When Dealing with Dragons.

As concerns dragons there are but a few simple rules:
1. Never touch a dragon’s young.
2. Never disturb a dragon’s sleep.
3. Never — and I mean never — look a dragon directly in the eyes.

Now generally speaking those rules apply to every cast. There are, however, exceptions — rules that only ever really apply to a specific breed.

For example:

Tenebraks. You never ever bother a Tenebrak during its ritual of star-singing; unless, of course, you really don’t care about your eyes and ears. Tenebraks are Black dragons, also known as the Kings of Ice and Snow — and they’re fiercely protective over their nocturnal practices of star worship, which is why for centuries they have shied from the world of men. Their dwellings are deep within the Winterange, along some of the sheerest and furthest peaks climbing north. So deep are their dwellings, in fact, and so far removed, that if you were to ever come across a Tenebrak it would be because you knowingly ventured into its domain. And to venture into the Hoarfrost Mountains uninformed? — Well then you venture there looking for trouble. One shriek from a Tenebrak will cause your ears to burst, a second and your eyes will implode. Consider this your warning.

Thangors. Now with Thangors never make a promise you don’t fully intend on keeping — lie to one and you may very well lose your firstborn. They call it the Price of Falsehood. For Thangors are very serious about the pacts they make with mortals, and they are nothing if not anal about seeing every term fulfilled, every line and every quota. For by an oath, it is said, they themselves are bound. They are of the cast of Blue, the dragons of the Rings of Fire, known to all in the volcanic regions of the world as the Givers of the Blue Flame of Breath. For if not for Thangors the 5th Thunder would certainly be without a Wielder. But Thangors are friends to this world, as few other creatures dare or even care to claim; they have given much of themselves through the years in defense of men. But as with all allies, they must be tended or risk offense. And once a Thangor is offended, there is but one way to pacify his scorn: an offering of his choosing, which, as already stated, can prove very costly. So be forewarned. To enter a contract with a Thangor is to put your very children up as collateral. So keep your word with a Blue. Your word is everything. And once given, a word should never lose its hold.

And then there are the Taragons, and here only one rule matters: RUN, run lest you be devoured and in its wake watch all things burn. For Taragons are Red, they are fire, and they are the great Waster of Might and Men. Taragons are ruthless. They offer no quarter to the defenseless. They know not mercy. A woman’s wails are simply music, and char and smoke are sweet perfume. And their dominion is wherever their wings will take them. But give a Taragon jewels and you just might have a weakness. Grant him drink and you just might have a tool. For at the heart Taragons value most power: they are the monarchs of the sky and the world their footstool. And nothing says power to a Taragon more than glitter and gold, and of course the ale he wants to drink to his own greatness. Perhaps this is why they’re nearly extinct. Power breeds greed and drink dumbs the senses, fueled by both and the Tarragons have nearly killed each other off. But nearly is by no means completely. Oh rest assured; the Tarragons will rise again in numbers. Red will one day streak across the sky, and woe will one day ring throughout the land. Evil never really goes away; it comes back while we are sleeping.

Inkling #21:

What is the Seven Thunders? It is winged creatures of such glory and dread. And Ashgog the Terrible come down from his bed. For the death of all Blues and the mastery of all Blacks — to the spoils goes the Waster, if he but leads his Mancer Maags back.