My name is Culurien Goldleaf and I am the artist of these galleries. I was born in Kelethin, city in the trees. My mother was a druid and my father was a ranger. My love for art and music showed from an early age. My parents frequently found me making up songs or drawing pictures in my spare time. Seeing my love for the arts, my parents knew that I should become a Bard. They sent me to the Bardic Academy in Kelethin when I turned 16. Once completing my basic schooling, I set out into the world, traveling across Norrath to see the world's magnificent sites.

During one of my journeys, I ran into a young druid named Telperion. It was love at first sight. Though not married yet, we are promised to each other and have great plans for the future.

Since Telperion and I have begun traveling together we have seen many sights and met many people. One of the many people we traveled with was Khazal, the previous leader of the Hammers of Justice. Impressed by our skills and my songs, we were invited to join the guild. Flattered, we both are now proud to be members of the Hammers.

Today, you can typically find me traveling from one place to another in the company of Telperion, singing songs and having fun, anywhere in Norrath.

On my way through Feerot one day, I and my group stoped by Oggok to bank. With my friends waiting by the entrance, I slipped on my dark elf disguise and entered the city. On my way, I heard the most aweful noise and some Bouncers laughing. I veered off course and went to see what all the fuss was about. Two Ogre guards were torturing a poor armadillo!! Being a child of the forest, I couldn't let this vile deed go any further. As quietly as I could, I snuck up behind the Bouncers and waited.

One of the Bouncers paused in his fun and said something to his comrad. The other bouncer appeared to disagree and they began arguing, momentarily forgetting the armadillo. This was my chance! Quickly I slipped between the bouncers and grabbed the poor armadillo. Seeing me about to take off with their toy, the Bouncers roared in rage and attacked me. I took off as fast as I could back towards my group, shouting as I ran, "Incomming!!" My party was ready to battle when I showed up with armadillo in my arms. My friends looked at me in confusion. Telperion was about to ask me what was up when he saw the Bouncers come into view. I went to the back of the group and began singing my battle chants to aid our party. The battle was short and furious. We were victorious.

After the fight, my group turned back to me. Hailind, with a strange look on his face, asked, "Ok, what's with the 'dillo?"

"Those Bouncers were having their demented fun with the poor thing," I replied. "I couldn't let them continue. Look at him. He's hurt."

Getting a closer look, Chaple, our cleric, reached his hand towards the armadillo. The poor creature shrank away from his touch. Muttering soothing words, Chaple eventually coaxed the armadillo into letting him touch it. Chaple then muttered a prayer and healed the poor creature. I thanked him and we left Oggok.

Eventually, the armadillo grew to trust me and my friends. After a long discussion we named him Baran, which means "golden-brown" in Elvish. After a few days, Baran looked healthy and fit to live on his own again. We rereleased him back into the grassy area on the northern edge of the Dessert of Ro. Though still shy of people in general, you can visit Baran. Maybe one day after I retire from my wanderings, I can take Baran and whatever mate he has chosen home with me. For now he is doing just fine.

On one of my many trips exploring Kunark, I was running along the outer edge of Skyfire when I stumbled and tumbled down the hill side. When I came to a stop, I noticed I had fallen into a cave. Struggling to rise, I look up and saw a wild looking Human female standing over me. "What are you doing here? Why have you tresspassed?" she demanded.

Taken aback I started to mummble a reply when we both heard a mewling sound coming from further back in the cave. A worried look crossed the woman's face, but still distrustful she would not leave me. More sounds came from the back of the cave and the woman began to look more and more worried. Unable to stand it any longer, she turned from me and walked quickly farther into the cave. Curiosity aroused, I got up and followed her.

The woman was muttering calming sounds and speaking as if she was talking to a child, but it didn't sound like any young Id ever heard before. Creaping closer to get a better look I must have made a noise for the woman turned to face me. In her arms was a baby dragon! I began to back away.

"No, wait, please don't go," the woman said. "My name is Dixie. I am a follower of Veeshan. I rescue these little ones when their parents are die or disappear. They really are quite friendly once they've been raised among people. Unfortunately, more and more adventurers have been killing greater wyrms lately and I have more young ones than I can count. Could you help me? Would you like to adopt any?"

Needless to say, I was stunned. Being kind hearted, and the little dragon in her arms was really cute, I gave in. "Sure," I replied, "Can I take a look at them?"

Dixie proceded to show me through her caves where I proced to pick out four I liked. Since they are too small to be out in the wilderness with me on my journeys, I have set them up to guard my galleries. Though they might look vicious, they really are quite friendly. Here are pictures of them all and their histories as told to me by Dixie Dragonfriend.

This is Brutus. He is the eldest of those that I currently have adopted. His mother was a black dragon while his father was a red, hence his coloring. Dixie found Brutus crying over the corpses of his parents. It appeared that they had died in a fight with another dragon who was trying to claim their territory. Unsure how he made it out alive, Dixie quickly got him back to her cave.

This young man's name is Skie. He loves a good meal. Dixie found him munching away on some ferns, appearantly lost. Unable to locate his parents, Dixie brought him back to her caves. Now that I have adopted him, Im trying to put him on a diet, but its hard to explain to a dragon why you're starving him. Every now and then I catch him eyeing a painting hungrily.

This is Starratiel. Starratiel was born from two red dragons, though you wouldn't know it from her delicate coloring. Dixie found Starr after her parents were brutally murdered by a group of poachers after red dragon scales.

While wandering through the jungle, Dixie wandered across a lone dragon egg. There was no nest in sight and no known dragons of the area. Dixie was mistified. She picked up the egg and brought it back to her caves. The egg hatched a few days before my arrival and though the dragon currently appears golden, Dixie is not sure what kind dragon it is. I named her Hithui, which means "misty" in Elvish.

Want your own dragon to adopt? You can adopt a dragon from Dixie here: