The Dwarves crowded in Kal'Dwain, for a sighting that may have been true, or it may have been false. There were reports of things named 'Drakes' looming in the sky, towards Dwarf lands. It appeared that these mysterious, black, flying creatures were headed in the direction of Kal'Dwain. The Dwarves rallied, in the Irongut hold, awaiting this so called attack. Archers positioned themselves atop the mountains, and warriors stood, prepared, for an attack that could take their lives. As the archers looked out into the distance, they saw a dark figure, escape from a strong fog. They shouted down into the Hold, but turned around to see about 6 more come out of the fog along with the first.
The Drakes flew over the mountain, into the main square of Kal'Dwain, breathing fire all around. The stalls owned by different merchants caught ablaze by the fiery death. Other Drakes looked for their prey, the warriors stood strong, not letting the Drakes come over them. After many deaths, and sacrifices, the Mighty Dwarves pushed the Drakes outwards, towards the docks.As 4 Drakes had been killed, the Dwarves searched for the last two.
There they were. Perched up atop the hill. The Dwarves charged, led by The Paragon Kjell Ireheart, towards the large black creature. Axes, Swords, and arrows, owned by the various dwarves, were fired, and had been swung at the Drakes. After one had been killed, the Dwarves advanced. A mysterious man was floating in the air, some proclaimed it to be a devil, a god or the wandering wizard himself. That it was the Great wizard, who was thought to have been slain by the Undead, in Aegis. As the Dwarves charged at the last drake, swinging mainly at its underbelly, the Wizard landed the striking blow. The various warriors were astonished, looking at the great wizard without a single blink.
Many of the fierce warriors stayed on the hill, taking war trophies for themselves. While others, retreated into Kal'Dwain, to prepare for a great feast. One Drake remained untouched, and the many dwarves dragged it into the main square. The Drake was skinned, cooked and then eaten. Ale was bestowed upon the Dwarves by the wizard to go along with the meal. The skeleton of the Drake now hangs in the halls of Karik, a reminder of the great fight that went on that day.