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Part One

Prologue
Just on the outskirts of King Arthur’s domain, there is a town called by the name of Beutec. This town is very small, but the people within it are as loyal to king Arthur as any of his knights of the round table; but recently their faith in the king has begun to waver. For you see, as of late a terrible dragon by the name of Goldenscale has been ransacking the town and destroying everything within its path. Many people have died, and if the kind does not send them help soon every last person in the town will be slain by the dragon, which will inevitably lead to disaster in the rest of the kingdom. King Arthur, upon sensing the threat to his people and to his kingdom, sent for a well-known huntsman who lives in the woods at the base of the northern mountains. He later saw to it that this huntsman, along with a small group of his knights, was sent to the town of Beutec to put an end to the dragon’s destruction…
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“Dragon attacks have and forever will be common in our noble town Avondale; but this is the fifth time that the Goldenscale has come after us. What are we to do about it?” An elderly knight by the name of Agthor asks gruffly from his place atop his horse, his bearded face well hidden by the helmet atop his balding head. Besides him, Avondale, a well-known huntsman of Arthur’s kingdom watches from atop his own mount as a golden dragon continues its assault over the small town of Beutec; a town he had once called his home.

“We are to do as Arthur has instructed; kill it, and mount its head upon the castle as a warning to any other dragons who would dare to attack our homes.” Avondale says calmly as he leads his companion over to a sheltered area as the dragons flames draw nearer to their location; he has grown so used to staring death in the face that he has forgotten how to fear danger. The horses seemed to have also grown accustomed to peril, for they showed no signs of distress as they rode over the burning rubble of fallen houses, until they fell still beneath the shelter of a stone bridge.
“As for the rest of its body, we’ll give everyone in town a portion of its meat and its skin; it will grant them some comfort in their times of loss.” He continued to speak as the dragon sent forth another rain of molten fire, setting the already destroyed crops ablaze with flames anew. Afterwards, as if pleased with its destruction for the time being, the dragon’s assault came to a blinding halt before it flew towards the northern mountains and disappeared. Not long afterwards the surviving people of the town began to emerge from their various hiding places to overlook the aftermath of the dragons destruction. Nearly all of the houses had been reduced to rubble, and those that weren't would have to be torn down and rebuilt because of their extensive damage.

At least a quarter of the live stalk had been killed by the dragon’s flames, and most of the remaining animals had been too badly burned to save; but at least they could still be butchered. As for the crops, they had been completely obliterated. Luckily for the townspeople, the side effects of a dragons flame would see to it that they would be able to get new crops growing quickly enough. Sadly, the dragons rage had seen to it that nearly half of the people living in town had been killed, meaning that everyone would have to work twice as hard if they wanted to survive the upcoming winter. Upon seeing the townspeople gather in the center of the town, the huntsman and the knight ventured out of their hiding place to see to it that they would be given the proper guidance as they prepared to rebuild their town.

“Listen up, all of you! I know that Goldenscale has taken much from each of you! He has ransacked your houses, reduced your crops to ash, slain most of your live stalk, and murdered your kinsmen!” Agthor shouted as he rode his horse in circles around the seemingly heartbroken people of Beutec, his voice resonating with power and knowledge. “But know this people of Beutec; that dragon will regret the next time it dares to show its face! For the next time it comes to kill all of us, we shall slay the monstrous beast, and put an end to its reign of terror!” The knight continued to shout as his horse came to a stop and reared up onto its hind legs, waving its forelegs in the air as if they were flags of victory. An instant later, every person in the crowd of people began to shout and cheer at the top of their lungs, wholeheartedly believing in every word of the knight’s statement. Meanwhile, as all of this went down, Avondale sat silently atop his horse gazing out towards the northern mountains, knowing that the next time the dragon emerged from its den, the beast would meet its end
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Part One

Prologue
Just on the outskirts of King Arthur’s domain, there is a town called by the name of Beutec. This town is very small, but the people within it are as loyal to king Arthur as any of his knights of the round table; but recently their faith in the king has begun to waver. For you see, as of late a terrible dragon by the name of Goldenscale has been ransacking the town and destroying everything within its path. Many people have died, and if the kind does not send them help soon every last person in the town will be slain by the dragon, which will inevitably lead to disaster in the rest of the kingdom. King Arthur, upon sensing the threat to his people and to his kingdom, sent for a well-known huntsman who lives in the woods at the base of the northern mountains. He later saw to it that this huntsman, along with a small group of his knights, was sent to the town of Beutec to put an end to the dragon’s destruction…
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“Dragon attacks have and forever will be common in our noble town Avondale; but this is the fifth time that the Goldenscale has come after us. What are we to do about it?” An elderly knight by the name of Agthor asks gruffly from his place atop his horse, his bearded face well hidden by the helmet atop his balding head. Besides him, Avondale, a well-known huntsman of Arthur’s kingdom watches from atop his own mount as a golden dragon continues its assault over the small town of Beutec; a town he had once called his home.

“We are to do as Arthur has instructed; kill it, and mount its head upon the castle as a warning to any other dragons who would dare to attack our homes.” Avondale says calmly as he leads his companion over to a sheltered area as the dragons flames draw nearer to their location; he has grown so used to staring death in the face that he has forgotten how to fear danger. The horses seemed to have also grown accustomed to peril, for they showed no signs of distress as they rode over the burning rubble of fallen houses, until they fell still beneath the shelter of a stone bridge.
“As for the rest of its body, we’ll give everyone in town a portion of its meat and its skin; it will grant them some comfort in their times of loss.” He continued to speak as the dragon sent forth another rain of molten fire, setting the already destroyed crops ablaze with flames anew. Afterwards, as if pleased with its destruction for the time being, the dragon’s assault came to a blinding halt before it flew towards the northern mountains and disappeared. Not long afterwards the surviving people of the town began to emerge from their various hiding places to overlook the aftermath of the dragons destruction. Nearly all of the houses had been reduced to rubble, and those that weren't would have to be torn down and rebuilt because of their extensive damage.

At least a quarter of the live stalk had been killed by the dragon’s flames, and most of the remaining animals had been too badly burned to save; but at least they could still be butchered. As for the crops, they had been completely obliterated. Luckily for the townspeople, the side effects of a dragons flame would see to it that they would be able to get new crops growing quickly enough. Sadly, the dragons rage had seen to it that nearly half of the people living in town had been killed, meaning that everyone would have to work twice as hard if they wanted to survive the upcoming winter. Upon seeing the townspeople gather in the center of the town, the huntsman and the knight ventured out of their hiding place to see to it that they would be given the proper guidance as they prepared to rebuild their town.

“Listen up, all of you! I know that Goldenscale has taken much from each of you! He has ransacked your houses, reduced your crops to ash, slain most of your live stalk, and murdered your kinsmen!” Agthor shouted as he rode his horse in circles around the seemingly heartbroken people of Beutec, his voice resonating with power and knowledge. “But know this people of Beutec; that dragon will regret the next time it dares to show its face! For the next time it comes to kill all of us, we shall slay the monstrous beast, and put an end to its reign of terror!” The knight continued to shout as his horse came to a stop and reared up onto its hind legs, waving its forelegs in the air as if they were flags of victory. An instant later, every person in the crowd of people began to shout and cheer at the top of their lungs, wholeheartedly believing in every word of the knight’s statement. Meanwhile, as all of this went down, Avondale sat silently atop his horse gazing out towards the northern mountains, knowing that the next time the dragon emerged from its den, the beast would meet its end
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