Forgotten Tales

The Crimson Hooded Rider

The Crimson Hooded Rider

Many have been saved by the crimson hooded rider from the North. But many more have been damned to fires of Runduin by the Rider as well. Yet none know of the Rider's origin or identity.

It all began in a small town, in a small kingdom north to the Purple Mountains, under the desolation of Myannmar. After the coming of Myannmar the Brutal, a dragon of Bragune origin, a silence befell the kingdom and the world forgot about the, riches of the people of kingdom and the world left them behind. Three red moons into the oncoming of the desolation of Myannmar, the people grew weary of the dragon. A brave bunch ventured into the forest of the Yaduil, the forest where the dragon had taken up residence. After a day's journey, the company reached the dragon's lair.

As they gazed upon the beast, fear overcame them all. The beast was more than two hundred feet long and fifty feet wide. In the vast riches of the people of the Yaduil, the dragon slept, snoring. The company set up camp far away from the dragon in order not to waken it. They debated for several moons on what should be done, for if the dragon was once woken then that would be the possible end of the kingdoms under the desolation of Myannmar. After several moons, they decided that they would kill the dragon one way or another.

They approached the dragon and awoke it. After it awoke, a huge war broke out. With the dragon Myannmar and the dragon Beldist on one side and the humans of the kingdoms under the desolation of Myannmar and the tree spirits of Yaduil on one side. It waged on, hour after hour. For several moons together the battle between the dragons and people continued. Myannmar and Beldist, flying over the battle grounds torched whatever dared to stand in their way. The huge dragons moved like a hurricane, destroying everything with their dragon fire. They could not be stopped; no blade or arrow was strong enough to pierce its hide. Occasionally they would fly behind the purple mountains towards the south to regain their strength.

That occasional absence of the dragons gave the people of the kingdom to rearm themselves. Sometimes the dragons would be gone for more than twelve hours. And when they would return it would be obvious for when they swooped in from the south, for every soul would hear the sound of death and fire from the sky.

Midnight, two moons into the battle, one of the members of the company ventured into the forest to the vaults of the Yaduil. This was their last resort. He had been told that the army was almost completely lost in the dragon fire. Most of the kingdom was severely damaged as well. His name was Beowulf Urandl.

He was sent to the vaults to see if there was something within the vaults that could be used as leverage against the dragons because dragons do not claim hordes for treasure only for its worth. Dragons are often attracted by objects of even more worth and far more unique and precious.

When he reached there, he jumped inside the large hole in the ground. He ventured in the large vaults of the Yaduil. In there, he found two things. The first was a large white rock, a dragon egg. It was the belief of the Yaduil that dragon eggs brought luck. So they obviously stole Myannmar's egg and stored it here.

It was the egg that brought the desolation of Myannmar upon their lands. So he decided to return the egg to the dragon in exchange for the end of the war and peace. He picked the egg up and turned around to leave. But just has he had begun to leave the vaults he sensed something else, a calm, eerie presence of good and justice. Beowulf turned around and there it was: The Amulet of Theodein.

The Amulet of Theodein was one of the greatest pieces of magical equipment ever made. Forged in the holy fires of Valynir, the amulet had the ability to save only the innocent and deliver the true and good people to heaven. But the amulet came with a precaution, a curse. If so, whatsoever the amulet was involved with anything wrong it would be corrupted.