“Gone are the Oldwyrms. Forever gone are the days when dragons flew proudly in the sky in great flights, impressing all the world with their magnificent countenance. But the dragons themselves are not gone. They live in us. Their greatest and most successful children of all. It is us, the Klaxxa, that of all draconic races have retained the spirit of our ancestors the most, in all its grandeur and diversity. It thus falls to us to recapture the glory of the Oldwyrms, with our intelligence and our craft. Where volcanoes once bellowed with ash and flame, ignited by the great Fire Drakes, now manufactories will exhume fumes that reach the sky. Where flew Storm Drakes, now will fly dirigibles, zeppelins and other flying engines, held aloft by burning air. Headlands and shores shaped by Sea Drakes will now be shaped by iron-bound steamships. And it is by these means that we, step by step, invention after invention, will rebuild the Oldwyrms' empire. With every contraption devised, with every machine constructed, the golden dream draws nearer and nearer. And we have come far. Korddraigen sees, we have come far.”
- - Lord High Admiral Rekan-Lax to the workers of the Arkenholdt Docking Spires
