Power throbs within the weapon, as though it were the beating heart of a living thing. Each pulse seems to bolster your martial spirit, filling you with the desire to lay waste to the dragons. How such potent enmity came to lie within a bone taken from one of the drake's bodies you cannot say. But whether it's been drawn from the bone itself, or else bestowed upon it by the sorcery which enhanced its power, you yearn to direct its fury against your foes.
Whenever a dragon's attack is thwarted by this sturdy bulwark you like to imagine their mind seething in rage as they recognize their fallen brethren's scales. And perhaps Erebus himself seethes in the underworld, crying out in frustration or even pain as his hide is struck again and again.
VI. "Erebus spoke lies before his kind, told of how Erimides had been slain and his body desecrated by human wyrm-hunters. Those who favored his cause were quick enough to roar, calling this proof that the lesser races had to be subdued. Few among Erimides' friends believed the tale. Tiresias and the others knew what murder had taken place. But they also understood that death would be their lot as well if they spoke out, that their malevolent brethren would stop at nothing. So they left that place, knowing that war would follow them." -- The Blind Bard, 'Legends of Terracles'
VII. "The dragons summoned their minions, gathering them into great legions bristling with fangs and claws and steel. Great was the cheer from monstrous lips when their masters spoke of their desires. All were ready to kill and conquer at the behest of their gods, and earn divine favor with their blood. So the armies marched, spreading across the land like grasping fingers as the wyrms flew overhead and exalted to command such power." -- The Blind Bard, 'Legends of Terracles'
VIII. "The lesser races would tremble before them, so the drakes believed. For how could such weak, insignificant beings hope to match themselves against draconic might? Surely they would know the folly of resistance, and understand that the dragons were their rightful rulers? Thus when the wyrms came to each town and city they did not at first give battle. Instead they bellowed their demands, and waited for the streets to be filled with groveling wretches willing to accept slavery." -- The Blind Bard, 'Legends of Terracles'
IX. "It was Malichar who led his worshippers to Pella. The mighty green dragon flew above his host, gazed into the town, and roared. Some of the townspeople screamed and fled to their homes. Others quailed, and stood trembling in the streets. Malichar was pleased, and reveled in his might. But his roar had awoken Pella's champion. For Terracles lay in his bed, weary from his labors, and his brow creased with anger." -- The Blind Bard, 'Legends of Terracles'
X."Terracles strode into the town square, stared up at Malichar, and demanded to know why the dragon had come to Pella. When he learned, when he knew that he and his townspeople were expected to bend their knees and surrender to the drake, he spoke no more. Instead he went to the town's forge, and returned with the blacksmith's weighty anvil in his hands. Terracles threw the great lump of metal, with such force that it broke Malichar's skull and sent his body crashing down. Then the hero seized his club, marched from the gates, and slew every one of the dragon's minions who weren't swift enough to escape his wrath. Thus was the fate of the drake who came to Pella. Thus did the war begin." -- The Blind Bard, 'Legends of Terracles'