#Claugiyliamatar

[dragon-fics]

(DnD) A Noble Scheme pt. 2

Summary: The plan has hatched! A new mage is in Waterdeep. Will your parents approve?

Warnings: don't think anything apply

Relationships: Claugiyliamatar & Reader, Evangeline/Evan X Reader

Characters: Claugiyliamatar (DnD), Evangeline/Evan (OC), Reader

Tags: arranged marriage, wlw / f/f romantic, slow burn(?), enemies to lovers, cross-dressing, controlling parents

word count: 2300

Based on my own lil love story

“Are you certain about this?” I said as I helped Evangeline fix her outfit, dusting off the broad shoulders she’d given herself beneath the purple velvet suit. She was taller now, with shorter curly hair and more angled features. A fine-looking young man, I’m sure the other women would say.

She sighed. “Of course I’m certain,” she grumbled. Her voice was so much deeper.

I brushed off her coat. “Alright… remember, midday, (S/N) Estate. Money and—”

“—staff.”

I pursed my lips together and looked at her eyes. I fixed the family crest pinned on her jacket. It was a flat oval, with an outstanding gold dragon on a green backdrop, gold filigree decorating the edges. “Don’t skimp out—”

“—on accessories. And keep my—”

“—head high.” I stood back and crossed my arms, looking over her outfit. “You look like a smart gentleman, coming to preserve a long line of mage blood.”

She snorted, amused. “Your parents will be oh so disappointed.”

I shrugged. “There’s worse fate and worse truths for them to know.” I sighed. “You look ready though. Maybe wander Waterdeep to get a feel of the place before coming to meet my parents?”

Evangeline nodded. “Sure. Then Evan Dragonclaw will come along and woo them, and you.” She winked and bowed, forearm to her chest.

I covered my mouth to stifle my laugher but failed. “Who?!” I doubled over laughing.

She lifted her head and stared at me.

“Evan who?!” I repeated, howling.

Evangeline stood up straight and cleared her throat. “Dragonclaw?” she slowly questioned. “Is that not a good name?”

I picked myself up and sigh, wiping the tears from my eyes. I cleared my throat. “It’s a fine name. Just amusing. Hardly an unlikely name to have. You’ll need a story though; Where do you reign from? How did you hear about my family? And what can you offer?” I crossed my arms. “There may be a question about your name, so prepare to defend it.”

She nodded slowly, reaching for where her long hair would usually be, but met a tassel of her jacket. "Y-yeah. That makes sense.” Her hand fell to her shoulder, and she sighed softly, tooth digging into her lip.

I stepped closer, putting my hand on hers. “I’ll help you now,” I grabbed my handkerchief from my skirt and took the lead pencil from Evangeline’s pocket. “You reign from Neverwinter, and your family is pureblooded—like mine. At this point, you’re rooted in as many family trees as possible. The rest of the mage families will not unite with the Dragonclaws, as they have their own blood-related reasons. A grudge lasting a few generations or something.

“What can you offer? Pure mage blood, specialising in nature magic and wild-forms. A family fortune worth hundreds of platinum and gold, with some heirlooms and antiques. They’ll speak of my dowry, which you’ll have heard of; worth ten platinum to take my hand.” I scribbled it all down as I spoke and folded the handkerchief. I met Evangeline’s eyes. “Oh, and the function to give heirs through me and keep mage blood strong.” I put the handkerchief into her chest pocket and sighed. “How does that sound?”

Her face was flushed and after a stunned moment she nodded. “I think that’s pretty solid… I would’ve never thought people cared that much about uh, blood.”

I sighed and fixed my skirt, shaking the soil from the hem as the sun lit up its velvet shimmer. “They do unfortunately. And they care very much about it. How fun it is to be a cow to produce another mage, instead of a human who would like to follow her heart… not that they’d get a child that way either, I suppose.” I lifted my head.

Evangeline looked at me with those soft brown eyes, taking pity on me. “Hopefully, this will grant you some freedom.”

I smiled a little. “It should. Once I am wed, they won’t be watching me. I will be yours, or Evan’s, and then we’ll come to some arrangement ourselves.” For some reason, I wasn’t so bothered by the thought of it.

She shrugged and looked out at the cobblestoned road behind me, the main road between Waterdeep and Neverwinter. “Yes, we will come to an arrangement. If I am to make mother happy, that’d mean making you happy. She likes you a lot.”

I laughed softly. “I am aware. I quite like her too.” I stepped into the road. All was clear but the lunchtime gathering was about to arrive, the convoy not far in the distance. The sea lapped at the coast and glowed in the midday light. It felt hopeful.

I looked at Evangeline. “Let’s get going. The city will help you prepare your speech.”

*~*~*~*

They were the longest three hours of my life. I spent it fixing up myself, restyling my hair, donning a fresh green summer frock with a set of amethyst jewellery.

But even after that, she hadn’t arrived. I found myself burning through all the odd things I’d put off for who knows how long; reorganising my books, storing my paints, and sharpening my embroidery needles.

Mother was curious when she saw me.

“What’s gotten into you? You’ve been shoving this aside since last winter,” she said in disbelief, sitting across from me as I held the needle in my hand.

I bared my teeth as I pricked myself again. “Nothing. Just figured it was a good time.” She wouldn’t buy that.

“Oh? And why not last week when it was teeming? Or yesterday when your father had that boring bank meeting?” she crossed her arms.

I drew in a breath as a thought crossed my mind. I raised my head slowly.

“There’s a mage in town. From Neverwinter.”

Mother cocked a brow. “A mage?”

