Favnir was not as legend would have you believe. He was a Young Dragon but powerful, who would surprise foes with a powerful flame from his fire lungs, most were expecting acid, fire was uncommon in the Blacks. He had lived in peace with the villagers for many years, they allowed him some cattle and sheep, that they would leave in the far field. He would swoop in take what he needed and would leave the village in peace. Once he even drove off a group of raiders who had threaten the village to the joy of the men.
But now the villagers had learn Favnir was with mate and was to be a father..."no no no three dragon s would not be tolerated" the village elders said. So one dark night as Favnir was off Hunting the Villager came to the swamp and slaughtered the female and eggs as she slumbered.
Oh they were so proud... DRAGON SLAYERS are we!!! they boasted over some pints of ale. Laughter filled the tavern, music was in the air but so too was the sound of beating wings. The men had thought (not very wisely) the Favnir would be scared now that his brood was dead...Not so, would you be?
The enraged Dragon attack with a ferocity never seen before, killing all the murders and all things living in his path. Clutching many body's in his talons and jaw he brought the corpses back to the swamp leaving them to ripen. No more Cattle..no more sheep. Favnir was now Favnir the destroyer of Men.
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