Dragonmoot
There is a need to ask and answer two questions with this song. Firstly, why have I called you? Secondly why have you come? Of course the questions are linked. Dealing with the second first, my brother beneath me has already explained his understanding of the attraction that you all feel to the staff, your ideas would be a welcome addition to the debate.
But the first question demands a more immediate answer. The Glaennyn have been liberated, that would be enough in normal times, but these are not normal times. Demons now inhabit Grayhawk and I suspect that will be the ‘natural’ state from now on. However, there is a need to contain and control the inhabitation of Grayhawk now that nature is dead. Some humans have asked me to unleash you all against the demons while the humans organise their won response. Though I am a human I have little trust of them. They are normally violent and those who are not tend to lack power or influence.
Another thing you should know about humans and elves, whether it takes them an age or second to agree, the agreement could last for a second or an age. Jarik chuckles.
Jokes aside, we are entering Grayhawk’s Great Age, what should be its Golden Age. Infact we stand at the very crest of everything has ever been both within this universe and beyond to the barely imaginable past, through the Maelstrom. We must police his age, unfettered by religion and inspired only by a desire to understand we will usher in this new age. Hidden when possible, but extreme when necessary, we will teach, maintain, balance, and police this new age.
I intend, with your agreement to introduce humans to our company. You will want to know why. There are two answers. First, the humans of this world will respond better to their own kinds than 50 yard long leviathans or ageless Glaennyn. We, or more truthfully I, will need ambassadors and warriors, sorcerers and healers. Furthermore, We will definitely need a military wing even if our intensions are peaceful, you cannot police without force, you cannot send many dragons down sewers, few would fit, and even fewer would both fit and agree to do it willingly. I can still smell a tune from my last visit to a sewer. Even filth has its own resonance. Jarik chuckles again.
Meanwhile, you need to strengthen your numbers fast, I hold your aphrodisiac – listen to it dragons and act before you dwindle. The dragons, as my brother has explained to me, have existed in all of Prometheus’ creations; your like must not fade. Together, you will be able to guard and instruct you offspring with the best of dragon lore, now supplemented by the knowledge of the Glaennyn. You are a great race, the greatest of races, these universes have spawned, in all but one respect, you lack direction.
Some will wince at such words. "What dictator has appeared in our midst?" some may ask. You will have to judge me by my actions as will the powers of Grayhawk. But this leads to second need for humans among us.
I will need a successor, trusted by all. I will teach resonance and you will bear humans. The Glaennyn and I will determine our strategy and aims. No one God or power must be allowed to dominate, the freedoms of the creatures of Grayhawk that the Glaennyn again taste sweetness of; this what must motive our actions. We will take this mountain range and turn it into our home, here we will bond with humans to guarantee the survival of both and if the elves join us so much the better. Only time will tell.
Very soon we collect a squadron of Rosen troops and bring them here. We will do this once agreement has been reach at this moot regarding our next actions.
You have heard the first verse of my song how sounds your chorus?