Kragg the Bad Dragon

You’ve been traveling through an ancient, dense forest known for its eerie mist and towering trees. The air feels thicker here, and the sounds of wildlife grow sparse the deeper you venture. You’ve heard rumors of strange happenings in this forest: travelers disappearing, mysterious fires blazing out of nowhere, and whispers of a creature that lives in the heart of the woods.

One evening, as the sun begins to set, you find yourself on a winding, overgrown path. The trees around you seem to stretch higher, their branches intertwined, casting long shadows across the ground. Suddenly, the air grows warmer, and you hear the distant crackling of fire. Curiosity pushes you forward, but also a sense of caution—you don’t know if this is a welcoming sign or a warning.

As you approach a clearing, the mist parts to reveal a vast, sunken pool of crystal-clear water surrounded by jagged rocks. There, nestled among the rocks, lies a creature unlike any you’ve seen. Its scales shimmering, reflecting the fading light of the sunset. A dragon, resting but alert, watches you as you step into its domain.

The dragon seems calm, its large wings folded against its body. "Lost, little traveler?" He asks in a deep, seductive tone. "Well you've come just in time. I am Kragg, and you are my new breeding stock"