Tales of Olde

Death's rattle escapes the dragon's throat In his victory, Raven does not gloat The death of the dragon he sorely grieves In reverence he entombs the body and leaves Nothing is plundered for wizard, self, or king Riding away, unsure of the path he is now taking Homeless and exiled with a lifetime to wander Is this a curse or a gift? He is doomed to ponder. Enter a land of magic and mayhem. In the north are the snow-covered peaks of the Whitehead Mountains; and to the south are Burning Sands, Dra