Approximately 600 years ago, in the twilight of the Severan dynasty, during the reign of King Alarak the Cruel, a great blue wyrm settled in the barren Palir Mountains above what was then the fledgeling town of Otraxis. The dragon was already old beyond measure; longer than a river galley, with a head the size of an aurochs and scales the colour of the deepest oceans.

The people of Otraxis were terrified and fled. The Dwarves closed the gateways to their mountain homes and cut off all trade. All living things waited to see what cruelty the great dragon would perform.

Its first target was the Dwarven mines. With claws of adamantium and a breath of lightning, the dragon began to dig deep into the mountain rock, hunting out the precious stones and metals the dwarves had hoarded. Many lives were lost; many mines and sacred crypts were looted and destroyed, the treasures lifted back to the dragon’s lair on leathery wings.

In desperation, the Dwarves begged the dragon for mercy. It agreed to spare their lives and homes in return for crippling annual tribute. The Dwarves paid, and gave the dragon the name “Salizarr”, which means “The Burrowing Death” in their language.

The mountain orcs were unable to resist the Dwarven tribute caravans, and raided them–the Dwarves perhaps less ardent defenders than they would have been under other circumstances. Enraged, Salizarr tracked the orcs back to their lairs, took back his treasure, and breathed death into the orc lairs. He killed their leaders, laughed off the hexes of their witches, and broke the spirits of the tribes. They, too, agreed to serve Salizarr.

Salizarr turned his greedy eye southwards, towards Otraxis. At this time, the Duke of Otraxis had three sons, the youngest of which was Hugh Kade. In desperation, the Duke sent his eldest son south, to the rulers of the Kingdom, to beg for help. He sent his second son west, to seek aid from the magic users of the broken lands. He sent his youngest son east, to the lands of the elves.

Hugh was a pious boy, and every night prayed to the gods to save his home and the good people of Otraxis. He did so one night on the very borders of the elf lands, and fell into a deep slumber. He dreamed of a beautiful woman in white, who gave him eight strands of her hair.

When he awoke, a beautiful golden chain was laid across his chest.

Hugh rode back to Otraxis as quickly as his horse could bear him. He gathered what paltry tribute remained to the people of Otraxis in an ox cart and drove it into the mountains in search of Salizarr.

Salizarr of course found the boy and his cart soon enough. The dragon took the gold and was about to leave when Hugh told him that the ox was tribute from Otraxis as well. Pleased with the fine looking animal and its golden harness, Salizarr devoured the ox in a single gulp.

As soon as it touch his tongue, the ox’s gold harness unravelled into the golden chain, and wrapped itself around Salizarr’s mouth, then head, then neck, then body. Tighter and tighter flexed the chains, until the dragon was trussed like a goose and whimpering in pain. He tried to breath lightning. The chain ignored it. He tried to break free. The chain would not break. Finally, he begged for help from the boy.

“Torment the young races of this area no more,” said Hugh. “Know that I could slay thee now, for I have thee at my mercy. I choose not to, for truly you are creature of surpassing nobility and power, and I would not strike such a splendid child of the gods. Give me your word of honour to trouble us no more, and we shall part as friends.”

Touched by the youth’s nobility, piety and of course flattery, Salizarr gave his word and the chain melted away. True to his word, he returned to his lair, and bothered the younger races no more. Hugh returned to his father’s castle and was hailed as a hero.