And fury-quick the Wyrm came slithering over stone,
he who on the high heath kept watch over his hoard,
and from that steep stone barrow, down by wing
to scar the lands with fire at night.
—The Last Fire-Drake
Home to the last of the Great Wyrms, the kingdom of Caergwynn has long had a reputation for being an unpredictable and dangerous place. Subject to the whims of an ancient and avaricious dragon, Caergwynn has forged and broken more alliances than anyone can count. Once an expansive kingdom in days past, Caergwynn’s domain now extends no further than the Winding Isles, where the remote and inhospitable isles test the mettle of dwellers and invaders both. Masters of sailing and the sea, the Gwynnish people are respected shipwrights and feared maritime raiders. Given their sovereign’s bottomless greed and mercurial temper, no coastline is ever truly safe from the specter of red serpent sails on the horizon…
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