A few of you may remember that there was once a Dragon,
who was not like Tiamat, the Chromatic dragon but he was
yet as fearsome as the eldest dragon in the Realm. This
one, he was called Ix'ixixiblat.

Now, the stories won't tell how, where or when did this
greatwyrm disappear...but he did. Some rumours say that
he never even existed, that he was something citymen had
conjured up in their stories. Choose any version of your
own liking and you will still end up as unaware as you
were. However, while times went past it was not unkown
to man and woman alike that horrid legends of this Beast
were in fact continuously told, at least in the tales told
to young warriors...in hopes to frighten them and in order
to gain respect in their eyes.

Today, things have changed. The Ancient has awoken, tale
or truth, Ix'ixixiblat was seen by many; flying, as Dead
as a living wreck of a Dragon can be. So, villagers cry
that He's back.. And this time, the childrens' tales have
been replaced with true Fear.

Where in the Realm he, Ix'ixixiblat, holds its lair is
still unknown, but it is known that a whole dwarven Clan
was destroyed during their mountaineering operation
recently. Stones they say, never trust ones that shift by
themselves.


Your storyteller,

Amarth Shadowstring