Thread:ChazmanianDevil/@comment-26210095-20160823225610/@comment-27097330-20160825172136

It was night when it happened. The mines of the Stonefoots had few dragon defenses, as they were always protected by it's neighbors from the north. But their wealth ran deep, and where there is great wealth, come dragons. The mountain was shining with the perspiration of the storm earlier that evening. The moon glittered from above, shining beautifully across the white snow. For it was a time of peace.

And so it was that a cloud passed in front of the moon, and the light was hidden from view. And this was a frightful omen, for the dwarves of the east walk by the light of the moon, and without it, they are blind. The more cynical would pass it off as coincidence, but it was not so, for that very night a wyrm came down from the north, and this was to be a day of bloodshed.

For indeed, this wyrm had waited until the cloud covered the moon, for she feared it's light. For this was no young dragon testing her strength. She was one of the ancient who had long plagued man, dwarf, and elf alike. Her hide was green and silver, and horns adorned her fearsome head. Her tail was barbed, and her claws long. But her eyes, her eyes like the fires of the sun.

She came from the sea, silent, swift, and with fire in her stomach. The guards had no time to react, for the wall was lit with fire. She broke down the great gates, and trampled the homes of the dwarves. Those who tried to stop her were dispatched with a flick of her tail. There was nothing any could do to stop her.

With her came goblins too, coming in boats from the sea. Bow legged and gnashing their teeth. Pillaging, looting, and also protecting the dragon's gold. They worshipped th wyrm, and had considered themselves her servants. And this army destroyed and raped the land of the Stonefoots. For it meant little to the dragon. They were peasants. Nothing more. Admittedly, wealthy peasants. But they could be disposed of. She wanted, a challenge...

And so, when the mountains of the Stonefoots were suitably conquered, she turned to the south. At the time the Blacklocks were a powerful kingdom, arrogant in their success. And so there armies rode out and challenged the dragon, swearing to free the land of their brothers.

They fell in fire.

For the dragon was clever, her fire was hot, and her armor was strong. They sent more armies after her. Armies of great power with shining armor and sharp swords. However, the dragon welcomed the armies of the dwarves...

They would make an excellent snack.

Her armies charged down upon the Blacklock mountains, and the kingdom was caught by surprise. The mountains became a battleground, for though she had not been expected, the Blacklocks were a hardy folk. The cities were evacuated and the sound of marching metal filled the streets. Heroes came, fought, and fell. And all the time the dragon reigned.

And then, suddenly, without warning. One day the fighting stopped. The goblins fled back to the ships, and the dragon was gone...