Literature
Quill and Compass, Entry 3: The Age of Dragons
If the Age of Dawning was silence broken, then the Age of Dragons was the Realm's first roar. For in this era, Gaiaxia welcomed its first true rulers—majestic, terrible, and long-lived beyond all reason. Dragons were the first stewards of the Realm, and its first tyrants.
With the Age of Dawning behind, Gaiaxia stood as a wild and unshaped land. Into it, Ikozra set the Dragons. At first, they were not the mighty lords we know from song and tale, but blank slates: fledgling creatures placed in Gaiaxia to grow with it, to live, to breed, to die, and in doing so, to become guardians of the Realm. Their power, in those early days, was raw and unfocused. Their legendary draconic breaths existed, yes, but in crude form, untrained and unstable, more accident than art. Their true strength came only with the turning of centuries, as they steeped themselves in mountain, forest, desert, and swamp, until their very bones sang with the songs of their homes. Thus they became the Dragons we know