“A noble mage. In the finest suit I’ve seen, a crested badge on his chest. He’s in search of a maiden with a dowry.” I placed the needle on the desk beside me, urgency in my voice.

She seemed suspicious but let me continue.

“And he’s quite handsome. With a strong name, Dragonclaw! Have you ever heard such a name, Mother?” I jumped from my chair and turned my back to her, eyes fixated on the window overlooking the bazaar below.

“And you think he’s headed here?” I heard her skirts shift as she rose from the chair.

I nodded and spun around, the loose skirt of the frock adding to the excitement. “Oh yes! He asked at the gate! I was picking up the persimmons when he was asking.”

For a moment, her face was unreadable. It made me nervous. But then she beamed and hugged me close. “How wonderful! There might be luck for you yet.” The tapped my nose with her finger and stepped away. “I’ll let your father know to expect him. Dragonclaw was it?”

I nodded. “That’s him. Dressed in purple, green family crest.”

She tilted her head to me. “Very wise choice in dress then, (Y/N).” She grabbed the door handle. “Be ready. Stay fresh. I’ll send Alys when he’s here.” Mother rushed out the door and I was left thinking.

There might be luck for you yet.

*~*~*~*

It was the most awkward tea party of my life. But Evangeline—Evan, played his role perfectly.

And apparently, I didn’t do so bad either. Though it’s easy to be perceived as enthusiastic when you are enthusiastic. My interest let my parents release their hold on me quite a bit. Any excuse, they sent me to off to talk with him, even allowing him into the gardens of the estate; reserved for only the finest of family events.

“Are they still watching?” Evan whispered; arm linked in mine as we passed the buzzing rose garden.

Turned my head to look at him, smiling warmly. I turned my eyes as far as I could, seeing my parents watching from the balcony.

I sighed and returned my gaze forward. “Yep,” I said through a for-show smile. The smells of the garden were sweet and earthy. It was well taken care of by the servants. All the bushes were blooming, the flowerbeds were full, and the lawn lush.

“What do they think of me?” he took in the blossoming trees arching over the path, shadows falling upon us.

“You’re in the garden, left to saunter through as you wish. They love you.”

Evan nodded and plucked a purple blossom from the flowerbed below—violets. “Should I bring up the marriage soon?”

I nodded, watching her spin the flower in his hand. “Yes. Or someone else will ask.”

“Mother won’t let anyone—”

“—I know she won’t.” I cut him off, harsher than I intended. I sighed. “But we need to use their interest, praise and adoration of you soon or they will look for someone else. Ask for my father’s blessing. He’ll probably give it easily. Mother will give you a ring. It was my grandmother’s and her mother’s before that. They may request a way to be engaged, something they can attend and watch and celebrate. If you want to follow that, agree. If not, they’ll agree to you whisking me away for a night and we’ll pretend or… something.”

I released a slow breath. It wasn’t a façade anymore.

We stopped at the entryway to the gazebo, and I guided him in. We were well out of sight now.

“And what do you want?” Evan asked.

I lowered myself onto the blossom and leaf-covered bench. I looked up at him. “I want my parents to stop forcing men on me.”

He grumbled and sat beside me. “I know that. I mean, what kind of engagement do you want?”

I looked at my pastel pink dress and fixed the skirt. “Private. You and me. No illusion.” My heart thumped loudly. I could see her before me. “M-maybe for Claugiyliamatar to oversee it,” I continued, stumbling over my words. “If she likes. I don’t know if she’d have an interest, though.”

Evan turned to face me entirely. “I think she’d love to see it. Though she might have her servants set up a date for us or something.”

I thought. “Probably. I wouldn’t mind. You’ll need wedding guests, though. She’ll have to dress them up.” I met her gaze. Those eyes were still Evangeline’s; warm and big, the most caring gaze I’ve ever seen.

She noticed, looked around quickly, and deactivated the enchantment on the brooch. She brought her hands to my hair and carefully positioned the small flowers throughout my braid—she’d picked them up during my spiel probably. Evangeline smiled, a kind of smug grin but also deeply caring.

My heart fluttered.

Her dark hand came to my face, hand on my cheek as tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Can I admit something, (Y/N)?”

I swallowed thickly. I forced myself to nod. “Sure,” I croaked, my mouth dry.

“My mother isn’t the only one who admires you.” Her hand came forward, finger tracing my jaw. My skin tingled, heart raced at her touch again. “Turns out I like the women she aspires to be.”

I leaned forward, my face passing by her hand. This was my chance to make my choice. My lips touched hers. “I like you too.”

*~*~*~*

I the warmth of her kiss lingered as Evangeline pulled away, ring slipping onto my finger. The yellow and green lighting-orbs lit her up like the angel she was in this lush forest. I caught a glance down; it was my grandmother’s. A silver ring with a peridot set in it, very fitting.

Claugiyliamatar clapped and grinned, coming forward. “Congratulations!” She set herself down and put a claw on each of us. “It’s so delightful that it’s all working!”

Evangeline touched the claw on her shoulder. Masculine outfits suited her; the dark forest green of her dress shirt complimented her and matched Claugiyliamatar. “Me too, Mother. This way, we all get to have our happily ever after.” She looked at me with those deep, caring eyes she’d been watching me with.

I had to look away, getting flustered. This was my first time having anything close to this burst of feelings, to feel genuinely wanted and loved, and wanting to reciprocate those feelings.

Then Evangeline looked at Claugiyliamatar. “And I have something for you, Mother.” She looked at the servants.

