Ignivomous

Titles: Harbinger of the Scorched Cataclysm

Domains: Elemental (Fire)

Symbol: A circle of blackened, interlocking dragon scales, with a core of glowing red embers.

Alignment: NE

Power Rating: Greater

Realms: The Charred Throne

Dragon Type: Chromatic - Black

Ignivomous, with smoldering scales darker than the void and eyes like molten gold, embodies the raw force of volcanic fury and the merciless nature of fire. His wings unfurl like billowing smoke clouds, and his voice rumbles like an avalanche of embers, commanding obedience and inciting terror.

Ignivomous's origin is steeped in the molten fury of the world's infancy. Legend has it that the world's first volcano, known as the Crucible Peak, was the womb from which he emerged, a cataclysmic event that shaped the very foundations of the world. As the mountain ruptured with the force of creation itself, Ignivomous roared into existence, his scales the embodiment of the volcanic rock and his veins coursing with magma.

From the moment of his inception, the air around him crackled and hissed, superheated by his mere presence. His eyes, aglow with the yellow-orange light of molten rock, became a symbol of dread, foretelling ruin and devastation. His breath, capable of igniting the atmosphere, was a weapon of catastrophic proportions, and his roar could split the earth, causing rivers of lava to gush forth as easily as a dragon’s sigh.

His growth was marked by the destruction of landscapes, the creation of new landmasses, and the extinguishing of countless lives. As he matured, so too did his mastery over the destructive elements that had given him life. He became a deity not by the worship of the masses but by the sheer indomitable force of nature that he wielded. His might was such that even Tiamat, the Dragon Queen with her chromatic might, regarded Ignivomous with a wary respect reserved for an equal rather than a subordinate.

In the centuries that followed, Ignivomous’s name became synonymous with the primal force of the planet's fiery core. To speak his name was to invoke the raw power of creation and destruction in the same breath. His legend is told in hushed tones, often as a cautionary tale — a reminder of the untamed and indomitable forces that lie just beneath the crust of the world, and of the dragon deity who is one with these forces, capable of unleashing them with a thought, an embodiment of the world’s fiery heart made sentient.

"The Emberfall Edict" is recorded in the annals of history as one of the most devastating natural disasters ever to befall a civilization. It is said that Ignivomous, upon witnessing the hubris of a flourishing empire that claimed dominion over fire, became wrathful. The civilization, known as the Solaeris Dominion, had built their society around the exploitation of geothermal energy, delving too greedily and too deep into the sacred grounds that Ignivomous considered his divine forge.

As the Solaeris Dominion reached the zenith of their power, their influence and settlements spread like wildfire, and their arcane rituals and machinations tampered with the very veins of the world's molten blood. The rituals were perceived as a direct affront to Ignivomous's dominion over the earth’s fiery bowels. In his fury, the black dragon deity spoke the Emberfall Edict, a proclamation of ruin and a decree of obliteration upon the Solaeris Dominion.

The skies darkened as the volcano that cradled Ignivomous’s heart erupted in an explosion that tore the heavens asunder. A torrential downpour of embers cascaded from the sky, a manifestation of Ignivomous’s incandescent anger, scorching everything in its relentless path. The mountains belched forth a torrent of lava that was relentless in its advance, swallowing cities whole, encasing them in eternal tombs of igneous rock. Rivers boiled away, forests became charnel houses, and the sky itself seemed to weep ash for days without end.

In the wake of the calamity, the once-fertile land had been transformed into the Cinder Wastes, a vast expanse of blackened earth, smoldering fissures, and jagged volcanic glass. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and the echo of a thousand lost souls. The very essence of the land had been altered; where there was once life, there was now only desolation. The Solaeris Dominion was no more, reduced to whispers on the scalding winds and shadows beneath the layers of soot and ash.