(Bronze Wyrm)
The Legend Lore initially seems unsuccessful. But the group notice sand from the deserts around Galloran's Port begin sifting it's way through cracks in doors and into Adrian's study. The entire town suddenly blares with the sound of a thousand wailing voices. Through the voices, a stoic, female voice breaks through:
"This is no Legend, for none but The Great Queen, Living Avatar of the Sun and Mortalwife of Ra know of the creature known as Skurge.
The Desertshade of Ankhet-Alkosh rose from beneath the sands and consumed my people in an unjustified rage, his wings blocking the great Ra as a direct affront to the Gods.
The destruction broke my enchantments, and he made his way into my kingdom, plunging the region into drought and infertility. He broke my ascent. It was my destiny to become a god! Instead, I am reduced to the hollow memory of my soulless, undying nation.
I have watched his brutish reign under the sands for centuries. His complacency at the intrustions of the Fireland, the so-called 'Rightful Heir', and the adventurers that set out to pillage my wealth is maddening.
I have learned that he has no magical affinity, relying solely on more primitive methods of combat. This will be his undoing, for he knows not that we retain our magical capability. I will see that the Wyrm is slain. I will complete my ascent."
Just as suddenly as the wailing began, it silences.
