Azergos, Prime Blue Dragon

Azergos, often titled the Stormmind or Prime of Tempests, stands as one of the eldest and most formidable of the Prime Dragons. Among the chromatic line, he is revered and feared in equal measure, a being of unparalleled intellect and tempestuous might, whose mastery of both storm and sorcery marks him as one of the most dangerous entities ever recorded in the annals of Aranath. His name has become synonymous with power unchecked by humility, wisdom devoured by pride, and knowledge turned against its seekers.   Appearance and Nature   Witness accounts from both the ancient era and more recent sightings describe Azergos as colossal beyond conventional draconic measure. His scales are not merely blue, but crystallized prisms of lightning, each one coursing with veins of violet energy that flicker and crackle like living stormlight. When he moves, the air itself hums; when he speaks, thunder answers. His eyes resemble roiling thunderheads, filled with perpetual flashes of purple lightning.   Known for his intellect even among the Primes, Azergos’s dominion is not merely over wind and lightning, but over thought itself. His mind is said to work like a storm, volatile yet precise, brilliant yet destructive. Though he once embodied the chaotic grandeur of the storm incarnate, centuries of confinement and self-reflection have tempered his fury into something colder, more deliberate. Yet beneath that calculated surface lies the same arrogance that once unmade him.   The Age of Concord   In the mythic dawn of draconic history, when the Prime Dragons lived as siblings rather than rivals, Azergos' counsel was often sought for his insight and reason. This era, known to scholars as the Age of Concord , was a time when chromatic and metallic Primes alike shared dominion over the skies. Azergos’s fascination with the mechanics of magic, both natural and divine, set him apart from his kin. He saw the arcane not as a gift to be worshipped, but as a system to be understood, and, ultimately, mastered.   Yet this fascination carried a seed of hubris. As mortals began to shape the arcane for themselves, through runes, rituals, and artifice, Azergos' curiosity turned to disdain. The storm that once represented insight grew turbulent with jealousy. To his mind, magic was the breath of the gods and dragons, not a tool for lesser beings to wield. The Age of Concord faded into memory, replaced by a long and bitter era of rivalry between chromatic and metallic Primes.   Among his kind, Azergos became both philosopher and manipulator, weaving influence through pride and intellect. Though he tolerated his chromatic siblings, his hatred for the metallic Primes was absolute. His was the mind of a scholar-king convinced of his own perfection.   The Day of Azergos (888 CE)   The Day of Azergos stands as one of the most destructive events in Sidonia’s history. Without warning, the skies above Crestfall darkened, not from rain but shadow, as the Prime descended upon the city, leading a flight of lesser chromatic dragons. In his fury, he declared judgment upon mortals for daring to command the arcane. The attack was swift and catastrophic; the city’s marble towers cracked under lightning, and the Arcane Lyceum itself became a battlefield.   Amid this devastation, Archmage Craezar  of the Lyceum] , alongside five High Arcanists, confronted the Prime. Their duel, later immortalized in countless texts, shook the heavens. One by one, Craezar’s allies fell. Alone and wounded, Craezar faced the storm incarnate and, through genius born of desperation, discerned the pattern of Azergos’s magic.   Drawing on years of secret preparation, Craezar unleashed his masterwork, a grimoire known as the Tome of Craezar, and trapped the Prime Dragon within. The entire confrontation, from first spell to final sealing, lasted less than a minute. The chromatic flight scattered, and the Age of the Prime Dragons was believed to have ended.   The Tome of Craezar and Centuries of Confinement   Azergos’s body was gone, but his consciousness endured, compressed within the sentient pages of Craezar’s tome. For centuries, the book passed through hands both mortal and arcane, regarded as a relic of victory rather than a prison of wrath. Within, Azergos experienced what he later described through psychic echoes as being “folded into eternity, unable to breathe.” His once-ordered mind started to fracture under confinement, giving rise to madness and cunning intertwined.   