When the Dragons were converted by The Order of Seven into Dragonborn, all of them were unceremoniously grounded, and their wings vanished. It wasn’t until years later that some Dragonborn learned that their wings could be restored. Dragon Lord Felnich had perished before his plan could be fully enacted, but he had enabled his people to restore their own freedom, should they find the will to take it.
Unfortunately for the Dragonborn, the coalition forces that defeated them forced them onto the Reservation, the burnt-out valley village that the Dragons had first destroyed. The Dragonborn, barely a hundred strong, less than a third of their original sortie strength, still raged against their captors, sending their best and brightest in waves against the Human and Elven defenses. Every attacker died to a dragon. With extinction looming, the Dragonborn managed to rein their bloodthirst in before it destroyed them. Now, a generation later, the Dragonborn numbers are just beginning to recover, though they’ve barely topped one hundred again; half of that number are adolescents.
The newly hatched eggs came with a horrifying surprise. Some of the Dragonborn younglings crawled out of their shells horribly marred, with strange swirls and mottling in their scales. Some had irregular scales, missing tails, or other deformities. Understandably, the population was shocked to find some of their sons and daughters so drastically weakened. They’ve tried to find a pattern, figure out what could have happened; fully half of newly hatched Dragonborn are marred, and no one knows why. Even the other races, when asked for assistance, had no idea.