The Legend of The Silver Wing

Long long ago, wilst tiamat’s and Bahamut’s battles still ravaged the land, The dragons ruled this land, grasping the lesser races in their iron claws. Humans, dwarves, elves, all forced to work for the great winged ones. All lived in fear, and poverty. One day however, a woman appeared who dared to stand against the dragons. A drow-skinned womann, hailing from the north, in her hands, a spear of dragon’s power, and a blade of dragon’s bane. On her back, a silver wing. She raised an army of the people, overthrowing local dragons, till one by one, the great wryms began to take notice, may times they attempted to stop her indirectly, and many times they failed, until finally they had no choice but to meet this woman and her growing army of rabble face to face. Volcarrus was the first to fall, entombed in eternal rest where he fell in his lava feilds. The next to fall was the great desert dragon, Oldrion, lost in the sands since turned to glass. Galadus, and Olone were peirced through the heart, Brazidia fell, her eternal blizzard ceasing. The final battle came to pass with the dragon of the far northern reachers. The battle lasted long, victory bought by no side for several weeks. Finally, in a miraculous event, the defense was broken & the dragon fled, followed by the silver wing… neither have returned since.

The Legend of The Silver Wing

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