Americana (DnD Campaign Setting)/NPCs
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Izithrax, the Copper Lord
The elven retainer sputtered helplessly as the spectacle before him slowed to a halt. "My lord... you cannot juggle dwarves!"
"Why not?" came the reply. From up on the dias, the great copper cast a petulant eye down at his servant. "I'm very careful, and I practice daily."
"I..." the elf found himself quite at a loss for words, and spent a few seconds shuffling about while he formed a coherent argument. "It. Hurts? Them?"
His liege recoiled in alarm. "Preposterous! I never do! And, besides, I always pay them afterwards."
From beneath the great dragon's talons, a gruff dwarven voice croaked out, "Please, help us. The juggling isn't so bad, but his jokes are terrible."
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There is some debate among scientists today as to whether a dragon can become senile. As no-one is sure exactly how old dragons can get, no-one can really be sure: but a prime argument for it exists at the head of the nation of Yellowstone.
The copper dragon whose shortened "face-name" comes to Izithrax is one of the ten Dragon Lords--rulers, guardians, and guides of the draconic species. They are all of them very old, very rich, and very powerful. Their existence only became known to humanity shortly before the end of the Great War, when it became clear they were orchestrating the show from behind the scenes--and they vanished into the wildernesses with all their followers, as soon as it became clear the game was up.
Neither tooth nor tail was seen of any of them for fifty-five years, until the newly united Alacatrazi pirates suddenly found their slaving and raiding parties being raided from the sky in the waters between Seattle and Portland. Four years later, the attacks stopped--the pirates claimed to have sent a massive unified band into the area and ousted no less than a great copper dragon from the area. For years it was thought to be nothing but talk--and then Chicagoan travelers in the Valle Amarillo ran into a vast group of orcs, goblins, and even some elves working feverishly at a vast construction project. And they were being directed by dragons.
At their head was the Copper Lord, who spent three minutes introducing himself before reluctantly giving the shortened name of Izithrax. He then made a declaration that was possibly the last thing any of them expected to hear, and would typify his actions for the next fifty years--startling and sudden.
|“||I have been driven from my estates further west, so since I had nothing else to do I decided to give this nation-state thing a try. Would you be kind enough to let your Queen know? I'm not sure what the procedure is for this sort of thing...||”|
Izithrax is eccentric to say the least--whether age, power, or simple boredom is the cause, none can say. He pursues whatever course takes his fancy, laughing off censure and threat, and he has the money and might to be able to do as he wishes. Like all copper dragons, he appreciates few things more than a good joke and a strong sense of humor--at one point he gifted a kobold and his clan an entire mine of their own for telling him an excellent knock-knock joke. Some would call him mad, and they might well be correct.
However, even if he is mad, Izithrax is no fool. He has sense enough about him to hold numerous dragons in the same place at once--an impressive feat on its own given their solitary nature, to say nothing of the fact that these dragons vary widely in their coloration and intent. He has forged a nation out of tribal elves, clannish goblins, disorganized orcs, and exiled kobolds, and proceeded to make it one of the richest on the continent. He has singlehandedly maneuvered himself and his Native nation into the highest echelons of international diplomacy, earning the somewhat grudging respect of even the most xenophobic human politicians (Dallas' King Gregorio II has referred to him as "the toughest negotiator I've ever had the displeasure of arguing with").