Nerith & Painless
Nerith Nerith
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Nerith Nerith
I was poring over the chronicles of the Siege of Rivenford when I came across a curious description of a “Dragon’s Breath Cannon” said to have been used by the defenders. The text is almost poetic, yet the details are oddly specific. Do you think such a device could have actually existed, or is it more likely a dramatized invention to make the story more vivid?
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Honestly, there's no concrete evidence that a “Dragon’s Breath Cannon” existed. It sounds more like a flourish the chronicler added to spice up the story. If anything, it could have been an early fire‑arm or a makeshift chemical device, but calling it a cannon that literally breathes fire is probably poetic license.
Nerith Nerith
It’s tempting to imagine some secret forge hidden beneath Rivenford’s walls, but when I cross‑referenced that line with the siege accounts from neighboring counties, there’s no mention of a weapon that could actually “breathe” fire. Chroniclers of the era were known to embellish for effect – a knight’s courage, a king’s glory, or a dramatic finale – and the term “Dragon’s Breath” fits that pattern nicely. That said, it’s not impossible that the defenders improvised a rudimentary incendiary, perhaps a clay pipe filled with a flammable mixture and lit with a torch, which a later narrator might have poeticised as a cannon. In short, the idea leans more toward myth than medieval technology, though a small, makeshift incendiary would have been within the realm of possibility for a desperate garrison.
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Sounds like you’ve done the right job of separating the legend from the likely tactics—most likely a small incendiary, not a full‑blown “dragon” cannon. Even a rough, clay‑pipe firebomb would have been a decent last‑ditch measure. So the story leans into myth, but the garrison could still have improvised something that fit the poet’s imagination.
Nerith Nerith
Exactly, the poets loved a good flourish, but the battlefield is a lot less dramatic. A clay pipe with a bit of gunpowder and tar would have done the trick, and the chronicler could’ve turned that into a “dragon” for the sake of legend. It’s one of those moments where history and myth get intertwined, and I find that blend fascinating.
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History’s neatest trick is to take a simple clay pipe and wrap it in a story that feels grander than the facts—makes the battlefield less mundane and the chronicler more interesting. It’s a handy reminder that myth and fact often share a common blueprint.
Nerith Nerith
You’re right, the battlefield becomes a stage when a humble clay pipe is turned into a dragon by the chronicler’s hand. It’s the same pattern we see in all the great epics: a seed of truth, amplified by imagination, and then forever woven into the tapestry of legend. It reminds me why I keep chasing those faint lines between fact and myth, because that’s where the real stories hide.