Varaal, The Scale Eternal
Domains: Nature, Tempest , Order
Titles: Wyrm of Worlds, Keeper of Balance, Father of Flame and Storm
Symbol: A dragon’s claw grasping a molten orb, surrounded by elemental sigils
Alignment: Neutral
Domains: Nature, Tempest , Order
Titles: Wyrm of Worlds, Keeper of Balance, Father of Flame and Storm
Symbol: A dragon’s claw grasping a molten orb, surrounded by elemental sigils
Alignment: Neutral
Where Caudiel is warmth and love, Varaal is weight and will—a being of impossible age, draped in eternity, his voice said to crack mountains and calm hurricanes. He is the Scale Eternal, the one who holds equilibrium as sacred—not justice in the mortal sense, but a primordial balance: between flame and frost, wind and stone, life and death, chaos and order.
When the gods shaped Ammondell, it was Varaal who drew the boundaries, not with chains, but with law writ in sky-fire and stone-blood. Where Caudiel lit the world and Liupan nourished it, Varaal gave it structure, form, and tension. He laid the ley-lines through the bones of the earth, tamed the wild roil of raw elements, and seeded the first mountains with his teeth. His form is rarely seen, and when it is, it is never twice the same: some say he appears as an impossibly vast dragon made of starlight and obsidian, others as a cloaked serpent whose wings span the horizon. To witness Varaal in full is to feel the weight of a world pressing behind his gaze.
Children of the Scale
It is widely held that dragons are his firstborn—each kind a reflection of an elemental truth Varaal laid into the world. Red, blue, green, black, and white—the chromatics echo the chaos he chose to master, while the metallics embody the ideals of guardianship, rule, and restraint. But even beyond dragons, his essence touched many mortal forms: Dragonborn carry his breath in their lungs, often born where the blood of a fallen wyrm seeps into the earth and awakens a line of scaled warriors.
Kobolds are the secret-keepers of the deep places, Varaal’s watchful eyes in the earth’s crevices, said to be crafted from the sparks shed from his claws.
Lizardfolk embody his cold, impartial gaze, surviving not out of cruelty or kindness, but perfect adaptation.
Yuan-ti, though twisted by their own ambition, claim descent from his shadow, believing themselves to be heirs to his unbroken mind and serpentine dominion.
Each race is an echo of his divine essence, a scale from his infinite form given life.
The Doctrine of Balance
Among the Wyrmfaithful, it is said that Varaal split his soul along twin lines of elemental intent—not to divide himself, but to ensure the world would never tilt too far into chaos or stagnation. This divine act birthed the two great flights of dragonkind:
- The Varkhazir, the Chromatic Flame — dragons of raw force, wild instinct, hunger, and unbridled change.
- The Aurynar, the Metallic Flame — dragons of purpose, law, guardianship, and tempered flame.
These are not opposites, but counterweights, forged to keep the world's spirit from tearing itself apart. Together, they form the Axis Draconis, the sacred wheel of balance that underpins Varaal’s divine order. To Varaal, neither flight is “good” or “evil”—they are both scales on the back of eternity. He teaches that imbalance is the source of all ruin: tyranny when the Aurynar overreach, apocalypse when the Varkhazir run wild. His Calibrants, the dragon-priests of the Scale Eternal, teach the Path of Tuurmoraak—the “Wyrm’s Breath Between Worlds”—which urges mortals to seek balance not by denying one side, but by knowing when to be the storm and when to be the stone. The greatest among them wear a scale of both flights upon their brow, a symbol that they carry both ruin and redemption in equal weight.
Symbols and Worship
Varaal’s sigil is often a set of twin scales, each side bearing an elemental rune. Others use a serpent devouring its own tail, coiled around a gemstone heart. His colors are deep bronze, stormcloud gray, and the glinting gold of wyrm eyes. Rites in his honor involve geomantic readings, elemental sacrifices, and meditative duels, where warriors strike only to match—not exceed—their opponent's force. Legends and Prophecies One ancient prophecy tells of the Scales Breaking—a future age when one of Varaal’s own children will rise too far, tipping the world beyond its ability to heal. In such a time, Varaal himself will shed his godhood and descend, not to save the world, but to reset it. It is said that he keeps a scroll inscribed with the moment of every volcano's birth, every storm’s dying breath, and every heart that ever dared to tip the balance too far.
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