“I’ll give you two some time.” I touched her shoulder and moved to step away.

“No. Stay. I can only give her this gift, thanks to you.” She smiled at me and then at her mother. “Please, send them away, Mother.”

Claugiyliamatar nodded and waved a claw at the musicians. Once they were gone, she looked at Evangeline.

She cleared her throat. “With thanks to, (Y/N), my love and lady, I made this for you.” She pulled out a gold necklace with the same dragon brooch as Evan had worn, with an emerald for the dragon’s backdrop. “It is for you to attend the wedding.” Evangeline raised her arms and Claugiyliamatar lowered her head. Evangeline wrapped the necklace carefully around Claugiyliamatar’s horn. It was quite a pretty accessory.

Claugiyliamatar’s eyes shone. “Oh, Eva!”

Evangeline wiped under her eyes. “Try imagine being shorter, Mother. That should trigger it.” with her practice of druid magic, Evangeline had tested wild forms before.

Claugiyliamatar closed her eyes and, after furrowing her brow for a moment, changed into a tall, thin and elegant woman with the necklace on her neck and long ash blonde hair. In the light, it seemed to be tinted green.

I looked away in shock, as she was naked, but I was smiling.

Claugiyliamatar had gotten her wish.

[nirahsaooc]

Learned more about the Green Dragon, Claugiyliamatar or ‘Old Gnawbone’ a female green dragon that is rather hilarious in my opinion.

Mostly because the person described her while apologizing for the word use as “A Petty Bitch’. Since she is apparently extremely willing to put in the work in the background to screw over anyone that she perceives as having sleighted her in some manner. Apparently she also enjoys scrying on the nearby city of Waterdeep while fantasizing about being one of the powerful elven or human women in the city. Partaking of all the drama, politicking and power plays of such a life. Apparently the city caught on to the scrying and set up illusionary spells that trigger when  someone spies on the keep and like. The spells creating fake events and stories of intrigue including one of the characters being a male green dragon disguised as a human...meaning Old Gnawbone has gotten super invested in watching basically a TV Show Drama/Mystery

Also I love her coup de grace that she is known for. Where she disguised herself as a Silver Dragon, went to a Noble house in waterdeep and offered to hunt herself for a reward. Found out where the reward was being gathered, went there and ate the guards and stole it. Then created illusions to give the impression she was fighting with the Silver Dragon. Went back as the Silver Dragon claiming victory and asking for the reward. Causing the nobles to fill a ship with gold to give to her. She then went back later as herself with no disguise and demanded that they pay her twice what they payed the ‘Silver Dragon’ for having the audacity to hire someone to try and assasinate her. She did some damage killed some of the nobles and got the house to nearly bankrupt itself paying her. She then went off with her loot and knowing the City was at this point probably going to send an army after her, left her traditional forest and layed low for awhile. The citie’s army invaded her original forest and instead of finding her found a Rival Green Dragon that had been invading her territory and ended up killing him before leaving thinking that they’d killed Old Gnawbone.

Its like....daaamn no wonder other dragons tend to leave her alone, she’s really connivingly cunning and will put in the work.

[thejokig23]

Got bored lol

[arainaizevran]

Wyll: There're tales galore of a great green dragon called Claugiyliamatar. Try saying that five times in a row!

Wyll: 'Claugiyliamatar'. 'Clog-ee-myalarfer'. 'Cloff-a-mother-f...' Whatever - let's call it Old Gnawbone.

devnote: CLOG-ee-lee-uh-MAT-ar. Wyll tries his own game to say the dragon's name five times in a row and fails spectacularly and charmingly.

[monstersdownthepath]

rough week at work so I apologize if this ends up being a multiple question weekend lol.

I was talking with a former player for a bit today about how to use dragons as major villains or main villains in a campaign and afterwards he shared his thoughts, he could be viewed as "vintage gamer", it got me thinking about the notable dragons of D&D sir.

Would Old Gnawbone be able to function or work on Golarion? As well as how would you properly recreate her? Because if your players are primarily familiar with Golarion's lore trying to sell them on major or main villain green dragon Oprah or wishes she could become Oprah might be a smidge of a hard sell.

I'm afraid I don't know enough about D&Ds famous dragons to give a full, deep answer to this, but from a cursory examination (wiki scraping and looking at lore threads), I say it wouldn't be too difficult at all. Gnawbone (real name Claugiyliamatar, or Lia for short) wants to be a powerful figure among humans and elves, but lacks the means to transform into a humanoid form to do it and thus must employ proxies to manipulate events to her liking. Proxies she presumably pays for by generating at least 7 Treasure tokens per turn.

"Secret powerful monster that's actually behind everything and uses scrying to spy on the party as they travel" describes the villain of like, 6 different Adventure Paths. You could get away with making one an especially eccentric Green Dragon with a flair for the dramatic, especially since it's always those haughty Red and Black Dragons hogging all the spotlight!

[gendrakon]

acerkhromdrachta

pronunciation: ah-SER-krom-DRAK-ta etymology: acerbus- green, bitter (latin), chromatic- colours (english), drache- dragon (german)

a gender based on the green dragon from dungeons and dragons. related to forests, creativity, nature, emeralds, poison, subterfuge, rebellion, corruption, toxins and venoms, snakes, intrigue and secrets, the unseen, and vegetal patterns. feels like leaves, smells like chlorine, feels like scheming, and looks like all shades of green. has no particular gendered alignment. names of notable green dragons: -aglaraerose -claugiyliamatar/gnawbones -chuth -mornauguth -venomfang pronoun ideas: green/greens/greenself ven/venom/venomself poison/poisons/poisonself tox/toxi/toxin leaf/leaves/leafself em/emera/emerald corrupt/corrupts/corruptionself

[dzamie]

Have you heard the d&d character Claugiyliamatar?

