The Wyrmcaller LG

In the time before kingdoms, before men tamed the land with steel and fire, the world belonged to the Great Wyrms. Ancient dragons, with wisdom as vast as the sky and rage as deep as the abyss, ruled uncontested. Their bones became the mountains, their breath the storms, their spirits eternal—resting beneath the earth, waiting for the call to rise once more.

Then came the Wyrmcaller.

Once a man, once mortal, he was chosen by forces beyond his comprehension. Marked by death, he wandered the ruins of forgotten empires, his soul twisted by whispers from the bones of long-fallen dragons. The pact was sealed in blood and fire—his body no longer his own, his voice no longer human. The skulls of ancient wyrms encircled him, their jaws forever open in silent screams. Through him, they would speak. Through him, they would awaken.

With each incantation, the ground trembled, and the long-dead dragons stirred in their graves. Their spirits clawed through the veil, their bones rattling against time’s grip. His voice, a harbinger of ruin, could summon the wrath of creatures that should have remained buried in legend. Kings feared him, sorcerers sought him, and the world whispered his name in terror—the Wyrmcaller

Some say he wanders still, a silver token of his power left in the wake of his summoning. A warning. A prophecy.

For when the Wyrmcaller speaks again, the sky will blacken with wings, and the Age of Man will end.

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