Whenever the tome came into possession of an arcanist, Azergos reached out through dreams and flashes of thought. To some, he appeared as a teacher whispering lost secrets; to others, as a voice promising power or deliverance. All who listened too long met ruin. Still, he learned, slowly and patiently, about the world beyond the page. Kingdoms rose and fell. Empires expanded. Mortals continued to grow in their mastery of magic. The humiliation deepened his resolve.   The Discovery of the Tome (1320 CE)   The tome resurfaced in the year 1320 of the Current Era, when the adventuring party of Toryn Fireforge  stumbled upon it during an expedition. Recognizing its significance, the group delivered it to the Arcane Lyceum in Crestfall, where it was secured in the restricted archives. Yet temptation gnawed at Toryn’s heart. Against the warnings of his companion, Arcanist Glim Timbers , and aided by the rogue Rolando , Toryn stole the tome.   What followed was not immediate corruption, but gradual persuasion. For years, the voice within whispered to him, patient, coaxing, intelligent. It promised the fulfillment of his greatest desire: the freedom of his dwarven homeland, Belthrond , from Imperial rule. It spoke as an ally, a mentor, a divine force that understood his burdens. When Toryn hesitated, the voice became kind; when he faltered, it became stern. In the end, he believed.   He carried the tome to Cythran , the Imperial Capital. There, in a secret ritual, he unsealed the binding runes and released Azergos from his prison.   The Return of the Stormmind   The moment Azergos emerged, the world trembled. Witnesses described the sky splitting open with violet light, thunder cracking without clouds, and a wave of arcane resonance sweeping across the continent. Every mage in Aranath felt it, an echo in their minds, a message unbidden and clear: “Freedom! Tremble before me!”   It was both roar and spell, both proclamation and accident. The force of his reemergence shattered several towers of Cythran, tore through magical wards, and sent the Imperial Senate into chaos. Yet amid this destruction, Azergos spared the one who freed him. He looked upon Toryn Fireforge and, whether out of curiosity or cruel gratitude, chose not to kill him. “A reward,” he is said to have thundered, “for service rendered in ignorance.”   He then ascended, his wings spreading storms across the capital, and flew eastward. Lightning struck the Imperial Spire as he passed. The city burned for days.   Aftermath and Imperial Response   The reappearance of a Prime Dragon, thought destroyed over four centuries prior, sent shockwaves through every seat of power. The Arcane Lyceum declared an emergency convocation. The Empire deployed fleets and aerial mages to track the creature, but Azergos vanished beyond Bariatok, last seen flying toward Adril , the so-called Birthland of Dragons.   Reports from the Lyceum confirm that the residual magical wave from his return briefly destabilized ley currents across northern Aranath, leading to spontaneous storms and electrical disturbances. Many scholars interpret this not as an intentional act, but as an uncontrolled discharge of power after centuries of suppression. Others insist it was a declaration of sovereignty, a storm’s laughter after long silence.   Legacy and Interpretation   In the archives of Sidonia, the Day of Azergos remains a testament to mortal resilience and Craezar’s genius. In the halls of the Lyceum, his name is invoked as both warning and inspiration, the mind that sought to master magic itself, undone by the arrogance of believing it his birthright alone.   Among dragons, however, tales differ. Some metallics recount him as the ultimate fool, proof of chromatic instability. But among chromatics, especially the younger and more ambitious, his name has become a whisper of resurgence. Many had long believed him dead, his loss symbolizing the decline of draconic supremacy. His return has reignited old hopes and fears alike: that the Primes may rise again, and that mortals will once more tremble beneath their wings.   Current Status   The present whereabouts of Azergos the Stormmind remain unknown. Diviners have traced faint echoes of his presence near the storm-lashed coasts of Bariatok, and sailors have reported thunder in cloudless skies over the northern seas. Some claim he has returned to Adril, the ancestral island of the dragons, to reclaim his dominion. Others fear he plots vengeance against both Empire and Lyceum alike.   Whatever the truth, one fact remains: the storm that sleeps does not die, it waits. And when next it wakes, the world will remember why dragons once ruled the skies.