>dragon >cute dragon >LE girlboss

She's fantastic. Harasses a noble house, gets them to hire her to kill herself, steals the payment beforehand, gets them to pay again, THEN DEMANDS EVEN MORE MONEY FOR TRYING TO ASSASSINATE HER!

AND THEN SHE FRAMES ANOTHER DRAGON WHEN SOMEONE ELSE GOES TO KILL HER

queen shit, really

[brewerssupplies]

Look green dragons have already won in my mind by having Claugiyliamatar among their ranks.

The green dragon just keeps getting pitted against plants. Adults are in the 20-80 foot (6-24 m) range. Green dragons are great at sweet talking, enjoy taking exceptional people into thier fold, have all sorts of wonderful emerald hues, and thier breath has a chlorine scent! Because it's chlorine gas, don't breathe too deep. Look, even the dragon god opposing them said that in some ways they're the most dragonlike of all dragons! Unfortunately that does include sweet talking and manipulation, and thier favorite targets to corrupt and/or devour are elves, so maybe be careful if you're an elf.

On the right, Dryad! The classic beauty of the woods, with entangling vines and powerful charming magic if you're into that thing! Granted, if they like you and you're into nature they might try to mentally dominate you either way. Note that they can't move far from their bonded tree though, so this is probably taking place in a forest.

[nicthedm]

Claugiyliamatar’s (Old Gnawbones’s) Stats in 5th edition are underwhelming compared to her stats from 3.5e. Come see my video, soon to be on my Channel, explaining what changes I’ve made and why.

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPcFsxfrenLv_Nx0oxSmBhA

[dragon-fics]

(Dungeons & Dragons) A Noble Scheme (Claugiyliamatar X Female/Reader)

Chapter summary: Claugiyliamatar has always been curious about a noblewoman's life. And you are the one she's watched the longest. After watching for a whole decade, she sends one of her Gnawbones to capture you.

Requested on Wattpad and written with the help of my gf

"What do you want with me?!" I hissed as I was plopped down onto a mass of pillows. I curled my legs in close to me as the armoured brute stared down at me through his helmet. The deep cave was chilly, and I was dressed only in a light nightgown.

I glared at the brute, awaiting an answer. I barely saw his eyes blink through the slit of his helmet. As I jumped to my feet, he shoved me down onto the pillows.

"Don't fight, love. You'll not be harmed," came a loud, slithering voice. Whoever she was, she stepped closer and at the sound of her snapping fingers, my guard, and kidnapper, stepped away.

"Who are you?!" I stood up again and glared into the black abyss beyond my lit-up corner of the cave.

She chuckled deep in her throat. "Someone who only wishes to talk," she spoke as if she'd not sent someone to kidnap me, but rather an impatient parent. "So don't use that tone with me."

I clenched my jaw and swung my arm up at the lantern dangling above me. It wavered slightly, the flame flickering unusually for a moment. She hummed, amused sounding. "Oh, sweet little (Y/N), I know you have not the strength, nor agility, nor speed to fight or flee me. So, participate and you'll be back home in your plush bed."

I faltered, looking into the abyss towards her voice. "H-How do you—?"

"���Know your name?" she interrupted, amusement hanging to every word. I could almost see the grin on her face. "I know everything about you, my dear. I know your brother has recently left to become a mage; your father is one of the wealthiest nobles in Waterdeep; and you are awaiting a suitor to take your hand in marriage, something that makes you sick to the stomach." Her voice came closer and from above.

I stared, trembling in shock and cold. "I-I don't understand..." I looked toward her voice in the void still, my neck craning up.

A soft tut left her lips. "It's okay. It's a lot for a small pretty little mind to take in." A large, scaly talon reached into the light and tapped my forehead gently, the sharp nail not leaving a mark.

"Wh-What are you?!" I stumbled backwards, landing on the pillows.

She sighed. "Humans. So easily scared." She snapped her fingers again, and a transparent purple hue surrounded the lantern and it floated towards her. I glimpsed green scales and webbing along the top of her head. I gulped; a green dragon so close to Waterdeep hadn't been heard of since the fall of House Brokengulf. A moment later, the lantern lit up the whole cavern, showing me the large green dragoness, posed mjestically. She looked so elegant and powerful; my heart stopped.

She grinned, large white teeth on display for me. "I am Claugiyliamatar." I don't know how long I stared in shock, fear, and despair but it must have been a while. She yawned a number of times and lay down, relaxing her entire body. She twirled a staff with four clouded crystal balls at its four branched ends—seemingly unamused.

I slowly fixed myself and drew in a breath. "H-How are you a-alive?" I stammered, sitting as upright as I could.

Claugiyliamatar smirked and stared at me, deep into my soul. "It's easy enough. Spread some rumours, work on little-but-timely schemes, and hold such incredible power." She clicked her sharp talons, and several men came out, nothing but steel bonds on their hands and wrists.

I looked down at my silk nightgown, not wanting to see that. I managed to make out that they were rubbing something on her body, some sort of oil for her scales sparkled in the light.

She hummed. "You dislike this sight? I thought you'd like seeing usually the most respected sex of society humiliated like this." She grinned wide and touched the nearest one, lifting his head up with the tip of her talon.

I tried to focus on her face. "It's not something I ever want to see," I said, not intending to be so blunt but I couldn't say it back.

