Before settlers arrived in the area, the closest thing the Wilds had to a government was the great wyrm of the mountains. It went by many names but has become widely known under the monicker it gave to the fist settlers in their own tongue, Highclaw.

The tribes and small nations paid Highclaw tribute in gold, and in return the great dragon would act as an arbiter in disputes and as a defender in times of need. But when the settlers arrived, the tribes were not able to meet Highclaw’s fee to destroy the invaders, and the dragon allowed the newcomers to settle in exchange for tribute.

While Highclaw at first negotiated with the settlers, eventually they became so numerous that they began making demands. Alarmed, the dragon charged into battle against the largest settlement in the area. Its poor judgment returned to pay dividends, though, as its erstwhile tribal allies remembered Highclaw’s earlier refusal to help them. They, in turn, would not aid the ancient wyrm.

A fierce battle raged for two days, but at the end, Highclaw was struck down by cannon fire. Legend has it that, approached by a cautious militiaman, the great serpent whispered one last curse into the ear of a curious militiaman:

“May your greed go forever unslaked and my hoard go forever undisturbed.”

No trace was ever found of the great golden hoard that centuries of tribute must have produced. But in the century since, hundreds of treasure seekers have perished trying to find it.

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