Afradrazstrorg

Afradrazstrorg, the Terrible, the Everflame, the Land Scorcher, the Wretched, Gold-Bane. This ancient greatwyrm red had been sleeping for over 7 decades. The tides of time stirred him from his slumber and like every time before he reigned fire and death across the southern continent of Garund, this dragon had no fear of any of the mortal realm, the greater planes even held little that the red would consider but a tiny fly on his great back. So when he was challenged by a human and two half dragon twins he laughed, and with his cackle the earth shook and fire spewed from his great maw. The trio marched in to his volcanic domain with such arrogance that Afradrazstrorg was almost impressed with how much these men wanted to die. but how should he do it? Immolate them in his breath that melts mountains? Crush them to jelly under his mighty claws? Chew them apart in his razor toothed mouth? The dragon came down from his mountain, landing and cracking the ground apart, lava erupting from the shattered crust. The three men drew their weapons and bellowed their own war cry. Afradrazstrorg overlooked one crucial detail. these were not just stupid adventurers taking their turn at an attempt at glory as dozens already had in the months that he had been awake. these men had gleaming armor emblazoned with a golden royal family crest. These men did not waver in their resolve of the great dragon. These were extraordinary men, Daneyeal Augustus Urgayle Stolyn, and his twin half gold dragon relatives, Drago Ciarsyss Aurum Stolyn and Ivan Relzrior Platino Stolyn. these men made up the highest ranking members of the splendorous Stolyn army of the nation of Rothynia. These men would not be the one taking its last breath today.