Claugiyliamatar considered me for a moment. "Ah. I see. That's why you will not be married."

I shrugged. "I'll deal with it when I must." I stared at her, gathering myself. "Now. What do you want me for?"

She grinned again and waved her claw, telling the men to leave her, apparently, as they all filed out afterward. "As you know," she started when all the men were gone, taking a handful of gold that shimmered behind her—which I had not noticed in all my shock, "I know quite a bit about you. I've been able to watch you with these." She rested her claw on the four crystal balls, looking like a toothpick her massive paw—and it'd look mighty in the hand of a wizard. "With these crystal balls, I've watched you the longest. For the past ten years, you've led the most interesting life. I usually only look at others for a few weeks at most, but I could not stop thinking about you for some reason."

A shiver ran down my spine that someone had been watching me since I was a child. She must know all my secrets... What if she shared them?

Claugiyliamatar smirked, as if she knew what I was thinking. "Always the worrier. Relax pet, I will tell no one. I just find you interesting. You're so clever and strong, keeping those fears and thoughts to yourself all the time. And those big plans that you long to unfold. You'd be quiet go at hatching schemes like that. You've been running one for the past eight years. It's impressive having not told anyone. I've not told anyone either of course, that's you plan to hatch." She inclined her head.

"Thank you?" she made it sound like a compliment, but it was specific too; it made me uneasy. She knew my biggest secret, and now I had to play along with her game. She really did have "incredible power".

"Not even the drama of Silverymoon has me as entertained as you. You quite like deceiving those close to you, don't you, Lady (Y/N)?" My jaw tensed at the accusation. I hated hiding things, but I had to. No blessing was ever going to pass my way so I could be truthful, not without grieving.

"Oh, don't be like that. I only play! Let's talk. We're quite similar you know?"

I frowned; how could we be similar at all? She was the master puppeteer; I was hiding truths to survive.

She picked me up, remarkably gentle, from my nest of pillows and placed me on the ground some feet away. "Come along. My servants are gone. No nude men around." She chuckled, deep in her throat again making her entire scaled body shake.

That relaxed me a little, and I walked with her, her steps slow to let me walk alongside her.

"If things go your way," Claugiyliamatar started, "you very well could end up with the estate. Lots of riches. One of the most powerful people in all of Waterdeep. And a woman, a single woman with complete control of her fate. How exciting!" she grinned. We walked down a narrow—well narrow with her in it—tunnel, lit at intervals by golden sconces. They looked enchanted, a faint green hue to the flames. Up ahead, I could make out a larger room awaiting us, filled with piles of boxes and some chattering.

Claugiyliamatar was the first to step in, her large head snaking in long before her claws crossed the threshold. Several of her agents, all identical to the one that caught me, stood to attention, armour and weapons shining in the flickering lights of the cavern. I looked around warily, wondering if my kidnapper was among them. They all looked the same, with a green dragon painted onto some part of their armour.

She looked down at me. "They will not harm you. They're completely under my command." She smiled smugly.

I looked at her, then the circle of agents standing around the cavern, each face hidden. I nodded slowly and peered at the nearest pyramid of boxes. On the document nailed to it was OIL, something absolutely vital to the people of Waterdeep. I spun at her. "What is this?!" there had been reports that supplies were growing low, surely, she wasn't hoarding them?!

Claugiyliamatar hummed. "A bit of a scheme I have going. Don't worry. It all will be returned soon enough." She flashed her teeth at me with another grin, and I scowled at her. she sighed. "I promise. You'll get your vital... stuff—" she gestured vaguely at the piles of crates, "—back soon enough. I just need some money to pay my lovely henchmen." She tapped the nearest agent's helm.

I clenched my jaw and left it, figuring a fight would only make my predicament worse. "If you say so."

She inclined her head. "I thought you'd like such a ploy. Wo—Females like us, gaining and holding power. Surely that makes you excited?"

I stared at her. "We are not alike! I lie to survive in a world that'd punish me greatly for the truth. You lie and scheme for fun! To have a power trip!" I crossed my arms and huffed.

Claugiyliamatar went to open her mouth, and a voice came from the side. "How dare you talk to my mother like that?!"

I looked at them, wondering who in Faerûnwould call this dragon mother. She was a tall girl, with the most luscious brown locks and shining dark eyes. A shiver ran through my spin. And she slammed her staff down in front of me and it glowed purple, her emotion charging a spell. Her eyes bore into my soul, and I leaned away. She couldn't have been much older than myself, maybe even a year or two younger.

I blinked, overwhelmed with a mixture of wild emotions. Who was she? Who was her mother? And how was she so pretty?

"Evangeline, please. She's my guest," said Claugiyliamatar, gesturing to me and keeping her claw between us to keep her away from me. "The lady I've been watching for so long. I've just been showing her around. And frankly, that was quite the compliment." She smiled at me.

Evangeline looked at her as she spoke, then at me. She stepped back, her staff dying down. She drew in a breath and nodded. "I apologize for my... rash entrance," she avoided my eyes.

I was frozen for a moment before nodding slowly. "It—It's alright." I cleared my throat and regained myself. I looked to Claugiyliamatar for an explanation.

"She is my daughter. The first so far. And quite a sweetheart, don't you think?" she placed a very gentle digit on Evangeline's shoulder, who inclined her head in acknowledgement.

I nodded, not really understanding or agreeing. "She seems lovely, and uh, very loyal," I lied and tried to make it sound like a statement.

"Mother saved me from mage hunters. She's helped train me since I was brought here." Evangeline smiled lovingly at Claugiyliamatar, and the pieces fit together.

