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Sailors tell of a storm that appeared out of nowhere, a swirling vortex of black and violet that swallowed ships whole. Some say they saw a figure standing at the center, calm as the eye of the storm, holding a lantern that burned with golden light. Others insist he was perched on a floating barrel, sipping rum as the winds howled around him. Survivors say their lives were spared because they sang a shanty he liked, but the song changes in every retelling.

There’s talk of a glowing portal opening on the horizon, revealing an island of unimaginable riches. Crews who chased it swore they saw a man with dragon-like eyes standing on the shore, beckoning them closer. Yet, when they arrived, the island was gone, and so was their cargo. A few claim he left a single silver coin in its place—a coin heavier than a cannonball and etched with symbols no one can decipher.

A captain once boasted that he could best the dragon in combat, and, as if summoned by the words, a figure stepped through the mist that same night. Some say the captain fought bravely and lost, his sword vanishing along with the dragon. Others claim he was spared because he refused to draw his blade, but his ship’s rudder was shattered, leaving him stranded for weeks. No two sailors agree on what the figure looked like, only that he laughed as he disappeared.

One ship claims to have been stopped dead in calm waters, its crew frozen in place as if caught in a dream. They saw a figure walking across the deck, inspecting the cargo, but no one could move to stop him. When he vanished, so did half their provisions. The cook later swore he heard laughter coming from the empty barrel where their best rum had been stored.

A fisherman once returned to port with a golden feather he claimed was given to him by a strange traveler who asked for a piece of his catch. Some who touched the feather claimed it hummed with power; others said it crumbled to dust the moment they laid eyes on it. The fisherman disappeared the following day, his boat found drifting empty miles from shore.

In a dilapidated tavern, old-timers tell of a coin that Zhao Yue once tossed to a barkeep as payment. Some say the coin was too heavy to lift; others swear it glowed faintly and whispered secrets to those who touched it. The bartender was found the next morning, his tavern burned to the ground, the coin nowhere to be seen. No two versions of the story agree on how it ended, but all who hear it leave the table with a shiver.

A merchant ship docked at a bustling port once found its logbook altered, with entries written in an elegant, unknown script. The crew laughed it off until they discovered an unfamiliar bottle of rum in the captain’s quarters, still sealed. The captain drank from it and fell into a deep sleep filled with visions of a dragon soaring over endless waves. When he woke, the bottle was gone, replaced by a single purple scale that no one dared to touch.

⦿ A mysterious, enigmatic dragon that is nigh unbeatable both in charisma and looks.

⦿ Roleplay as anything, have fun with him.

⦿ Set in the 1560s, Zhao Yue is just a "humble" noble resting at the dock, or is he?

tags: dragon, dilf, daddy, bara, , deity, pecs, mysterious, Paragons of Power.