Hail Adventurers

Men have sought her for ages. They have lost fortunes and given their youth trying to find her. But alas it has finally come to pass, the legendary White Dragon has been stolen. Members of the Thieves Guild of Columbus have succeeded in capturing her. The Sage of Southwood has made available all resources in his quest to bring back his beauty. Let none rest until this wrong has been righted and the White Dragon found and returned safely. While some fear that her scales and teeth have already been lost I say to you; Brothers where is thy faith? Hope Springs eternal within the human breast for a safe and expedited return. At this time there is no credence to the rumor that The Wallet Draining Lich of Medina is the mastermind of this fiendish plot to finance his business endeavors and empire.



There was an old dragon under gray stone;
her red eyes blinked as she lay alone.
Her joy was dead and her youth spent,
she was knobbed and wrinkled,
and her limbs bent in the long years to her gold chained;
in her heart's furnace the fire waned.
To her belly's slime gems stuck thick,
silver and gold she would snuff and lick:
she knew the place of the least ring
beneath the shadow of her white wing.
Of thieves she thought on her hard bed,
and dreamed that on their flesh she fed,
their bones-crushed, and their blood drunk:
her ears drooped and her breath sank.
Mail-rings rang. She heard them not.
A voice echoed in her deep grot:
a young warrior with a bright sword
called her forth to defend her hoard.
Her teeth were knives, and on horn her hide,
but iron tore her, and her flame died.

- With apologies to Professor J.R.R.Tolkien