Shar Montera Dragons Worm variant
Though shar has many beasts of intellect id be doing a disservice not to tell you about the already known creatures, Dragons, such creatures are revolting, they are not born of shars natural magic, having witnessed one being born its best i tell you how they are born.
I was but a boy wondering the forests of pier long before any snakes infested such a place, i was lost the ground smelled of humidity and earth, for many hours i wondered the area evading goblin camps many many hours passed, until after just a few steps the sounds chirping in the canopy ceased, the more i stepped forward the more my vision was obscured by a ever thickening cloud of red fog, its scent was unremarkable, yet it had the strong taste of blood, salty yet wrong, i couldn't turn back, only follow through, the taste was intoxicating and too much, it felt like i was downing many flasks of water, yet distinctly tasted of blood, I happened upon a clearing, where the fog was weakest,
id of spent half a day at most before hearing bubbling nearby,
a red pond met my gaze, i stared at it for a while, the pond was sort of a filled crack in the earth, it bubbled and steamed, just in the corner of my sight a worm seemed to wonder into the fluid, as its tiny noodle like body descended down the fluid, a near immediate rumble in the pond splashed and spewed seeming to evaporate around where the worm was, yet what was in place of the worm seemed large and serpent like in material, its body was thicker in size to a tree trunk, essentially a mass of tentacles seeming to wrap onto itself forming the shape of a dragon like in those story books, it posed no legs its wings grew webbing from a disgusting puss like fluid, its head was a black orb wrapped by tentacles,
its transformation splashed the red ponds fluid onto me as i ran, distinct yet indescribable sounds of force and flame traced where i had been as i made my escape into the fog, as i hid part of my left arm seemed to be turning pale white where the fluid touched, i was taken aback by this, whatever that fluid was, seemed corrupt and evil, so i tore off my shirt and attempted to block the change from spreading further yet it seemed in vain, but not hopeless it seemed i lacked enough of whatever that fluid was to spread further, and what tested my luck further was the dragon seemed to fall asleep after inhaling the fog.
Why would i wish to share such a story Dorian? Well i lack sharing how i got this demonic arm, and it is the only account of someone still being alive after witnessing a dragons birth.
It seems these creature are hostile, yet they share origins to demonlords. One best steer clear of these, these fissures ive taken to calling them as they seem to spawn dragons. You may not be as lucky as i was with my evasion, every night i have dreams im still in the fog, yet the fear of that time is what motivates me to be a better adventurer.