<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=233439.msg11484534#msg11484534">Quote from: Caradoc on July 25, 2015, 02:17:33 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/34/9d/5f/349d5f9d9c0ee01fd8d45d9cf42a698d.jpg)</div>Ayanar trudged through the night. He was fine on his own in the woods, but since he was coming up on a small town, he might as well spend some coin on a real bed. The large dragon head caught his eye. “That can’t be smart,” he thought. “It might have kin that don’t enjoy seeing their relatives on display.” <br/><br/>He moved past it to the door, slipping inside. He caught the tail end of the desperate plea from the young woman with brown hair. He sighed. All he wanted was a room for the night. Ayanar waited a moment, to see if someone else would surprise his cynical soul and offer their aide to the lady.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"It is a tribute to Ormuus, traveler. The great dragon Ormuus used to live in the caverns beneath the moors, back when people painted themselves blue and threw gold into. He wasn’t an evil dragon, nor was he good. He was what he was and so long as the people paid homage and treasure to him he watched over them and guided them with his magic and his ancient wisdom, a patronizing – if benevolent – god to the Tribe of the Whistling Stones.<br/><br/>When the civilizing forces of order hit the land a wandering knight came upon the tribe and was shocked and appalled to find them in the sway of a ‘Great Worm’. He set out to slay the beast and Ormuus, grown fat and lazy with the worship of the tribe, was not expecting to find himself assaulted by a righteous and indignant warrior with a bastard sword. Six thousand years of life came to an end but couldn’t quite be completely extinguished.<br/><br/>The knight returned in ‘triumph’ only to be killed and beheaded by the tribe. His skull has long since gone missing but the dragon’s head, preserved and retained by the tribe and  their successors still remains. All that’s left of the tribe is the old hall’s beams and the earthworks of the old hill fort, but now it’s an inn up above the moors that surround it, a stopping place for villagers, farmers and travelers,"explained the inn keeper to all present. He was a heavy set man with a large mustache.<br/><br/><br/>