On the Ecology of the Mud Dragon

You all play Mud Dragons, the generally inferior but more survivable cousins of the big guys, up to some sort of hijinks such as: stealing candy from children, fighting over shiny glass beads, having a farting contest, trying to capture a princess, or building a flying machine.

Except for the GM, of course, who pretty much just exists to make your life miserable.
Dragons are great creatures, majestic, wise, and magical, possessed of great treasures, fiery breath, jeweled scales, ferocious appetites, and knowledge beyond the ken of mortal man. Once, they soared through the airs over the land, leaving shadows miles long, devouring whole herds of sheep and cows, kidnapping princesses, demanding tribute from even the greatest of kings and the mightiest of sorcerers.

Unfortunately, not even regarding such trivialities as the square-cube law, the local ecology could scarcely support such gargantuan megafauna, let alone one that reproduced in clutches! Food pressure has driven such the great beasts to near or total extinction, leaving only a few hibernating on the highest mountaintops, deep beneath the earth, and at the bottom of the sea.

In truth, what with the industrialization and rationalization and possibly other -alizations, there is little place for the dragons of old within the modern world.


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