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"Alright, sense there seems to be no more questions for Syzdothyx or the rest of the red dragons, we'll move on to our last chromatic dragon, the white."

With that the lovely and proud red dragon was replaced with white one. The one looked nothing short a vicious, already glaring at each child with nothing short of soul chilling hate.

"This is Laximyrkcion everyone. Anyway, one to general whites. Among the smallest and least intelligent (this got quite a nasty glare at him) of dragonkind, most white dragons are simply animalistic predators.Their faces express single-minded ferocity rather than the shrewdness of their more powerful kin.

The scales of a wyrmling white dragon glisten like mirrors. As the dragon ages, the sheen disappears, and by very old age, scales of pale blue and light gray are mixed in with the white. A white dragon is distinguished by a beaked, crested head and is accompanied by a crisp, faintly chemichal odor.

White dragons' lairs are usually icy caves and deep subterranean chambers that open away from the warming rays of the sun. They store all of their treasure within the lair, preferably in caverns coated in ice, which reflects the gems. White dragons are especially fond of diamonds.

Although white dragons, as all others, are able to eat nearly anything, they are very particular and will consume only food that has been frozen. Usually a dragon devours a creature killed by its breath weapon while the carcass is still stiff and frigid. It buries other kills in snowbanks until they are suitably frozen.

White dragons' natural enemies are frost giants, who kill the dragons for food and armor and capture them to use as guards.

White dragons prefer sudden assaults, swooping down from aloft or bursting from beneath water, snow, or ice. They loose their breath weapon, then try to knock out a single opponent with a follow-up attack.
A white dragon has one type of breath weapon, a cone of cold. They also have the ability of Icewalking, Freezing Fog, Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Wall of Ice and Control Weather.

Finally, wyrmlings are tiny, very young are small, young and juvenile are medium, young adults and adults are large, mature adults, old, very old, and ancient are all huge, and wyrms and great wyrms are gargantuan."

By this point the dragon behind him looked nothing short of murderous! She spread her wings and roared at the top of her lungs before taking in a deep breath and, sure enough before anything else, used her breath weapon upon Salem, the icey breath not so much as cooling the air nor causing a breeze. It did however look quite scary.

Salem looked over his shoulder annoyed before speaking to the dragon. "Laximyrkcion! Behave. Gairbith over there has killed dragons far more formitable then you."

It seemed odd to threaten the life of something that was nothing but a memory, but it seemed to have worked. The white dragon was looking nervously at the much larger chaos dragon laying near by. Seems white dragons really weren't the brightest of dragons...

Gairbith couldn't help but smile, knowing very well what Salem was doing. Desiding to back up his friend he raised his head from it's lazy perch on his wrists and narrowed his glowing eyes, growling softly as he beared his sharp fangs. His odd wings spread themselves to make him look even bigger then he already was as he snarled before quieting down and silently glaring at the smaller white dragon. As friendly and kind as the scared up dragon had been it seemed he could be quite fearsome when he wanted. Judging by all the scars covering his body, he wasn't bluffing about his strength in the least.

Salem turned his attention back to the students as he saw the white dragon slowly back up to the side of the circle he was trapped within farthest from Gairbith. "So! Any questions about white dragons?"

Salem banished the white dragon then to be replaced by a new one. "Next we move on to the brass dragon. This is our fist Metallic dragon. His name is Fellithysaar." He motioned up to the old dragon.

Fellithysaar was even more scarred up then Salem or his dragon friend. He'd apparently been in many battles. He smiled warmly down at the class, though there was a sort of sad air about him. "Hello everyone..." Rummbled his deep voice. This dragon was obviously far more friendly then the others they had seen so far.

Salem continued then, a small smile touching his lips, knowing he was half way done and past the hard part. "Brass dragons are talkative and have supple, expressive lips. They may have useful information, but usually share it only after long rambling and hinting for a gift.

At birth, a brass dragon’s scales are a dull, mottled brown. As the dragon gets older, the scales become more brassy until they reach a warm, burnished appearance. The grand head-plates of a brass dragon are smooth and metallic, and it sports bladed chin horns that grow sharper with age. Wings and frills are mottled green toward the edges, darkening with age. As the dragon grows older, its pupils fade until the eyes resemble molten metal orbs.

Brass dragons love intense, dry heat and spend most of their time basking in the desert sun. They are accompanied by a tangy metallic or sandy odor. They lair in high caves, preferably facing east to enjoy the morning warmth, and their territories always contain several spots where they can sunbathe and trap unwary travelers in conversation.

Brass dragons can and will eat almost anything if the need arises, but normally consume very little. They are able to get nourishment from the morning dew, a rare commodity in their habitat, and have been seen carefully lifting it off plants with their long tongues.

Because they share the same habitat, blue dragons are brass dragons' worst enemies. The larger blues have the advantage in one-on-one confrontations, so brass dragons usually try to evade them until they can rally their neighbors for a mass attack.

Brass dragons would rather talk than fight. If an intelligent creature tries to leave without engaging in conversation, the dragon might force compliance in a fit of pique, using suggestion or a dose of sleep gas. A creature put to sleep may wake to find itself pinned or buried to the neck in the sand until the dragon’s thirst for small talk is slaked. When faced with real danger, younger brass dragons fly out of sight, then hide by burrowing into the sand. Older dragons spurn this ploy but still prefer to have the advantage in combat. A brass dragon has two types of breath weapon, a line of fire and a cone of sleep. Their spell-like abilities include speak with animals, endure elements, suggestion, control winds, and control weather. They can also summon a Djinni.

Lastly, Wyrmlings are small, very young and young are medium, jeveniles and young adults are large, adults, mature adults old and very old are all huge, and finally ancient, wyrm, and great wyrms are gargantuan. So. Any questions about brass dragons?" Salem finished.

The full grown brass dragon behind him mearly chuckled as he listened to the cat-man explain the basics of his own race. The great wyrm seemed to be quite amused by the whole thing.

The dragon smiled it's destinctive smile as turned to look down at the twins, even turning his whole body to face him. "Well!" The dragon chirped happily.

The Cat-man snickered, smirking at the twins. "You asked for it..."

"We love pretty things to be sure, but our favorite things are good bits of gossip! You have no idea how hard it is to find someone to talk to out in our desert homes and any information about far off lands is always a treat! The jucier the tid bit the better. If you're looking to give us something a little more physical, a scroll with a good some rare information or spell on it would be lovely. If you can't find an ancient scroll then there is a far cheaper alternative that is always quite refreshing. Bring morning dew. Morning dew is very hard to find in the desert and tastes so wonderful! Gather that till you have... About a barrel full should do and it will make a wonderful gift!" The dragon babbled freely, all while Salem smirked knowingly.

The dragon smiled. "I am a memory little one. That means I have everything I ever knew with me all the time. I can taste the morning dew any time I wish." The large reptile comforted before turning his attention to the rest of the class. "Is there any other questions for me or shall we allow Salem to continue with his class?" The dragon chirped brightly.

The catfolk smiled lightly up at the dragon. Ah... This was much nicer then working with all the other dragons he had already introduced. Much, much nicer...