the towns of Prexion, Aden, Aethelmaern, and Arnath, many
tales have been told of the legend of the DragonStone. Most believe
the stories are that of a fool's imagination. Few, though, dare to venture
beyond the towns to seek the truth.
Are YOU one of these?
Legend tells of a great Golden Dragon called Corin-Mur, who holds the
stone within its lair. It is said that the stone holds the key to immortality...
had heard the footsteps and whispers long before they called out to me,
but they could not have known that, so I acted surprised when I looked
up to see them running toward me. I smiled happily and splashed my face
with the cool, clear water from the fountain, taking a few quick sips
to refresh myself.
children of Asdune gathered around me, asking about my travels and shouting
out my name.They laughed and danced, as excited children often do, pawing
at my dusty clothes.
The eldest of the group, a boy named Christophe, spoke out above the din.“Wanderer,
a group of adventurers passed through here a few days ago.”
did they want?” I asked.
said they were searching for a dragonstone.They headed west.”
nodded, understanding.“They headed toward Thyawr.”
ocean?” he asked.“Isn’t it dangerous?”
little girl tugged at my pant-leg to get my attention.“Why they
are rumors that there is a lost island somewhere out in Thyawr, and on
that island lies the DragonStone.”
what is the DragonStone?” Christophe asked.He was curious by nature,
and had the touch of an adventurer about him.I would not be surprised
if wanderlust overcame him soon, and he left this small village in search
of riches and excitement.
is a very old legend,” I started, sitting down on the edge of the
children gathered at my feet, sitting around me in a tight circle, waiting
in anticipation for my story.I smiled again; I had forgotten the feeling
of having an audience on my long travels, and the role of a storyteller
was one I had not played in a long time, not since I had last visited
Asdune. For one such as I, who had spent so much of his life entertaining
others, there is not greater thrill than performing again.
ago, well before Aden, Prexion and all the other Cities were anything
more than small villages like this one, there was the golden city of Brenar,
legendary for its wealth and prosperity.For years, the Lord of Brenar,
Asnor, ruled the city in peace; he was a just and generous ruler: his
people adored him.
legends say it was on the night of the autumn harvest, an evening of great
celebration, that the fire appeared on the horizon.It moved through the
sky, growing brighter and
as it approached the city, and the normally cool autumn winds blew as
hot as any desert breeze and the fire continued onward. Fire spread across
the horizon as the ancient forest surround Brenar was engulfed in flames,
lighting the night sky as though it were day.It was then that the dragon
landed within the city.
“The dragon, unlike any creature which roams these lands, was a
devilish creature with great power and a love of destruction.His very
soul burns with unholy flames of hell itself, so they say.He is not of
flesh and bone, but made of melted rock and liquid iron, and instead of
hardened scale like most dragons, his skin is a molten gold that sets
anything he touches aflame.This is the evil that set upon Brenar that
night: Corin-Mur, the Flame Wreaper.The beast rampaged through the city,
destroying everything, and leaving little but ashes in his wake.
once a great warrior, donned his magical armor and once again took up
his sword, Nightshard; the ice-enchanted blade crafted from solid obsidian
is said to be the only weapon able to kill the fierce dragon, for what
other weapon could harm a beast of fire and lava save a freezing blade
made from the same thing?
stood ready as Corin-Mur ripped into the palace, and the two fought at
length, but the great king, even with his mystical sword, was no match
for the demon dragon.Corin-Mur retrieved his prize and left the blazing
city behind to burn to the ground.According to the legends Asnor’s
sword still lies in the ancient ruins of the Brenar’s palace, waiting
for the chance to destroy the dragon and avenge its master.”
children murmured to each other in hushed voice, intrigued by my tale.Christophe,
however, looked at me and ask, “What was Corin-Mur after?”
smiled.“The DragonStone, my lad.He sought the DragonStone which
Asnor had guarded for many years.”
Corin-Mur still has it?”
story continues, if you wish to hear it,” I started.Their ears perked
up and their eyes locked onto me; I had my answer.“Few survived
the destruction of Brenar, but those who did sought refuge in Bethaven.When
word of Corin-Mur’s attack spread, a huge bounty was offered for
his death and the return of the DragonStone.Many adventures, drawn by
the promise of wealth and power, went searching for the beast: most gave
up, never finding his lair, the rest never returned.
many generations, Corin-Mur went unfound, and was long forgotten until
four adventures wandered into Bethaven: Caimen, a mage of wondrous power;
Giga, a warrior of great strength; Kells, the priestess of the dark ancient
woods; and Archinus, whose skill with a sword had no equals.After speaking
awhile with the Oracle, they set off again, searching for the elusive
lair.I have heard it said that they searched for years before they found
the hellish place.
