"The gods abandoned the sky. We chose the storm instead."
The Drakhari are dragonkin, not elves—descendants of the Second Clutch, whose eggs were shattered during the angelic war. Rather than fade, their unborn souls forged themselves into flesh, memory, and instinct.
They reside in volcanic mountain ranges, ruined dragonforges, and scorched ridgelands, often near elemental fractures in the land. Their domains are shaped by ancestral fire and raw elemental memory.
Their blood carries Drake-echoes, and their bodies often manifest traits during The Recalling—a frenzy of ancestral instinct.
Their clothing leans toward ritual armor, drakebone plating, ash-stitched cloaks, and fire-etched tattoos—functional, ceremonial, and meant to last through flame.
They do not cast spells—they unleash legacy.
The Drakhari say the Second Clutch was never meant to survive. But survival, for them, became rebellion.
They were not born. They were forged.
They bear the echoes of dragons—not in reverence, but in rage, pride, and purpose.
When the heavens burned them, they chose not to kneel.
They chose to remember.
Drakhari live in broods, not families—clans bound by blood rites and hatch-duels. Each brood is built on shared legacy and territorial power.
They reject gods, embrace instinct, and measure status through ritual combat, flamecarving, and ancestral resonance. Love is a fire-forged bond proven through duel and oath.
Leadership is not inherited but earned by memory recall and flame-blooded strength.