The Tale of the Würm of the World’s End

Before the lord of the wild wode awoke the dragons that tried to fell man, and before elves turned to aid them and vanquish them to the corners of all reality, there existed one. One würm on which all others were modeled. Cthrion Uroniziir is the dragon that feeds on the real. Sealed under the beating heart of the world, locked away by a key far greater in power than any mortal could imagine.

The elves memories run deep into the abyss of time, but even to them the tales of the Würm of the World’s End rings like folklore. Some believe the tale, while others regard it as a children's story. The high elves have entirely abandoned it as superstition. Still, on nights of festivals and in the bedrooms of children asking for a scary bed time story, whispers of the würm echo. A cosmic horror the likes of which man was never meant to face, and the elves who believe pray never will have to be.