The Fazarath

The sun shown down on the horse and his rider as they rode across the hot desert sand of Yezkharthia. The sand stung the rider's face as it was driven accross the land. It was iperative that he arrive at the city gates before nightfall; before the great beast emerged from his greusome domain and began his nightly hunt. The beast was an anchient foe of Yezkharthia and all of the surrounding lands. Tales of this deamon that had been summoned from the east passed from generation to generation. The creature resembled the dragons of the West, but its temperment and habbits were far from similar. He was twice as large as the largest recorded dragon, his scales were dressed in scattered feathery array, and his eyes were but giant black orbs that held such hatred and hunger for flesh. His talons were three feet in length and sharper than any sword and his roar shook the ground like thunder. If any man were caught outside of the gates of his city after nightfall, may the gods have mercy on him. It was said that the great king who summond the monstrous beast cast a spell on him that forced him to leave the castle at peace. It was said that if the beast ever tried to attack the castle or any citizen thereof a deamon would be released from hell to consume the beast and burn the land. The rider drove his steed harder. After all, he had a growing family to care for.