Laurent

There was a small, prosperous Kingdom, renowned especially for its smithing. Masterworks, forged within the capitol's walls, were like nothing previously seen. Their secret lie beneath those walls, underneath the palace itself. There lay a magnificent dragon, sleeping. It was bound in golden chains, and its power crept from it and imbued all around it. Forges burned with dragonfire, and harvests were strong and bountiful, livestock large and healthy.

However, the farther away you went from the capitol, the fewer the blessings came, until it dwindled completely on the outskirts. 

It was enough for some, but not enough for the king. Why should their blessings not go further? Why should their kingdom not spread. How best to expand that power they held in the center?

A decision was made to use the dragon's body for its power.

So the royal guards were tasked with slaying the dragon: it's scales would become their shields, its claws their swords. Wherever the king's guard moved, they would bring the dragon's blessing with them.

And this did work : for a time.

Each knight could feel the power of the dragon in their new gear. But Laurent, captain of the guard + always ambitious, felt something a little more- in the dead of night, he snuck back down to the dragons corpse and ate its heart.

For all of them. They noticed a change- they could spread the blessings of the dragon with them as they ventured out. And it was no longer resigned to the kingdom itself. But as time grew on, the effect became more localized. Soon it was just a small area around each Knight, rather than massive spread it used to have. Afraid that the power was dwindling, the King searched for some way to enhance the ability.

Sacrifices were made, and the power was enhanced- the knights fought each other, and their blood made the victors stronger. And with their new strength, the knights themselves began to change- those in armor found themselves growing cold and scaled, Those with swords found themselves with claws and fangs. And there was the hunger for more power, more strength- their minds were no longer focused on the kingdom, but on strengthening themselves.

The knights banded together, and with their draconic strength, over threw the capital city. But then the infighting increased- who would be the one to live where the dragon once lay, receive what blessings may remain? As the fighting spread, this once prosperous kingdom, fell to discord.

The greed of the dragon was greatest in Laurent, and he felt satisfied, for he knew the others could never be as blessed as him- for there was only one heart, and he had consumed it whole.

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Anyway, etc etc, he basically becomes a feral dragon, living in a kingdom of ruin, etc etc he lives alone in a collapsed castle slowly regaining his senses, etc etc, maybe someone tries 2 slay him, but he tries 2 convince them he’s a person, etc etc, who knows