Frost Wyrm Saga 5

Frost Wyrm Saga 5 is an encounter in The Savage North. It comes after Frost Wyrm Saga 4 or Frost Wyrm Saga 6.
==Enemies==
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
“Kalaxia was surrounded by her Nord minions when the Dragon-Rider tracked her down. All of the Frost Wyrm Clan’s warriors were there, apart from those he’d already killed on his journey through Nordent. And some distance away, across the snow, was a second camp. The beastmen Kalaxia had brought with her from the lair.”
“I’ve heard this one,” Hugh says. “He charged in with his army and cut a path to the dragon. Then he killed her too.”
“That’s what some of the bards say, but it’s not true. Storytellers just like battles. But there wasn’t one. Not that time. The Dragon-Rider had a fine army with him, but he knew that if they attacked the Frost Wyrm Clan they’d suffer heavy losses.”
“Wouldn’t have bothered most generals. Some of those blokes think losing half their men is a badge of honor. Makes the battle seem more heroic when they talk about their victory.”
“Perhaps... But he wasn’t going to see his friends die. Not when there was something else he could try...”
“What did he do?” Rakshara asks. Again her voice sounds so very young, as though the towering oroc warrior-woman is an awestruck girl yearning to hear the story unfold.
“He marched into the middle of their camp.”
“I approve of the audacity,” Brachus says. “But what-“
You tap the crest on your shield.
“A little trickery. My ancestor’s dragon friend, the one he rode to become known as the Dragon-Rider of Burden’s Rest... He was blue.”
The disappointment when enemies are sighted ahead, interrupting the story at that most critical of points, is palpable. Your companions want to hear its conclusion, caught up in the magic of even your inexpert storytelling. But for your part, satisfaction swells within you.
Yes... Let the past be subservient to the present for a change...
===Conclusion===
“What happened?” Rakshara asks.
The oroc turns to you and poses the question before the head she’s lopped from a Nord’s shoulders hits the snow.
“In the Frost Wyrm camp,” she says, as the fruit of her decapitation bounces away before finding its resting place in a snowdrift.
“The Dragon-Rider told the Nords that they’d been tricked. He said that Solus was the blue dragon from their prophecy, and Kalaxia a pretender.”
“Risky trick that,” Hugh says.
“Perhaps. But remember that the Frost Wyrm Nords had never seen a blue dragon before Kalaxia. Now all of a sudden there was a second one. It was enough to give them pause, at any rate. And all the Dragon-Rider needed was for them to stay out of the way...”
“Long enough for him to slay Kalaxia,” Rakshara says, her eyes bright as jewels.
“Yes.”
Category:The Savage North