Shadow Of The Mithril Mountains - Dragonland

Crack of thunder sound of rain across the endless fields As we speed towards the night upon a steed that never yields Black as the night swift as the wind and e

[The men of Brisingard rarely display a single sign of their noble ancestry their village was once the mighty capital of men before the first orc raids began. W

I raise up my head and gaze upon silvery seashore Swith the sand on my feet and with the sun on my back For days the coast leads my journey shining in the misty