"The Dragon Slyrak sleeps within this armor, and the knight within the Dragon waits. Beware you do not wake them both."
After years on the trail of a legendary Eldwurm, the skilled
dragon-slayer found himself facing a disappointing foe: the dreaded
Slyrak had grown ancient and frail, its wings tattered, its few
remaining scales stricken with scale-rot, its fangs ground to nubs, and
its fire-gouts no more threatening than a pack of wet matchsticks.
Seeing no honor to be gained in dragon-murder, the young knight prepared
to turn away and leave his old foe to die in peace. But a voice crept
into his thoughts, and Slyrak gave a whispered plea that the knight
might honor him with death in combat. The knight agreed, and found
himself rewarded beyond expectation for his act of mercy: As he sank his
blade in Slyrak's breast, the dragon sank a claw into his throat. As
their blood mingled, Slyrak sent his power out along the Blood Route,
offering all its strength and centuries of wisdom to the knight. The
dragon's death sealed their bond, and Dragon Knight was born. The
ancient power slumbers in the knight, waking when he calls it; or
perhaps it is the Dragon that calls the Knight...
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