Robbed of their position in the hierarchy of Virentia, the Canopiths bide their time for when they might regain their stature among the skies and plains again.


Being locked in a seemingly endless struggle with the orcs of Virentia for the embers that they both seek to lay claim to, the dragonkin knows that the orcs are being manipulated into being a nuisance for them but can do little for the moment to do anything about it. With the guards patrolling the outskirts of the canopith lands, there are few dragonkin to wander among the rest of the plane for the time being.


With the troubles around the lands of their eldest, the land rumble as they are disturbed by the disharmony of the land. Requiring constant attendance from the dragonkin to ensure that they continue their eternal slumber, the dragonkin are bound to their lands for as long as the orcs impose on their lands.


Though most of the dragonkin are occupied with the near impending doom of an Elderwake, the enterprising floating dragon bazaar seems unfaced with the troubles at the ground.
Nexus of the travel and cargo baloons that float across the skies of Virentia, the ferigris have taken over much of the business across the bazaar itself.


For reasons known only to the Canopiths themselves, there are temples littered across the lands of Virentia build by the Canopiths in time immemorial. While the canopiths do not disallow or even care for other species entering into their temples, any dragonkin mummies residing within are considered sacred to them and must not be disturbed, much to the dismay of researchers wishing to learn about the lifecycle of the dragonkin.