I nodded again, trying to seem genuine. "Ah, I see. How lovely for you both." I smiled a little.

Claugiyliamatar nodded. "Come along the both of you." She turned towards the passage and walked again. I strode to follow her, Evangeline very close to me and watching my every move—though with her staff I was sure I had little to no chance at doing anything against either of them. The mighty dragon lay by her hoard of gold and statues and gestured to the nest of pillows. "Come sit. I must get down to business." She sounded excited, giddy, almost.

I sat on the pillows, tucking in my nightgown to be lady-like in this environment. Evangeline sat beside me, a bit too close. I found my face heating up and my arm tingling where her top touched my skin. I shuffled as subtly as I could to the side and played with my hair nervously.

I saw a smile curl up on Claugiyliamatar's face and I tried to settle myself. "What did you want me for?"

"As I've mentioned, I've watched you for years." She gestured to her for crystal balls. "But now. I want to talk to you in person. Tell me about life in Waterdeep."

*~*~*~*

She was persistent. Very persistent. She wanted to know everything about life in Waterdeep as a noblewoman. She seemed a bit saddened at the fact I would be married off soon, that I'd have no choice in who they chose.

We met on a weekly basis. First, I'd meet Evangeline by the gates, then she'd walk me to the lair. The first time I was "far too dressed up", which made her laugh. I liked her laugh. But after multiple trippings and tearings, I settled on never wearing a dress when going to Claugiyliamatar's lair again.

"Do you enjoy living with Claugiyliamatar?" I'd asked her, holding onto her shoulder as I got off a boulder that breached the rolls of brambles. I held my skirt to avoid any more tears, but by this point, it was so filthy and torn it was barely a skirt anymore.

Evangeline stood still as I lowered myself down. "I do. And I'll return the favour to her with time."

I looked at her, set on the ground. "How so?" I followed her as we set off on the worn path again.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged. "Mother wishes to be a lady like you, but remain a mighty dragon as well. She tried to get a wizard to help her before, but he almost tricked her into being his mind-controlled admirer. That's where I come in. I'm going to try give Mother what she wants." She smiled at me.

I blinked, thinking. What if Claugiyliamatar had more than just Evangeline in training? And what if Evangeline wasn't strong enough to make her fantasy a reality? "That's very sweet of you," I settled on. They seemed to care for each other.

Evangeline smiled, embarrassed. "I just think she deserves some kindness. She works very hard to seek enjoyment. I don't understand why she likes you but, it's good to see her happy."

And she was proven right. The regular meetups sparked the idea to have Evangeline pose as a male suitor, using her mother's gold to impress my parents. The idea was pleasant on the surface, but what if it worked? That was a very elaborate lie. And until my parents died, we'd have half of the estate when married, and need to keep up the act.

"Think about it!" Claugiyliamatar said. "No need to marry a man. We'll barely need the estate, so you'll have it all to yourself with your fake husband!" She sounded so enthusiastic. I looked at Evangeline and she matched her energy. My heart fluttered a little in hope, but I couldn't get ahead of myself.

"What's in it for Evangeline?"

They both looked at me, then at each other, hesitant. "Well... she'd have access to proper training! Surely your estate must have plenty of books on magic. Your family is full of mages."

I looked at Evangeline. Claugiyliamatar sounded like she was lying. "Would you really want to be tied to me for the sake of magic? You can't date or marry anyone else. Separating would have to wait until my parents and other close family die or move away."

She hesitated again, something felt off. Claugiyliamatar gave her a look and Evangeline shook her head. "I'd be more than happy to be wed to you, my lady."

I faltered, and a smile formed on my face. I was almost sure she was flirting or proposing something big.

"The biggest scheme I'll ever pull, right under the nobles' noses." Claugiyliamatar chuckled loudly. "How exciting!"

[bacejelerenvorthos]

The Lore of Adventures in the Forgotten Realms: Old Gnawbone

“The domain of Claugiyliamatar, better known as ‘Old Gnawbone,’ encompasses a significant swath of northwestern Faerûn, and the dragon's notoriety for killing adventurers spreads even farther out. She controls a network of spies in Waterdeep and Neverwinter. Her greatest desire is to rule as an all-powerful dragon queen of Waterdeep, doted on by nobles and worshiped by commoners. This dream is probably not realistic, but it drives her to try to find a way to take on human shape and still employ her vast draconic powers.

Her nickname comes from her habit of chewing on the corpses of humanoid kills, letting them dangle from her mouth like a splintered toothpick.”

Art by Filip Burburan and Randy Vargas

[sageadvicednd]

How much the Kryptgarden forest has shrunk in recent years, and its proximity to Ieirithymbul, have Claugiyliamatar and Palarandusk had any run ins? Bill Berg @webjr1981@TheEdVerseGiven how much the Kryptgarden forest has shrunk in recent years, and its proximity to Ieirithymbul, have Claugiyliamatar and Palarandusk had any run ins?

[cameoamalthea]

Half-Dragons

In the DnD campaign my husband is running we are going to visit a village of half-dragons. In D&D a half-dragon is a cross between a dragon and some other unrelated creature. Also in D&D, certain types of dragons are evil.

One of our player characters was given a quest to get black dragon scales and green dragon scales. Rather than fighting one of those types of dragons our party is going to visit the half-dragon village, a commune in the Dark Forest where half-dragons outcast by society have formed a colony/retreat.  

