Memrenth, the ancient prime dragon and patriarch of the frosty White Dragons, looms as a shadowy figure in the annals of Midora's history. Known by some as "the Lonely Wind," his presence evokes both awe and fear among those who dare to speak his name. Born from the divine breath of the celestial dragon matriarch Azyroth, Memrenth was once revered as a friend and mentor to the people of Vindrik, a city of arcane wealth that stood proud in the northern reaches of Rivermond.
In ages past, Memrenth would often assume his humanoid form and walk among the citizens of Vindrik, sharing his wisdom and knowledge of the arcane. He formed close bonds with many of the city's inhabitants, teaching them the secrets of magic and guiding them in their pursuits. However, tragedy struck when Vindrik fell to ruin, swallowed by the death-infested swamps that now make up the accursed Highmarsh. Devastated by the loss of his friends and the destruction of the city he once called home, Memrenth's heart turned cold with bitterness and resentment. He retreated to the icy peaks of the small mountain ranges north of Rivermond, where he brooded in solitude, nursing his grievances against the mortal world.
Over the centuries, Memrenth's once-friendly demeanor twisted into something far more malevolent. He became known for his disdain towards mortals, harboring a deep-seated hatred that festered within him like a festering wound. Many sought to avoid his wrath, for tales of his ferocity and power spread far and wide across the land. Despite his bitterness, Memrenth's mastery over the elements and his vast knowledge of magic made him a coveted prize for adventurers and scholars alike. Some brave souls ventured into the icy depths of his lair, hoping to learn from his wisdom or to uncover the secrets of his power. Few returned to tell the tale, their accounts speaking of a cunning and formidable foe whose rage knew no bounds.
Legends speak of a way to gain Memrenth's favor, whispering of his soft spot for those with great magical potential or a deep reverence for the natural world. Yet, such tales remain shrouded in mystery, and few dare to put them to the test. For Memrenth remains a solitary figure, a vengeful guardian of his icy domain, a threat to any who dare to cross his path.