Pentelia - Mother of All Dragons

One of the first Dragons to be created by Cedhelieth and the Tharameni, Pentelia and her kin were intended to be used as weapons against Mindoriel and her dark forces in the Sibling War, during the Age of Creation. For the first centuries of war, Pentelia and her kin were a force of reckoning that held back the worst of the tides of Mindoriel, battling her monstrosities in the sea and air. Yet incessant war frayed the spirit of Pentelia, who had known naught but death since her inception. The whispers of Mindoriel filled her mind with doubt and fear, and the timed usefulness of Pentelia, who would be promised death by the Tharameni, doomed to a mortal life when the battles against Mindoriel were finished. The Dark Divine instead promised Pentelia and her kin immortality and endless life, should they join her side in her crusade to eradicate the Tharameni’s mortals from Minera. Pentelia accepted her offer, convincing much of her kin to do the same. Thus the schism of the Dragons almost changed the fate of the war, until the intervention of Minera herself brought it to its end, slaying Mindoriel’s Spawn and freezing her at the world’s most southern reaches. Pentelia was spared from this annihilation, though captured by the Tharameni, who cursed her. Hewed to her form was the heads of each of her kin, those whom she slayed in her schism, be they her allies or foes. Their memories became melded with hers, and together they formed the five headed serpent sung of in legend today, the Mother of All Dragons. Pentelia’s mind has fractured among the heads she now possesses, and while her consciousness is solely her own, it is entwined with the memories and deaths she bears as part of her curse, each head slipping between her own personality and theirs. The Dragons that remained loyal to the Tharameni sealed Pentelia away beneath the sands, in ruins constructed by the desert dwelling Beremeni. There her seal was guarded by their greatest warriors, though as time passed on, memory of its seal, and the minds of the dragons that guarded it, faded. Seroca’s Shroud had stolen it from history, and knew that one day Pentelia would be unsuspectedly unleashed on Tharador once again, embroiling the land in fire and chaos.