Triske had been the most feared creature in the Kingdom, causing constant havoc over the land that spread out around his mountain abode. Triske is a golden-brown dragon, towering at 30 feet above the ground, with his body from head to tail extending 100 feet.<br/><br/>Triske had been overconfident, and that was always his greatest weakness. After feasting on the villagers in one of the town, he had returned to his great cave, his stomach bulging out, his movements sluggish from gorging himself. He sat back against the cave wall, and rubbed his scales, until he became aware of a small, unarmed man in a black robe within his cave. Triske had let him booming laughter echo around his cavern, and had ignored the stupid creature, certain he posed no threat, and too full to take another meal.<br/><br/>After some time, the robed man had not moved, and Triske decided it was time that this unwanted intruder be shown the way out. Standing somewhat shakily to his feet, he move his way towards the strange figure. At this distance, he realised that the man's lips were intoning some strange words, and too late understanding what he had been doing. With a roar of anger, he tried to reach the magician, but the spell had already been completed, and dully Triske felt himself collapse upon the floor, before drifting into unconsciousness.<br/><br/>The dragon had been too powerful to slay by any magic, but the magician's spell was strong enough to put the great beast into a deep sleep. One that would last a thousand years, enough to let his years of terror drift first into legend, and then into myth, until he was almost forgotten entirely. The kingdom had been rebuilt, and people had been born, lived and died, all the while the magician's magic had been growing weaker and weaker.