Dragons & Doggos session 1 intro...
Between the ruined towers of ancient wizards and the frozen north at the top of the world stretches the Old Wood. Some claim it is where the fae were born; all agree it is the place where they left this world for other places, to vanish from dream and nightmare both and leaving behind both magic and guardians in their wake like gems in a dreary fen. Here, ancient witches still roam, an unallied town ekes out a small living in the south of the forest, trolls have their home in the dark places of the earth while the fabled Deep Lake is home to the last dragon that does not dwell within the seas.
It is said to be a place of magic and wonder, and given humans the wonder is often how they will profit from such things - for as nations grow, so too does their hunger, but perhaps dragons hunger more than nations ever will. There are stories of the Old Wood that no one believes, from the sleeping kings to the lady in the lake and when deep into his cups, Sir Render will speak of a dog made of swords and of death that wags its tail before destroying all that stand against it.
People fear the dragon, but often forget what forces the dragon might keep in check.
And far away, in the shining towners of the Sun City where the capital of Ouat spreads out over land that is, perhaps, larger even than the Old Wood, Prince Thespin Rex is subjected to a lecture: “Know, ih prince, that between the years when the oceans drank the Sinking Lands and the gleaming cities of Ouat -.”
“That’s us, though? This might not be a wise story….” the price said worriedly.
“Ahem! AND the gleaming cities of Ouat, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Anarch there was an Age undreamt of, when the seven kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles under the stars. Hither came the…. Captain of the guard?”
And the would-be historian was arrested for slandering the mighty kingdom of Ooat, for this was the reign of King Laurent Wendall Rex the II and most heavy was the crown that lay upon his brown, and often his gaze turned to the Old Wood to the west and visions of wealth and prosperity came unto him that would not go away…
And so we begin our tale as we begin every tale: a summer day, the sky as blue and clear, the waters of the deep lake as warm as a bathing pool and within it dwells the dragon Mixy, while Sword Dog laps from the waters….