The Black Dragon's Story

A beautiful Drow woman (http://i.imgur.com/tbRy7O6.png) sits on a small throne, a story book held open in front of her. Her eyes lock with yours, and she smiles.

"Allow me to tell you the tale of the King of Darkness." She turns the page of the book, and begins to read.

"Long ago, when Nefetria was still young, terrible lizards of tremendous size and spiteful malice walked its surface. Their words alone contained the essence of magic, giving their breath the might of the elemental forces. They scoured the pathetic kingdoms of the land, their dark hatred torturing man for over one thousand years. Great these beasts were, and so they were given the name Dragon; a word in ancient tongue meaning "God's punishment."

"Finally, through alliance, the races of humanity drove back the great drakes, slaying them. Not the King though. A powerful beast with dark black scales, he was too much for even the mightiest of their warriors. They did the only thing they could; they sealed him. Into the dark caverns of the Earth he was cast, held back by powerful magics."

She closes the book, looking up with a smile. "Do not worry, this story has a happy ending. Because the King of Darkness lives still. In the deepest caverns, in the darkest parts of the underbelly of this world, he waits. His hoard grows, and soon he will be ready to make his return to the world above."

From behind her throne small draconic beasts begin to spill out, holding makeshift weapons, chanting in a horrible tongue. The beasts that serve the demons and dragons, Kobolds. The Drow girl runs her hand over one of their heads as it nuzzles closer to her touch. "I hope that when we finally meet, we can add our own chapter to this story. I hope the time comes soon. Won't you take from me my treasure, oh brave knights?" She smiles, a row of sharp teeth forming as the light of the cave grows dim.