Zar Zaradan Zaur

Known by many grand titles, the Most High, the Lord of the Stars, the Maker of Lights, the Awoken and Father of Fire, **Zar Zaradan Zaur** is the supreme deity at the head of the Drakkari pantheon. No accepted earthly depiction of him exists, as it is believed that any work made of mortal hands cannot truly match the majesty of his divinity and would therefore only slight him. Yet, in written and oral traditions, Zaradan is described as a titanic wyrm many times the size of the world, with four wings, eight limbs and twelve heads; the names of which are inscribed below:

* *Mahabar:* The Head of Light and first of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Rakarva:* The Head of Flame and second of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Soro’kar:* The Head of Life and third of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Reyma:* The Head of Dreams and fourth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Bontor:* The Head of Fate and fifth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Nokor:* The Head of Sight and sixth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Zalasin:* The Head of Spirits and seventh of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Hamirak:* The Head of Mirth and eighth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Forathir:* The Head of Time and ninth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Arozun:* The Head of Colour and tenth of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Lituran:* The Head of Sound and eleventh of Zaradan’s heads.
* *Jai’suwa:* The Head of Heavens and twelfth of Zaradan’s heads.

## Myth

### The Beginning of the Ages

In legend, Zaradan’s saga begins in a time before time itself, far beyond memory and perception. For before there was a sky, before there was shadow or light, or land or sea, there was Zaradan, and the universe was his cavern. Through aeons, he slept dreaming of the wonders he would create, he dreamt every world and star, every soul and being, until from his mind there lifted a light his breath rent asunder in eight strands that became the Eight Worlds of the universe. Soon after his eight great children were born, each one from a different head, but still Zaradan slept, so Gadesa, seventh of his sons, gathered ice from the corners of the void within his father's cavern, and Nakir'zulan, the second son, carved it into a magnificent horn that Undala, the sixth son, blew such a blast through it that all the winds of the universe were first let loose into being, awakening Zaradan at last.

When he rose, Zaradan widened his wings heavy with ages of thick dust and scattered it far across the universe. This dust became the stars that filled the cosmos who Zaradan with his breath endowed with ever-shining light. Then, as his children ventured to fill creation with their marvels he began to craft the boundless sky that would envelop them all and bear them hence. But still, there was much darkness, for there were no suns or moons, and his children had strayed far enough that his voice would not reach them. So Zaradan endeavoured on his eternal work: the Aroda, an ever-changing sheet of celestial colours woven in the very fabric of the skies that would carry slivers of his light, his dreams and his will to all through the universe. Many outside of the trolls would come to call the sacred Aroda with the mundane term “northern lights”, but to this day they gaze upon it with profound awe as priests and scholars both strain their eyes to interpret the holy work of the Most High.