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Tharkin ready his horse, gathered his personal effects,
winked at the cute tavern wench that he had spent the night with. The caravan was all there and in their proper place, excitement grew as Tharkin
took his spot among the other guards hired to protect them, then a murmur from the group, the
word was passed down from wagon to wagon “Corvin pass, Corvin pass” many guards grumble as the word reach them.
Old Thelonious had decided that his Caravan would be taking the shorter route through
the Shadowed hill and Corvin pass.
Now the name “Shadowed hills” was bad enough on its own but
Corvin pass was a place of dread, with talk of Orc and Goblin bands, wild creature, evil
fairy folk and yes a supposed Dragon.
Orcs had little skill, goblins were stupid, fairies would leave you
alone for the most part, but a Dragon was another thing altogether.
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His name was Shale or at least that was what it was called. Years
ago two survivors of an ill-fated caravan had been found stumbling out of the
pass, one completely Mad the other near death they both had such wounds on them,
it was a wonder that they had made it that far.
One of the men with his dying words just said “beware shale” The mad one just kept repeat what had been
said “Shale, Shale that’s right its name is Shale" and then with a Scream that
would chill the bravest …DRRRRAGON! He cried and he had never spoken another word
since.
Well that was years ago and although there had been missing
caravans and ORC attacks , most had made the journey from The Town of Dardin to
Avgard without much incident. Most did prefer the longer route around the hills
but going over and though Corvin pass would take more than a week off the trip. Tharkin thought "quicker there quicker back"
and back to that cute wench.
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It was almost a week into the trip that they reached the
pass and not more than a passing brush with a small Orc band was had. Half the
Guard had been sent ahead to scout for any Dragons or signs of one and had now returned, It seemed
that they had found nothing, for the caravan ready itself and started off.
It had only been a day into the pass, slowed but the rocky
roads and constant rock slides when Tharkin at the head of the caravan heard
the first of the loud Rumbles and the first of the screams. Tharkin and the other guards looked back in
time to see the Worm rising from the rocks and yes the shale all around falling from its body, no one
had seen him for he blended in so perfectly that it was just rock, rock
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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.
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
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.
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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| Rock became Dragon and Dragon became rock. |
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