In this world, there are many stories. Vast they are in number, matched only in multitude by the number of those people who have the desire to tell them. For hundreds and thousands of years, we have collected them.

The man stared back at the great white drake of the north, as the beast emitted a low guttural growl that carried over the snow despite the wind's howl. Fear finally showed in the man's face as he took in the appearance of the beast before him. The pain his arm was momentarily forgotten at the realization of the threat before him.

But the man would have to die. His madness had to be snuffed out. With a bark of aggression, the Barioth gave the madman his fair warning before crouching to charge forward. Snuff out the disease it thought, remove the malady.