The dwarven smiths of Tharenhold have a saying: "Without Arvakh's fire, all you have is iron." The first king of dragons was a friend to both titans. His breath did not burn. It transformed. Under his flame ordinary ore became aurite, the living gold that remembers every strike of the hammer.
In the Age of the Seven Crowns, Arvakh flew every year to the great forge carved inside the mountain. The dwarves waited for that day like a festival. Smiths from all seven kingdoms set their crucibles along the channels, and the dragon king lit them all with a single breath.
When Vaerun and Malakor turned against each other, Arvakh chose freedom. He stood with Vaerun. He paid for it with everything: his dynasty lost the mountains and the dragon sanctuaries fell silent.
He was last seen above the Dragon Gate on the night the Seven Crowns fell. He flew west, low over the sea, one wing pierced by a black spear. Officially he was declared dead.
The smiths know better. Sometimes, when the heat in a sixth-level forge burns especially clean, the metal starts humming a melody nobody taught it. Bromek swears it is Arvakh's song. Nobody believes him. Nobody can explain either where the golden dragon head on those forges came from, since no smith ever cast it.
Today dragons hatch in the valleys again. Rhazir, Aeralis and Velith do not remember their king. Their eggs, though, are warm, as if someone were warming them from very far away.
A legend of the world of Crownforge. Game features are described with their status on the other pages.
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