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Date:    Feb  5 10:20
From:    druid
Subject: Riyan and the Dragon
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   Twas a starless and moonless night in the forest known to the elves as
Amanbeletaur. Twas so dark that neither man nor animal could see further than
the end of their nose. Riyan, dark paladin of elvish descent was locked in
deadly combat with the champion of the firbolg. Riyan commanded great magical
powers and was as cunning as he was skilful.

Long Riyan and the Champion battled yet on that day neither did fall.

The very next morn Riyan intended to go back to meet the Champion and continue
the duel. However Riyan had no wish to repeat the stalemate of previous
day and so asked me to accompany him back into the forest.

Yes, I Druid can say I was there when this strange phenomenon took place.

I agreed to tend to Riyans wounds and summon him back a clearing should he
get lost amongst the dense trees. But I did not strike a blow to either side
as that would upset the balance of things. For three nights and days they
fought, neither tiring, neither willing to yield to the other. But then, just
as it looked as though the firbolg champion could never fall Riyan found a
weakness and with a mixture of might and magic beat the firbolg into a
defensive retreat. So desperate and enraged was the champion that he called
upon the powers of the earth to try and swallow Riyan into the ground. Riyan
escaped into the trees. But I fell into the earth as it opened up below me and
quickly uttered a few ancient words to take me back to the halls of Kindred.

Twas a shame because victory was almost in Riyans grasp but the firbolg was a
great healer and by the time we made it back to the clearing most of the
champions wounds were cured. Lesser men would have gone home and hung up their
sword at that point. But Riyan, dark paladin, gripped his hilt tighter and
charged the firbolg yet again. It was then that I felt a huge sinking feeling
in my stomach. A gigantic shadow blocked out the sun and the beating of
monstrous wings echoed through the trees. Descending from the blue sky came the
awesome form of Mhar'huann the Green Dragon. Dragon fear gripped me and I could
see it in the eyes of the firbolg champion too. But Riyan stood calmly staring
into the eyes of the fabled Mhar'huann. The great green wyrm paused for a
second as if wondering whether to eat Riyan live or kill him first. But then
the dragon bowed his head in respect to Riyan. An understanding between them
that goes as far back as time itself. Mhar'huann then turned to the fleeing
firbolg and tore its claws into his flesh, sinking its teeth deep into the
firbolgs chest. The champion fought back a little but it was no match for the
great serpent.

Just as it looked like Mhar'huann would slay the firbolg it suddenly turned
its ear to one side then flew away as quickly as it had come. Riyan stood over
the Firbolg Champion. "Get on your feet and die like a man, coward" The
firbolgs expression then changed from one of terror to anger and hate. Riyan
parried the clumsy yet powerful blow directed at him, swung round and lopped
off the firbolgs head.


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