Saga of the Battle For The Dragon’s Gold

I am Fraenir, son of the brave dwarf king Hreidmar,

forced by unfortunate circumstance to go to war.

The kingdom’s gold and many of its arms were 

stolen during last night’s celebration feast, where 

my stupid guards fell fast asleep.

The gold dragon named Volsunga is my sworn, 

avowed and desperate enemy! My sons Otr and

and Regin have now sworn blood revenge on 

that flying devil! We will go forth and destroy him!

 We set out on the first clear morn of November,

loaded down with chain, slings, bows, arrows, 

poison tipped spears and magic potions made 

by Flenir my soothsayer and greatest wizard.

The journey to Volga’s Land, the end of the 

known world, was perilous and hampered by 

bad weather, steep mountain passes and 

treacherous obstacles of all description. 

Our mounts had to be let loose at Lagolid, not quite 

halfway on our quest! The poor animals might never 

have made it back to our homeland if we hadn’t 

sent Jokanir, my humble peasant footman with them.

After passing the river of Guarmin, our progress was 

as slow as the snake crawls! Carrying all our supplies 

and what sorry weapons we did have left on our backs,

we tired easily and had to fight wind, rain, sleet and hail!

As we neared the end of the earth, we became more 

cautious and curious. We expected to see Volsunga 

flying over and attacking us at any moment! We took cover 

at every opportunity to be ready for that worm’s attacks!

We continued on slowly, carefully and we thought stealthally, 

until there was heard such a loud boom that we nearly all fell 

to the earth! Then we saw a blinding splash of golden light 

and a spectre of light so bright that we were almost blinded.

After this frightening display of light ended there came down 

from the sky, a rain of molten mal-formed rocks, nearly setting 

all the landscape around us on fire! We had unwittingly stumbled 

too near the live volcano of Inscindor, the greatest volcano of our lands.