The Stories of Awlndreion: Part 4

It was time for Awlndreion’s greatest quest yet. To complete the ritual he would need dragon bone. And the nearest known dragon was Agler Tral, who’s name in Dragonese ment ban of mortals. Agler Tral had slain many warriors, and destroyed hundreds of mountain clans and villages. His fire was so hot it melted metal, and his scales were so thick than even the the great weapons made in the forges of the Flaming mountains could not make great way into his body. Yet despite this, Awlndreion  along with his new friend Alw, rushed to where the dragon was said to stay.

For many days they scouted the land, and made a plan to ambush and kill the beast. Yet Agler Tral had great hearing, and for long he heard the sound of griffin feathers in the wind. He caught them of guard in there sleep. In one bight he swallowed Awlndreion in one gulp, and brought Alw and his griffin into his lair interntain him and to eat later. Yet Awlndreion was still alive, and while going down the dragon’s neck he dug a knife into the beast, and made a slow desent into the dragon until he heard a great thump from the wall. He the took out another dagger made from a griffins and started hacking into where the heart was. Agler Tral shreik as the dagger plugged into him, and he tried to claw into his body at where he was being hurt, but his own thick scales defied him. After much hacking, Agler Tral was dead, and Awlndreion exited the dragon, with several bones he also hacked out.

Awlndreion and Awl then went back to the old woman, and after much searching for the squirrel, who hand ran far of since then, they fed it the paste. The squirrel changed into a young maiden of untold beauty. So beautiful that Awlndreion feel in love with here at first sight. Soon, he had convinced her, who’s name Aelfled, and her mother to let them get married. Yet still there were troubles, as the dark mage that turned Aelfled into squirrle caught wind of the marriage, and he made ready, for though he was not invited, he would come, and would cause a great disturbance.

The Stories of Awlndreion: Part 3

While on a trip to the nearby village, Awlndreion stumble across an old woman, who has crying by the roadside. When Leofwine asked her what was wrong, she told him that a Great Dark Mage, the son of the Dark Magic God Winexer no less, has taken her daughter, and turned her into a squirrel. She told him that in order to turn her back, she had to feed her a brew made from fish eyes, the bark of a Aperwood tree, and dragon bone.

 Awlndreion pitied the old woman, and offered to help her save here daughter. First, Awlndreion went to a nearby stream, and caught several fish. Then, he went in search of a Aperwood tree. He traveled far until eventual, at the edge of  Jagnirland, he found the tree. Yet before he could remove the bark, a blinding light shown before him. Once he regained his vision before him was the goddess Nereya, the beautiful goddess of summer and light. She would not allow Awlndreion to cut into the tree sacred to her. However, Awlndreion  determined to help the old woman and her daughter, would not give up. He asked if he could do anything to change her mind. She asked him to go, and kill the half troll Maalik, and his pack of hunting orcs, who had resently killed a elven mage she favored.

Awlndreion took on the task, and headed for the Darc mountains. With the help a a griffin rider named Alw, found the Half-Troll’s lair. Nowing he was incapable of defeating Maalik head on, he deviced a clever plan. First, he had Alw ride his griffin, Windslasher, over the Half-trolls cave. When Maalik came out to stop the ruckus, Awlndreion pushed a large boulder downon his head, killing him. Awndreion then used his bow to kill the remaining orcs, while Windslasher grabbed others and dropped them of a nearby cliff.

After cutting and gathering the heads of Maalik and his lieutenants head’s, he went back and showed them to Nereya. Impressed by his determinatio, she allowed him to take some of the bark. After that, Awlndreion prepared to go and get the next peace, the dragon bone. And it would not be easy, as the dragon he would face was Agler Tral,the Bane of Mortals.

Of Dwarves and Men

There is a tale,
From old Romsdal,
About an event in the night.
When forces collided,
Realms no longer divided,
Under a full Moon’s light.

One were men,
So proud and tall,
Who hunted the hilly lands.
The others were dwarves,
So tough and fierce,
Who made great tools by hand.

The two groups met,
And over time they spent,
Learning of each others ways.
As men learned how to smelt,
And dwarves learned to skin pelt,
Over the coming days.

And as time did pass,
The bound would grow fast,
And their links arose.
The two groups became friends,
Blood brothers to the end,
To face any and all foes.