Black Dragons: The vile tempered and cruel of all evil dragons. They are sadistic, even preferring to eat sentient beings so they can enjoy their food suffering, and above all love cruelty and hurting others alongside ruin and misfortune. 

Green Dragons: The most cunning and treacherous of all evil dragons. They are master manipulators who revel in corrupting people and/or hoarding them like possessions. They enjoy bending others to their will, betraying/tricking others, lying, manipulation, and eating elves.  

So these sorts of dragons don’t seem like they would be very good parents or very good romantic partners so that begs a ‘how did that happen?’ For any green or black half dragon and the DM wasn’t sure, so I offered to come up with some back stories.

So if you like messed up back stories, here are our 3 Green Half-Dragons and 1 Black Half-Dragon and 1 White Half-Dragon 

Corradinus (Corry) Bognár

Race: Black Half-Dragon, Half-Human

(Warning: This is very dark. TW rape, death, torture, attempted infanticide/child abuse)

Corry’s mother, Lady Ravenna, was the daughter of a powerful noblemen whose father, Count Bognar rebelled against his league lord, the Duke, who then laid seigue to his keep. The war was made worse by flooding, which led to failed harvests and famine. With his people starving, Count Bagnar was forced to surrender and the Duke set fire to keep to teach the Count a lesson about rebellion. The Count’s family, along with a few trusted servants fled, eventually turning to the treacherous swamp lands for refuge from the Duke’s men.

It was there the dragon found them.

Cory’s father, Mergandevinsander, was a black dragon who lived in the dreaded swamp lands which surrounded Count Bognar’s land. Like all black dragons he was evil and sadistic. When he came upon the refuges he killed them. Slowly.

Ravenna watched as her mother was swallowed alive and her nurse-maid half melted by the dragon’s acid breathe. All the while the dragon taunted her of the pain he had in store for her. She tried to bargain with him, promising it the wealth of her father’s keep (and hoping to lead it to the Duke’s forces where one foe might destroy the other at least). The dragon agreed, if only give her false hope. When they returned to the keep it was a ruin and there was nothing there of value. Ravenna saw her father’s head mounted above what was left of the gate and lost all will to live.

“Just kill me” said Ravenna.

“No”

Rather than allowing her to escape her pain Mergandevinsander transformed himself into the likeness of the Duke and raped the girl.

The dragon made the ruins his home, and was soon joined by a band of kobolds who served him there, and kept the girl as a toy for a time. When Ravenna became pregnant he kept her under watch and had his kobolds care for her. He wanted to see her face when the she saw the thing she gave birth too.

When she was closer to the end of her pregnancy he let her go. Let her wander pregnant and cursed, unable to seek help without any who helped her seeing the thing growing inside her.

When her baby was born Ravenna was so horrified at the sight of it she through it into a river. Miraculously, or perhaps due to his black dragon heritage, the baby survived and was found by a Priest of Ilmater.

Given that Ilmater is the god of compassion. The clergy dedicated themselves to providing healing and succor to all in need, whatever the cost to themselves, as they believed life was sacred and that suffering to preserve it was holy. Given that, the priest had pity, even for a child such as this.  

With the baby was a scroll, a final letter from his mother asking his forgiveness for what she about to do and explaining the circumstances of his birth.

Corradinus was raised in a monastery as a cleric of Ilmater and later dedicated himself to learning combat so that he could defend the weak, specializing in non-lethal techniques and sparing his opponents pain where possible.

Class: One level of cleric, the rest Monk

Personality:

Although Black Dragons are knows for being the most evil-tempered and vile of all dragons, Dinus is perhaps the most sweet-tempered and kind of all half-dragons. He is generous, friendly and helpful. He is very devoted to his god Ilmater and tries to embody the tenant’s of his faith. He also enjoys the idea of being a dashing hero, favoring a rapier as his weapon and doing his best to be gallant and charming.

Appearance: Think Night-Crawler but black and with scales, and violet eyes 

Blerta Song

Race: Half Green Dragon, Half-Gnome

(Warning: Weird Kinks, Sexual Harassment)

Her father, Hamnet Von Kinky-Gnome, had a lot of fetishes (possibly all of them). Being a gnome was fortunate because one of his major kinks was larger women. He also had a thing for scales. It was very fortunate Hamnet lived in a world where larger creatures and sentient creatures with scales existed.

Unfortunately, most creatures don’t enjoy being fetishized, especially not by creepy gnomes.

In many ways, that’s why, the green dragon Verthandantalynx was perfect for Hamnet. When the villagers of Trenahess, who worshipped the green dragon, offered Hamnet as a sacrifice to her, his response was:

“vore me mommy”

Verthandantalynx found this incredibly creepy and off putting, and asked:

“Seriously?What is wrong with you?” 

Before clarifying that she wasn’t going to eat him if he was turned on by it (because that would be weird). He informed her that there wasn’t a thing she could do that wouldn’t turn him on. 

He then proceeded to tell her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she was in every way. Her vanity, and green dragons are very vain creatures, eventually overcame her discomfort. Although there was no challenge in bending the gnome to her will, having a willing and adoring pet seemed like it could be fun for awhile…

She she laid a clutch of tiny (for her) eggs and sent Hamnet away because he shouldn’t be anywhere near children. Only one of the eggs hatched and from that egg was born a baby green half-dragon. She gave the baby to her followers to raise, and they named her Blerta.

The dragon instructed her worshippers to raise Blerta and make sure ‘she doesn’t turn out like her father.’ So she was raised to be the most proper and pure maiden possible, and as a teenager was given a Paladan who was a member of the order Beloved of Lurue. These followers of the unicorn goddess Lurue take a vow of chastity, and the villagers figured that joining an all female order of virgins sworn to forsake earthly bonds would keep Blerta from turning out like her father. 

