Parliament Dragon

Secluded Seekers of Wisdom

An enigmatic being forged by time and experience, the Parliament is an accumulation of history in tangible form. Armed with the memories of many lives past, these dragons use their vast knowledge to act as advisors to those in need, discriminating not between a king upon a throne or a vagrant upon the road. So long as one has wisdom to barter, the Parliament is happy to advise, and those with particularly valuable information may find themselves in the dragon’s good graces. 

Lives Past. The most curious part of a Parliament dragon are the manners of its death and birth, which are intrinsically tied. When one of these dragons finally expires, its matter scatters to reform and coalesce in the future, birthing a new young Parliament. From the moment it first opens its many eyes, the dragon hears the voices of all of its past lives, echoing within itself in a never ending cacophony of sound. Yet it is this noise that grants the Parliament their near infinite knowledge and wisdom, as they can eventually “Hold Court” with their previous incarnations. 

Grand Advisors. It comes as no surprise that Parliament dragons are often called upon in times of need for the vast knowledge stored within the dragon's memories. Anything and everything from military tactics to the tastes of ancient wines to lost languages can be granted, in exchange for a simple yet impossible price; new knowledge. Those who can present the Parliament and its many lives with wholly new information can ask for anything they desire, for such information is more valuable to the dragon than any treasure. 

Hoarding Information. In place of glittering jewels or lavish coins, a Parliament values only wisdom and its application. It finds those that horde riches, particularly Crowfathers, to be materialistic and vain. Much of its time is devoted to the collection of and conservation of its gathered knowledge, leading them to often reside in grand libraries filled with pages recording the dragon’s understandings, often bookmarked by the dragon’s own feathers. Though a Parliament is amenable to sharing its findings, those who seek to steal from it are met by a fury beyond comprehension as the weight of centuries of obsession crashes upon them like a heavy gavel. 

Silence hangs amidst the towering shelves as you step deeper into the grand library. Endless corridors seem to span in every direction, books of all sizes and ages surrounding you on all sides. Just when you notice that every tome seems to have the same shimmering bookmark within its pages a mellow voice creeps its way into your mind, “welcome, welcome. Please, don’t mind the mess.” Even without sound, you begin to peer upwards, just in time to catch glittering eyes piercing the darkness above. Two, then four, then twenty, blinking out of sync with one another as they begin to descend towards the floor. “Now, how may I be of assistance today?”