- The Dragonborn found the convergence to be uniquely stressful. When magic suddenly flowed back into their world, the acid glands in their throat, naively thought to be a vestigial digestive system, suddenly sparked into hot flame. The other races of Erff had already given them something of a wide berth, and suddenly transforming into flame-spewing beasts could in no way improve their reputation. Fortunately, the Convergence brought a whole host of new problems to deal with, and by and large most folks tend to side with the giant fearsome flame-spewing monsters they know over the unknown monsters lurking out in the darkness.
- Many Dragonborn have taken up an itinerant lifestyle, moving from place to place in great caravans or on wide river raft-fleets. Some do so in order to search for the dwellings of their distant cousins, true Dragons. The beasts are notoriously reclusive (something that most races are quite glad of), and in the Convergence all existing records of lairs became worthless, so these dragon-seekers serve the dual purpose of attempting to unlock hidden secrets of their race and also of updating the local settlements’ cartographic information.
- Other Dragonborn choose a life on the move because they’re just not entirely sure they fit into mammal society1. Sure, most of their neighbors are reasonably friendly, but can you really trust something that doesn’t have scales and massive chompy teeth?
- Dragonborn who are settled tend to replicate the roles they held back on Erff, be it serving in the military, working in universities and technical institutions, or pursuing statesmanship and leading nations. They’re the Eladrins’ chief competition in the popularity contests of politics. Settled Dragonborn of lesser ambitions tend to acclimate to one of the more recent subcultures, such as the mage-punk movement, or become followers of whichever popular band or singer the Eladrin have churned out lately.
- Few people seem to notice that Dragonborn do indeed have tails. Big ones, in fact. Why the Dragonborn that have recently graced the art in popular broadsheets and books of engravings have been forced to hide their tails is unknown. Perhaps there’s some grand anti-tail conspiracy buried deep in the publishing industry.
- (Current gnome-spawned conspiracy theory holds that Tieflings are stealing Dragonborn tails for their own usage. It would certainly explain the, uh, girth and reptilian appearance of the aforementioned tails…)
- No wings, though. Although Dragonborn do possess rudimentary vestigial limbs where the shoulderblades would be in most races, the reintroduction of magic into their systems has not caused wings to miraculously sprout from their bodies. Not yet, at any rate.
- Like their true Dragon cousins, female Dragonborn are the larger and heavier of the two sexes, often blow for blow stronger than their male counterparts as well. However, their scales tend to be muted, dull colors. Males have much brighter scales and their frills, horns and decorative plates are much larger than females’. Males also have an instinctive command of dance, while females generally lack rhythm.
- Like most modern species, the average Dragonborn’s abilities are a result of a combination of their physical features and cultural training. The Dragonborn have large frames and extremely dense muscular tissue, far in excess of most mammals, earning them a +2 to Strength without even needing to work it that much. Their Errfly culture emphasized learning, cooperation and the acquisition of enough diplomatic acumen to convince your squishy, ape-like neighbors that living peacefully with a race of massive chompy reptiles is a good idea, netting them +2 Charisma. In the Converged world, though, the reintroduction of magic into their systems and the necessary itinerancy of the chaotic wilds has prompted many of them to shift their focus to another area of their body or mind. (See House Rule G for more information.)
- Dragonborn can only breathe fire. If you want to spit electricity or something, go find a blue dragon and ask them how they do it.
- Dragonborn are “large”, a hypothetical state of being that does not confer any actual distinctions except in the realm of armor fitting and whether or not you’re likely to bang your head on the top frames of doors.
1 Note that Dragonborn are technically mammals themselves; females gestate young for a number of months before laying them as an egg, and later nurse with their prominent mammary structures. The aforementioned mammaries are heavily armored – young dragonborn emerge from their shells with a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Did I mention I did a few years study on Dragonborn anatomy back in university? Oh, it was a stimulating time, it was. If I were you, young one, I’d be sure to keep your gizzard well-stocked with only the finest in rough objects, although I’ve heard wonderful things about this new advance in consumption technique known as “chewing”. In any event, if you’ve made your choice, please decide on an occupation to pursue as an adult. If not, please return to Worlds or Sentient Beings.