Legends tell of mighty demons and ancient beasts roaming the accursed
Island of Thyawr, but the heroes made it through.It was deep within the
Sandor Mountain that they discovered the devil-dragon’s lair but
the beast was not within.The four heroes, realizing the gift fate had
given them, searched the cavern for the DragonStone, hoping to use it’s
great power against Corin-Mur, but the DragonStone was nowhere to be found.
“Corin-Mur returned to find them in his lair, and he attacked without
hesitation.The battle lasted many days; the skills of the greatest warriors
of all time were put to an unparalleled test.They were losing strength,
but Corin-Mur fought on without fail and showed no sign on fatigue or
weakness.The heroes had little time left, and little hope for victory,
and they knew it.Giga, who swore he would not die without fighting to
the last, rushed the wyrm and slashed deep with his Sword of War, cutting
through the dragon’s molten flesh and down to the beast’s
heart.He then fell to the creature’s razor claws.
the slash left an opening, and Kells responded, unleashing all of her
power, her very life, in one last spell.The dragon was blasted back, sent
reeling across his lair, and Kells fell lifeless to the floor.
Caimen and Archinus saw it then, saw the DragonStone.Through the great
wound in the dragon’s chest, they saw the stone sitting were his
heart should be, pulsating with light, beating like a true heart. Archinus
launched himself at the dragon, and with one deft slash, cut the stone
from the wyrm’s body and tossed it to Caimen.The dragon’s
fanged maw crushed down upon Archinus, ending his life, but in his dying,
he had given Caimen some chance of victory.The wyrm turned to Caimen then, and reared back his head, preparing
to unleash his deadly fire breath.Caimen, with theDragonStone in hand,
began casting his last spell, hoping it was enough to finish off the demon
one knows what happened then, not even Caimen, if the legends are true.There
was a great flash of light from the DragonStone, and a deafening explosion
rocked the lair.When Caimen awoke, the DragonStone was gone and the devil
dragon had solidified to cold stone and hard gold, his hellish fires extinguished.But
so too were the other heroes dead, destroyed at the hands of Corin-Mur.
fell to his knees, crying out in anguish!He had obtained true power from
the DragonStone, he could feel the power coursing through his body, but
his friends were dead.He wished with all his heart and soul for the power
to return them to life.A faint mist filled the dragon’s lair, and
slowly, one by one, the three dead heroes began to stir.Not only had the
DragonStone empowered Caimen with immortality, but also at his whim, he
was able to impart that gift on his friends.They awakened as gods.
is the tale of the DragonStone, an old and forgotten legend.”
they never got the DragonStone?” one of the children asked.
shook my head.“No, it was gone.”
happened to Corin-Mur?”
devil dragon still lives.I have heard that the strange mist revived him
as well, but I do not believe that.I believe that after Caimen invoked
the power of the DragonStone to destroy the dragon, before Corin-Mur had
lost his flame completely, he somehow managed to retrieve the stone, managed
to place it back in his body.In time, the great power of the stone rekindled
his life, and slowly, ever since, he has been rebuilding his fire.I fear
that, all too soon, Corin-Mur will make his return, ravaging the lands
as he did on the days of old.”
children shuddered at the thought, but it did not take long before they
were laughing and chattering amongst themselves again.
did you learn these tales, Wanderer?” Christophe asked after most
of the other children had left.
mentor, the great bard Chiasmus, told me these things. The DragonStone
was his passion, and he spend much of his life learning the legends and
hunting for the long-lost Sandor Mountains.”
he ever find them?”
I shrugged.“I have not heard from him for many years now. I do not
know where he has gotten off to; maybe he did find the mountains, and
Corin-Mur.Maybe he is still searching.I do not know.”“Do
you seek the stone?”
chuckled.“No, my young friend; my heart yearns for wandering,
not searching.I leave that to others.”He smiled at me and rushed
off to join the other children.
stood up, stretching my legs, when I heard a familiar voice calling to
me.“Quin Silverbane, where are you off to now?”
to the bar, Valencia, my dear, to see what Taishi has in stock.I think
I shall stay in Asdune tonight.”
tomorrow?” she asked.
the morrow comes, I shall leave once more. Wanderlust bites at my soul,
and I must follow where it leads.There are so many legends still to uncover
and so many stories left to tell."