It began its carnage
with fire, a large gout of flame poured from its teeth studded mouth, setting the
center of the caravan a blaze. Amongst
the terror and flames it pounced on the rear wagons and its people, tearing and
biting, swallowing horse and man alike.
Within
minutes Shale had finished off the intruders with flame and claw, he was glad
they came it was the month of his feeding and the last feeding time was just a
few nasty tasting, filthy Orcs and not that many of them. After a long rest among the rocks that hid
him as if he were rock itself, he heard and smelled the approach of dinner.
It had been years since a human caravan and
a large one a that, came at the right time for Shale, now he just had to be
still till the time was right.
Oh what a
feast it was, man, horse and other animals to be had, he feasted till he could not eat
anymore, which was a good thing seeing that none had been left, "Oh wait" thought Shale he could smell the fear
of one left. The beast peered his ugly
head from rock to rock till he found his prey, a wounded soldier
trembling behind a boulder and the one who so arrogantly tossed a spear
at me to boot, "lucky man" he thought, "I cannot eat you, for I am full" then the great beast rose up,
turned and moved away into the rocks.
Tharkin watch it move off into the hills and the rocks, it almost seemed to vanish as it moved. The Half broken man drew himself up and started
the journey out of the pass towards Avgard.
Months later Tharkin now recovered had told the story a thousand time, how rock became Dragon and Dragon became rock. He would journey back to Dardin, to his
Tavern wench… but this time not through the pass.
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