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I must tell you a tale of high adventure. It came from a time when the gods had scoured the world and from the cataclysm had risen a new world full of new evils, as well as the return of a great many old evils awoken from the commotion. The great wyrm kizarwexius had returned to the world with her minions and taken refuge in a lonley mountain just north of the edge of the world.. It was from this place that the evil dragon sucked the life from the moon and absorbed the magic of the realm. Few could stand to the waning of their magic, hoping that the forces nature would bring back the moon and thus their power. The great masters of Bat City recognized the need to act, and thusly instilled all the last remaining magic in the city into a vast collection of potions and wands designed specifically to pray on the weaknesses of the moon dragon. A call for hero's was put forth ... upon which to to bestow the hope of the land. But the call fell mostly on deaf ears. From the thousands of great minds and soldiers to walk the realm, only four had the courage to answer the call. First came Sir Alvin, sent by the evil gods of the realm to cleanse the upstart dragon from challenging their power. No door was too complex for him to open, no puzzle to difficult to solve and his mere touch could cause agony in the strongest of beings. The mighty Raunk rose to the challenge as well, the finest general the Crimson guard had to offer. Brandishing the sword freshly ripped from the cold dead hands of the Grand Master Torturer, the shield taken from the steaming corpse of Baal from the pits of hell, and donning the helmet of Narcuul himself. His battlecry could be heard across the realm. The good goods also sent a champion in an unlikely form of someone fresh to the realms. Maribor the kind, glowing with the certainty that his faith would guide him through even the darkest of paths. Lastly from the depths of the forest, the Elven Archmage Axl arose. Renowned for his abilities with the freezing and suffocating arts, the only known weaknesses of the Dragon. Bestowed with the gifts of the realm, the 4 great heros set off to the mountain to face the beast. But watching from his mountain, he knew they were coming, and sent a general of his own to face them. Arrakas the lich, known to have destroyed armies with his freezing gaze, and immune to the elements the great wizard was known to possess. But the dragon had made a collosal mistake, the evil lich was not immune to the powers of evil themselves, and the torturous touch of Alvin, fueled with the power of Burglefloogah himself brought Arrakas to his knees. No mercy was shown as Raunk then beheaded him with a sizzling slice of the Torso Maker. Their next challenge was a maze of shifting walls, many hours were lost and hope began to dwindle as the unlikely heros continued to wander almost aimlessly. But the sounds of water led them to a waterfall deep within the mountain, which glowed with the power of the moon. This was the place where the foul beast must be storing its ill gotten power. Guarded by fell water beasts, Raunk waded into battle, but every swing of his sword just split the monsters in twain where they arose as double the threat. Using a large portion of the magic potion stock of the realm, the mighty Axl was able to shatter them all with a ferocious Hailstorm. The mighty heros tried every container they had, but none would survive holding the powerful moonwater, Until raunk removed his helmet and filled the famous bergoine with the power of the moon. The mighty band then delved deeper into the dark cave searching for the lair of the beast itself. Again hope continued to dwindle, but finally they came to a door, upon which were 4 dials. Alvins dextrous fingers flew across the dials, but every time he solved the puzzle and made the door open, they would spin and the door would close. "You'll have to leave me here or you'll never make it out!" said Alvin "I'll keep the door open for your escape, and keep the hoards off your back!" They were now three as the Hero's advanced passed the door into the lair of Kizarwexius the dragon. "This is the best the realm can offer is it" laughed the dragon "I don't think you'll be getting out of here with that stolen moon water" "se un sarki nyet" and she pointed at Raunks shield, causing it to vanish into thin air. The battle raged for 89 minutes Axl and Maribor using all the magical gifts bestowed upon them by the collective might of Bat City, protected only by the shieldless orc. Axl drank the last potion... the cities last hope, and tossed the bottle onto the pile of broken glass and snapped wands. With one last breath he sent a ray of ice straight for the moondragons heart, before collapsing of exhaustion himself. That final ray shattered a scale, exposing a weak spot in the dragons impenetrable armour, allowing Raunk to lunge forward and bury the mighty Torso Maker through her chest and cutting her heart in twain. The mighty beast was slain, the dark shadow over the moon lifted, and magic returned to the realms.

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Library: kizarwhovius