Verus Zilarr'ax

Verus Zilarr’ax

Verus Zilarr’ax was said to be the greatest and most powerful Silver Dragon that ever was. As an ancient silver dragon, his wingspan was so great and his size so large that when he soared, his shadow would cover entire towns. Legends say that he would take on the form of a silver dragonborn and intermingle with them and tell them stories of his extensive travels and long life, appearing as a wandering monk in a plain brown robe with a holy symbol of Bahamut hanging from his neck. In times now legend instead of memory, eons ago, Verus is said to have successfully defended Porgoriyat from a full cadre of green dragons who sought to take it for themselves, slaying them all. As he aged and grew stronger, so did Verus’ range grow, and he began more and more often to intersect with other dragons, especially a loosely connected network of villainous reds, who plotted against Verus and sought out ways to kill him. When Verus was very old, and his body began to fail him, the reds made their attack against his lair. He destroyed them, to the last one, but was dealt too many and too grievous of wounds in the process. Several days later, when some dragonborn from the city went up to mountain to inquire after Verus’ health, and to offer what assistance they could, they found that the great dragon was not in his den. There was no sign of him, and most of the hoard was gone, leaving only a few coins, gems, and art objects behind. It remains unknown what happened to the old silver. Rumors and legends suggest that he went to establish a new range elsewhere, others think he had swallowed his hoard and flown off in the night to die in peace. Some think he took on a humanoid disguise and left the area. Whatever may be true, he must certainly be dead by know, as those events took place thousands of years ago. The dragonborn of Rimespear do believe, though, that the soul of Verus Zilarr’ax returned to the lair on Haizetsmenda, and it rests there to this day, keeping spiritual guard over the city and the dragonborn from a watchful height. The cave itself is now lavishly decorated, and incense and candles burn at all hours.