Thiothez was but a young hatchling born during the late years of the Draconic Wars. He was the youngest born of his clutch. to how fearsome the war had gotten, he was stuck inside his home, 'The Castle Of Blue Glass.'
Thiothez was often left home alone while his family was out battling in wars raging all over the world, so in his childhood he spent a lot of time just wandering the halls of his home and learning about its history and the history of his kind.
Of his Home he learned The castle was once a massive sandcastle sculpted by the hands of many of the world's most famous artists, who had each placed their own details, marks, and sculptures into the walls and ceilings of the castle itself. Once the sandcastle was finished, 'Brenin Gwyrthiol Gwynt A Storm' (meaning miraculous king of wind and storm) was the Elder Blue Dragon, and his kin struck the castle with bolts of lightning and lightning breath again and again until all the sand had turned to glass.
This caused many of the sculptures to warp in shape and some of the sculptures had already warped due to the shifting of sand, mudand clay. But the glass castle was none the less not only beautiful , but endowed with many artistic patterns and sculptures from cultures all over the world
One could wander the halls for years and never find all the details, and the glass itself carried its own details; some of the glass was a deep, dark blue, some light, some clear. Each one of the blue dragon's breath created its own shade of blue, and the lightning that they summoned from the sky created more clear glass.
He learned about the history of his people, the Blue Dragonborn Clan. Dragonborn were a race of beings with the blood of dragons. Funnily, they are not 'born' at all; they are hatched from eggs roughly the size of basketballs.
Dragon-Born is just the translation of their name in the common tongue.
(I, The GM/book writerAm going to keep calling them Dragon-Born But I will note that, They only call them selfs dragon born when they are speaking in common, witch only happens when they are speaking to people who don't speak Draonic. assume that all Dragon-Born characters are speaking Draonic when they talk to each other.)
The Dragonic term for Dragon Born is Dynion Mowldio o glorian y Meistr (meaning 'Men Molded of the Master's Scales') or glorians (meaning scales) for short. With Thiothez's people calling them selfs "glas glorian" Or "Blue Scales,"
The Dragonborn were the elite warriors and battle masters of the Dragonic armies, acting much like samurai or knights. Many of them rode into battle on the backs of Drake Hounds and Wyverns, while the rest of the army would vary a lot from dragon to dragon. Most of the Blue Dragons would get human troops by demanding that towns and cities in their empire provide these troops, sometimes buying them with offers of using their powers over the storms to bring life-giving rain, sometimes by threatening to use those powers to withhold rain or bombard with thunder and lightning.
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The Blue Dragons made their home in the Sandy Dunes. They set themselves apart from other types of dragons by their love of art and culture. They were grand patrons of the arts, music, painting, sculpting, and most of all, glassblowing. They would fly across the world seeking artists from every land, offering to give them a home in the castle of blue glass where they could bask in high art of luxury for all their days if they would come and devote themselves to their craft.
And then, regardless of whether or not the artist agreed, the blue dragons would take them to the castle, and as long as the artist worked and didn't try to escape, they would live in luxury, enjoying the finest wine, large comfortable beds, wonderful music, and much more.
Thiothez spent a lot of time with these arts, and from some of the bards here he learned to play the lyre, and from the artisans he learned to sculpt with glass using his own lightning breath to aid in this process, as is tradition.
Being alone for long periods of time only to meet with family when they where back from a long battle, hearing the war stories of there kin, wanting to be able to help but just being to small to do so and then waving good again as they head off to the next war not to long after
All the while wondering and fearing the day when the war will stop being a far-off story and come here?
Thiothez asked his oldest family members if it was always like this. And they would tell him, "Yes and no. Yes, we have always been a warrior people; we have always waged war in the name of our Draconic masters, but we used to not ALL have to fight ALL of the time. There were years of peace between the wars, but in the past it was dragon vs. human or orc or goblin, and once in a blue moon it would be dragon vs. dragon, but now, the borders of the different colored dragon empires have grown so much they butt up against one another. Now we war with other scale clans. Now other scale clans have been making alliances with one another, and now nearly the whole world is a part of our war, and I won't lie to you, hatchling; the battles are only getting bigger, not smaller. There is no end in sight."