Talos and Cyrus

War is coming... yet no one knows. The Deplorable festers in his anger, his rage newly ignited as one of his own suddenly betrays him, rocking him to his core. He seethes alone, waiting...

For five hundred years, dragons and men have been isolated from each other, becoming mortal enemies after a bloody war tore apart their once peaceful alliance. They have spoken ill of each other ever since, the tales of their momentous battle warped by storytellers for generation upon generation.

Cyrus leaves behind everything he's ever known, his family, his home, his village. He ventures out on his own with nothing more than a mangy old pack mule at his side. He dreams of wealth and riches, of stability and endless feasts, and he hopes to find work as he ventures out into the wilds of Crasmere. However, his plans take an abrupt turn when he is ambushed by monsters only found in one's deepest nightmares and, when he feels all hope is lost... something saves him.

A creature no one has seen in five centuries. A creature many have presumed to have died long ago, gone extinct and wiped from the land all together. A creature said to thirst for blood and raw flesh, a beast with a roar to deafen all.

A dragon.