The Stranger's Chronicles Part 1 Chapter 1

 Part I: the Legend of the Stranger 

Chapter I :The Stranger and the Dragon.

Twas after winter when he first arrived in the village, he was young man then and not yet what he would soon become. Around twilight he arrived at the tavern his face youthful and beardless, his eyes swirling in a blue like the river styx his hair curled in knotts and his left leg quivering. He wore a long black Viking style tunic detailed in red and silver a long black belt covered his waist with a knotted silver buckle. At his side sat a scarron of black and red with a celtic knot engraved upon it. He hobbled in cautiously watching every step, his left leg weakened by reasons unknown, he carried with him a dark wooden staff that bled tree sap down its side as he hobbled into the tavern collapsing onto a wooden bench as the tavern wench brunhilda approached him. She asked him for his order, and in a strange accent possible descending from the accent of Blackburn he spoke “What Cider Do you have?” this pondered her as well as the other residents of the tavern, as pulled a pentagonal green wooden cup with a serpent engraved on it from his open hand. Brunhilda responded that they had but only one cider an apple honey crisp cider, he paid the price upfront as she returned with his mug full of cider. He chugged it brutally and hastelly, as if he hadnt fed or drank in months. A tan fellow in black leather garb with crooked and yellowing teeth approached the stranger, he criticized the prices of the beer’s and ciders claiming that one could save money had they purchased two twenty ounces instead of one forty. The stranger nodded and smiled not wanting to insult the intoxicated stranger as he sat in the tavern finishing his cider that fell onto his face as he drank from his greed wooden pentagonal mug, before standing up and walking out of the tavern and continuing down the road.

The stranger walked the path down the road from the tavern and into the forest, a moor like swampy wood filled with the most vile of creatures. Their had been rumors of recent goblin and fairy sightings from the hunters, Trolls and Ogres had been thought to travel in packs within these woods aswell. But nothing was more feared than the Swamp Dragon, a dreaded fire breathing water drake of black leather that was thought to rule over the forest from a cave deep within the lake at the center. The stranger passed through the woods, left unmolested by the creatures of myth as he made his way through the nests of giant spiders, and the dwellings of Orc’s who called this dark place home. He soon came upon a lake where he stood far, staring off through the distance not merely looking at the trees on the other side, but staring at something more mystical. The stranger grabbed his staff and slammed it at the shore, creating a massive ripple. He then continued to patiently and silently stare at the lake. At first there was no response as he stared through the lake but then, at the lakes center, it began to bubble. As the black dragon with its red eyes emerged from the water. The Dragon was large its neck could barely march through a castle gate house, its horns like oak trees and the fins that lined the side of its head like the hands of a giant. Its neck was serpentine and the rest of its body remained submerged under the murky black waters of the lake. 

The Dragon roared ferociously at the stranger who stood his ground before opening his mouth and in some sort of strange fashion began to speak to the dragon, roaring back and forth between each other in conversation. The Dragon was tamed by the stranger as it lowered its head and moved close to him, the stranger, investigating its eyes, complimenting the beast as it head lurched back before striking at him. The stranger, deflecting the serpentine head with a blast of light energy that appeared from his hands. The dragon was quick but the stranger was quicker. The beast soon climbed from the water, its arms and legs canine yet reptillian the size of a hovel. The beast swiped at the stranger with its claws but its skin was burned by a flame that was spat from the mouth of the stranger. The Dragon fully emerged from the water, its tail the length of a small village, it swiped at the stranger like a whip, but the stranger ignited his hand with a sword made from thunder slashing through the tail severing it from the dragon. The beast was enraged as it attempted once more to devour the stranger, but the stranger disappeared in a puff of black smoke before reapearing on the dragons back, casting his sword of lightning into the back of the dragon. The dragon exhausted collapsed upon the shore, panting out of breath, begging the stranger for forgiveness. The stranger placed his hand just over the dragons eye as the dragon began to shrink into a glowing red orb and then finally into a red orb shaped crystal. The dragons tail was left floating in the lake, and the stranger made use of it. He summoned the tail with his black magic to his side and transfigured it into a coat of black leather and two matching bracers, using the weeve of his magic and some near by iron ore set it as he flung it on. As for the crystal he placed it in the crevice of his staff and sealed it with wiring that he kept in his scarron before leaving the lake and continuing on his way.