A stranger sits in the corner of an old dilipitated inn. His hood is up so you can't see his face as he tells his storys to the entranced people passing through the down. His many stories seem to have no bases in time or space but throughout it, they seem random, but still the people can not walk away, they stay entraced.
These are his stories, the stories of the Dark Dragon...

The man tells of battles between those of the light and those that dwell in darkness...

He tells storys of heros from different lands...