Ozythar the Lonely King

It is said that in the moment the great Wyrm Ophyxia’s mind fractured, giving birth to the dragons, there was a terrible sorrow, a profound loneliness born of the cosmic void she had so long inhabited. And from that aching, desolate splinter of her being came Ozythar, the White Dragon.

He was a creature of ice and melancholy, a living embodiment of the sorrow of a goddess alone in the blackness. He sought not territory or dominion like his siblings, but a place of solitude, a refuge from the tumult of a nascent world. He fled the chaos, soaring on wings of frozen air to the highest, most distant peak of The Dragon’s Spine, a summit so cold it was given its own name: the Atlyx. There, he settled into a quiet, frozen vigil, content to watch the world from a place of unassailable isolation.

Yet, even in such a remote and frigid place, the whispers of the Dreaming Mother could not be silenced. For centuries, they called to those of a similar, quiet spirit, drawing communities of Tabaxi and Harengon monks, whose white pelts were a testament to their harmony with the snows. They braved the treacherous heights of the Atlyx and built a sacred monastery of stone and ice near Ozythar’s lair, where they lived in serene devotion to his cold, beautiful majesty. In turn, Ozythar watched over them, a silent and distant guardian who favored his white-pelted worshipers.

But the isolation of the Atlyx was a burden few could bear for long. Over time, the pilgrimages ceased, and no new worshipers came to replace the aging monks. As generations passed and the last of his faithful quietly passed away, the temple was abandoned. And in the silence of the high peaks, Ozythar once again settled into his profound solitude, a lonely king upon a lonely throne. He remains there still, a living legend of sorrow and isolation, a quiet and beautiful echo of the loneliness that created all of Wyrmdream.