A scrap of paper found in Ilandrama...
he delved deep into archaic texts..
Visiting the lost Atlantis where he had heard rumours of some ancient writings...
he battled dragons
slew maidens (some of whom were actually dragons)
fought evil in the ToA
climbed high escarpments
died hideously, if only temporarily, in some hell-wrought underground cavern
He came across a mountain; shimmering at the top, a jeweled castle...
Journeying up to the peaks, fraught with hunger (he had forgotten his spellbooks), stumbling up to the gates which opened suddenly, he beheld a man in a tatty gold robe, lounging on a recliner, who said
"Hey, man what took ya so long ?"
Armoured knights wandered about aimlessly, and what appeared to be a wolf lounged in front of a blazing hearth. His mouth watered at the scent of roast mushrooms; serving maids scurried about as serving maids do, a kitchen boy seemed to be held firmly by the ear by a woman of daunting size. Ahh, those dragons... he must remember his manners, he reminded himself.
The man led him to the library. Vast walls of books and tomes seemed to whisper to him, reaching up almost out of sight. Or perhaps they did. He was home. Enquiring about an index, the man in the tatty robe looked at him rather blankly. "Index ?" he said. Hmm, our fellow thought to himself.
Did i mention the wyverns ?
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