We set out early, before the River Beasts woke up. Darkness lingered still around the Old Wood. We had an ominous feeling as we entered...
By dawn we found him, the Colossal Guardian. We were on the right track! Fearfully we approached, ready for anything, but he let us pass! If only we knew what awaited us next...
We pressed on, up to the mountains. We reached the Eyrie as storm clouds gathered overhead. There it was, the Shard! The Hawk swooped on us, trying to stop us from taking it, but we stole it!
We run like hell down into the valley, as rain started pouring down. At the forest edge we met a Merchant. He muttered something about the dangers lurking about the Old Path. He offered he'll take us with him, but you know what happens to those who trust a Goblin.
As the rain stopped, we pushed on. Sun started going down and deep in the Thick Wood we found him, the Great Wyrm. An Ancient Beast, the forest grew around him as he slept for hundreds of years. The Legends warned about what would happen if he ever was to wake up...