The Paladan, for her part, thought that adopting a tiny half-dragon girl sounded a lot better than being fed to much less tiny mother. As far as being captured by an evil dragon worshipping cult goes, adopting a teenage girl is not the worst outcome. 

Upon learning that the girl’s name was Blerta Song, the Cleric’s unicorn companion, Silver, suggested dropping by the bard’s college to get the girl music lessons, because ‘can you imagine a Bard named Blerta Song?’ 

Class: Paladan/Bard

Personality:  “Lurue teaches that life is there to be lived, and one should live it with zest and flair. Adventures and quests should be taken on a whim and life should be filled with good times and laughter.” Blerta enjoys singing with cute woodland creatures and writing songs about the forest. She is a bit vain, being raised as the sacred child of the dragon her village worshipped and can be bossy. She enjoys attention. However, the core of her religious devotion is goodness, kindness and chastity.  

Appearance: Chibi green dragon monster-girl 

Midori Takehiko

Race: Half-Green Dragon, Half-High Elf 

(Warning: Discussion of Sexuality, strong language)

Midori’s mother was an elven princess named Aoi, who was offered as a sacrifice to the Green Dragon Claugiyliamatar. While green dragons generally enjoy eating elves, Claugiyliamatar was intrigued by Aoi’s fearlessness and cunning. She saw in her a useful servant and the two became fast friends. 

In short, they were both cunning, manipulative bitches who likes the idea of power and freedom. Claugiyliamatar could transform a dragon into a human using magic and of all her kind was perhaps the most gifted at changing shape. She took Aoi as a lover, offering whatever form the elf princess preferred. Since Claugiyliamatar could shape shift, when Aoi suggested using a strap-on she simply altered anatomy. This led to a discussion about having children, which Aoi wanted as she liked the idea of having someone who would love her absolutely. 

So Midori was born to an evil interspecies lesbian couple and raised to be a cunning princess.

Class: Rogue Assassin/Monk 

Personality: Think Loki meets Azula

Appearance: Green Half-Dragon

Thanth Halen

(Half Green Dragon, Half-Human)

(Warning: None really, bad names and kidnapping I guess)

His father, Led Axle Halen, was a famous bard who toured across the land, beloved by all, and his music caught the attention of a Green dragon, Fll'Yissetat, who kidnapped him as her personal pet/music. She herself had once been held captive for a time and informed him that meant she ‘didn’t want to hear him complain about it.’ If he wanted for company, she could give it to him. Since he missed the company of his groupies, he agreed.  

Their offspring, Thanth, inherited more human characteristics. He is incredibly muscular and handsome. He also inherited his father’s musical talent. 

Class: Bard/Barbarian 

Personality: Viking God of Rock

Appearance: Muscular man with long hair, muscular arms, green dragon wings and horns like a green dragon. He is very sexy. 

Ed Snowflake 

Race: Half White Dragon, Half Orc

No one is quite sure how this happened, as white dragons are feral, vicious and basically animals famed for being really stupid for a dragon. Ed offers no clue as to how his parents met because Ed doesn’t seem to be able to speak. Or at least, if he can speak, he probably doesn’t know very many words.

Class: Barbarian

Personality: Think Ed the Hyena from the Lion King meets the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Toons 

Appearance: Imagine a white dragon crossed with an Orc. 

[zerohitpoints]

WHITCHTHORN

  Whitchthorn was the ruler of all the Fey living in Kryptgarden. When he was a prince, he lived with his spouse, the dryad Ishaldra, who balanced his evil inclination with her good nature. The Green Dragon Mask is recovered from the lair of Claugiyliamatar in Kryptgarden Forest. Old Gnawbones himself is injured while blows were struck against Thay, the Cult of the Dragon, and Zartruss hobgoblin…

[dzamie]

I know right Claugiyliamatar is great

She's a fantastic dragon. I would not want to meet her in person.

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

Claugiyliamatar! The dragon who dreamed of being a lord of Waterdeep with all that tasty drama, live in the hustle and bustle of the city, but sadly could never do so safely. So just settled for being a crime lord. She had the sheer audacity of pretending to be a silver dragon offering to kill her for a bounty. Did it, got the bounty, showed back up without disguise demanding twice that for trying to assassinate her. Bankrupted the guy and killed his family, and when the guards showed up to slay her in response they killed the green dragon who'd been trying to take over her territory instead. Though I mainly remember her because they got her to stop magically spying by building an entire fake noble court with endless drama. They invented the concept of the 24-7 soap opera channel to distract an Ancient dragon even the mighty Waterdeep couldn't stop, absolutely wonderful.

The green dragon just keeps getting pitted against plants. Adults are in the 20-80 foot (6-24 m) range. Green dragons are great at sweet talking, enjoy taking exceptional people into thier fold, have all sorts of wonderful emerald hues, and thier breath has a chlorine scent! Because it's chlorine gas, don't breathe too deep. Look, even the dragon god opposing them said that in some ways they're the most dragonlike of all dragons! Unfortunately that does include sweet talking and manipulation, and thier favorite targets to corrupt and/or devour are elves, so maybe be careful if you're an elf.

On the right, Dryad! The classic beauty of the woods, with entangling vines and powerful charming magic if you're into that thing! Granted, if they like you and you're into nature they might try to mentally dominate you either way. Note that they can't move far from their bonded tree though, so this is probably taking place in a forest.