Hakkon Wintersbreath
Vengence is boiling, he's returned to kill the light, listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon!
AKA:
The Drakkon
A Dragon, but not Always a Dragon
Hakkon Wintersbreath is the Avvar god of war and winter. He is the son of their primary god, Korth, and one of the three consistent gods of their complicated and constantly shifting pantheon, along with his father and the Lady of the Skies. 800 years ago, during the Second Blight, a rogue sect of Avvar called the Jaws of Hakkon forsook the other gods to solely worship their destructive namesake. They summoned him, used magic to trap his spirit in the body of a dragon, and planned to turn him loose on the Orlesian Empire. Considering that this unholy combination that I dubbed the Drakkon would be comparable in strength to the Archdemon they were already contending with, Emperor Drakon dispatched the last Inquisitor, Ameridan, to stop the plan. My predecessor was unable to kill the Drakkon, but was able to use time magic to freeze both of them in place for centuries. During this time, the rest of the Avvar, not knowing what had happened, continued to worship Hakkon despite him being unable to answer their prayers in his usual fashion. Skipping ahead to the current Inquisition, a new group of Jaws had found their way into the sealed ruins where the pair still sat, and attempted to enact their ancestors’ original plan of unleashing devastation. Unfortunately for them, I was on the case, and my companions and I stopped their scheme, but not before they had disrupted Ameridan’s spell enough to release the Drakkon. Confused and cranky, which is understandable after being unceremoniously awoken from the longest nap in history, the beast flew off and turned a large chunk of the nearby Cloudcap Lake to solid ice. We pursued him, defeated the Drakkon, and released the spirit of Hakkon. Which I solemnly hope isn’t going to come back to haunt us in the future, but I think we can all agree that it had to be done.
{This entry is the first time I’ve seen “Drakkon” and “Drakon” next to each other. Oh, well, I’m sure that the Orlesians will recognize that the extra “k” and the use of the article “the” is plenty to distinguish the two and won’t take it as an insult to the founder of their nation. They’re always so calm and understanding about such things. -Sam}
