Askeladd
Star
- Joined
- Apr 26, 2011
High above the forest of the elves deep within the mountain lay a great fortress of a long forgotten race lay a treasure beyond what most kingdoms could ever imagine for themselves. Of course this treasure was not alone it was a dragon's treasure one of the last left in the known world, Argos was one of the few dragons left in this world that had not had his treasure stolen from him, he ruled this mountain and all within it. Today there was a sound like no other that was rarely heard, sometimes it would be one hundred years sometimes it would be ten but the roar of a dragon was never forgotten quickly and the elves remembered it quite clearly. The mountain shook with his power and he blew hot blue fire onto the remains of the men who had tried to steal his treasure, foolish mortals did not know who they tried to steal from. But because they had roused him from his slumber it would be the elves that paid for it, because each time he awoke he would need a new plaything to deal with until he decided to sleep again. Sometimes he stayed awake for a week other times it was years but the elves knew that they must pay the tribute of the most beautiful of their women to him or else risk his wrath upon their village. He wondered what they might send up to his mountain this time, would it be a naive little morsel that resisted until lust and pleasure consumed her mind. Or perhaps a willing servant of a living god wanting to be taken over and over by him, the excitement of just waiting was enough to be glad that he had been awoken again.