Dragonborn

"Look, I'm not going to eat you, I'm simply asking if you can make me a hammer out of iron, I've shattered two wooden handles this week and frankly I could do without the splinters."

— A dragonborn in a blacksmith's shop

The Scales of the World

Not merely creatures of flames and scales; they are the living, breathing echoes of ancient, forgotten dragons, with their blood bound to the oldest of magicks. Tall, broad-shouldered, and formidable, their forms are a testament to their draconic heritage. Their scales differ from each other as the seasons do from themselves, with some showing the burnished gold of fire, others the cool blue of water, or the dull grey of stone. But there are dragonborn of stranger origins - born not just of the known elements, but of hybrid powers that are as dangerous as they are rare.
The most common dragonborn are those descended from the original dragons of fire, earth, and air. These dragonborn are familiar to most - warriors and hunters, sometimes fierce and occasionally mercenary, but every loyal to their kin. The Fireborn are the descendants of dragons who breathed heat into the world's forge. Their scales glow like embers at the edges, and their breath can melt stone or scorch enemies with ease. Then there are the Stoneclad, born of the earth, their scales as hard as granite and their bodies as strong as the mountains they were shaped from. They are not quick to anger, but when they do, the earth trembles beneath their fury. The Windweavers, the light-footed children of air, glide through the air with grace, their scales like the shimmer of a summer breeze. Their breath is not a violent blast, but a gust of wind so forceful it can throw foes to the ground or knock down trees.
Yet for all their might, these dragonborn are far from the only breed. For in the lost corners of the world, where few venture, there are those whose very existence is a mystery - a blending of elements so potent and rare they are more than just dragonborn; they are something new. These are the Mistborn, born of water and air, with scales that shimmer in translucent hues. They breathe not flame or breeze, but a swirling, enveloping fog that chills the heart and blinds the eyes. Their kin, the Magmaborn, are creatures of earth and fire, exuding molten heart and bearing scales like obsidian, with their breath a stream of lava, flowing like a river of molten death. Their cousins, the Stormcallers, born of air and electricity, have a crackling presence like the moment before lightning striking. Their breath is not a puff of fire but arcs of electricity that leave their enemies scorched and twitching.

Messengers of Flame & Fate

But dragonborn are not merely creatures of raw elemental might. Among their kind, some dragonborn take on roles greater than themselves, acting as envoys between dragons and the rest of the world. These draconic envoys walk the fine line between mortal and myth, balancing diplomacy with the innate weight of their ancestry. To dragons, they are the trusted voices of the world below, interpreters of mortal frailties and strengths. To mortals, they are the nearest one might come to hearing a dragon’s growl turned into words. It is a thankless task, ripe with peril - for dragons are proud and ancient, and mortals are brash and fleeting - but the envoys bear it with a stoic grace, knowing they stand as the fulcrum upon which the future balances.
As varied as the dragons themselves, dragonborn are creatures of mystery and power. But above all, they are survivors - born of fire and earth, air and water, bound by honour and bound to the dragons who made them. They are a species destined to stand tall, whether as warriors, mages, or envoys - ever vigilant, ever waiting for the call of their draconic ancestors to rise again.