Dragon Orbs
The Dragon Orbs were powerful artifacts created by the Wizards of High Sorcery at the end of the Age of Dreams during the final desperate hours of the Third Dragon War. The Orbs were created by wizards of all three orders and contain the essence of all dragons, good and evil. All of the Orbs were believed to have perished in what are known as the Lost Battles, when the Kingpriest of Istar roused the populace against the magic-users, but in fact three of them have survived. One of them is in the care of Lorac, another in Icewall Castle and the third one lies forgotten in the High Clerist's Tower. What the Orbs actually do is give the user the ability to summon dragons, which the user will hopefully be strong enough to enslave or destroy. The Dragon Orbs are also highly intelligent and exhibit a strong instinct for self-preservation. They will easily take control of a weak-willed user's mind and this is exactly what happened to Lorac Caladon. Later during the War of the Lance, the Whitestone forces sought to use the Dragon Orbs. However, due to their risk, they were destroyed, one by Tasslehoff. Another was used by the infamous Wizard Raistlin Majere, to help aid his escape from death in the Blood Sea. Although they cannot be harmed by magic, strong physical actions can break them.
Tracy Hickman explains that, with time, the Dragon Orbs grew their own minds.
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