As the Age of Magic unfolded and Dragons became more numerous, they laid waste to increasing stretches of land in the north-east, often rendering fields barren for centuries. In response The Great Sea Wyrm appeared to them and spoke of far lands with exotic bounties:
“Would you confine your magnificence to these distant reaches when you need but spread your wings and soar to where you will? Would you sit on your tails, withering away in the wind when you could set forth to show all the mortal world what ‘power’ and ‘awe’ truly mean? Are you afraid to accept the challenge of your brothers and sisters to see whose wings will carry the farthest, whose breath will burn its mark into the fearful tales of the most distant of those tiny races that tread the dirt one fleeting generation after another? Stay here and gnaw at each others’ scales with the stench of goat in your nostrils if you wish to be but a spark against the face of oblivion; the world is great, and only the great are fit to see its splendours and outshine them. Now, will you huddle here or go claim your glory?”
And at this the great serpents roared and lit up the heavens to herald the time when their might would be felt in every corner of the world.