waste. These dragons are hunted mercilessly by their kind as a stain on the species, and those who knowingly harbour or profit from them are expunged.
It is believed the white dragon who assists the King of the North is such a renegade, but it is unknown why the elder wyrms have not had the creature put down.