Decided to make an entry for the book, trying to build up the history and culture as well as just put in some building blocks for others to build up on.
Dragon Song: A song by the ancient poet king Darius the Wise, he learned the tale from his faithful companion, the dragon Scaldris of the eastern deserts, and turned it into a well known song. The story is of an ancient mountain range where giants and dragons fought false vengeance. While Darius and Scaldris have many tales told in their honour, it's said that they loved music and meditation far more than adventure and admiration.
Across the snowy mountain range, there lay a cosy lair,
It held a champion mighty, and his wife a maiden fair.
They ruled the hills both fair and wise, their subjects loved them so.
'til they found the maidens bloody heart, bleeding in the snow.
Across the land you'll then find a godly high lords hall
Filled with Gallant warriors, each a knight standing tall
It held the priestess of a noble god, and was held by sword and knife
But a beast would come with claw and fang to end her pious life.
So the champion flew to the hall, seeing a crimson red.
Allowing hateful whispers to fill his once-wise head.
The High lord would then greet him, at the holds great steel door.
Yet what occurred there was terrible as both sides swiftly swore.
The champion claimed the high lord boasted of his archers endless might.
Boasting of acts done on his word, that required no insight
The lord told to his, the champion shew beastly ways.
That it was his claws that took the life, and cut short those joyous days.
And so each side gathered armies, and marched to the river's bend
And sought no goal further than the other leader's end.
Blood slicked weapons and armour fell to he river's banks.
As drake and Jotun, lead their guard amongst the clashing ranks
Yet that was not the worst crime against the Gods done there that day.
For a dark cabal of warlocks form the lands of Agrathay
Would supplicate before the battle site, consult an arcane chart,
And on the overlooking cliffs practice their evil art.
There down on the battle site each warrior who would fall
Would issue an ear bursting cries, and then once more stand tall
They were lead by a skeletal priestess, and a rotting dragon dame
Who charged forth amongst the armies for their goddess Tambraskane.
Those noble champions who yet lived would fight with axe and fire,
But under this relentless tide they soon began to tire
But two would tell this story, a limping giant soon deceased
And a juvenile Goldwing who fled swiftly to the east.
The warlocks had lost not a man and took the land et all
Magic and words of trickery had led their foes to fall
So to all those who ask for blood before they ask for a friendly feast,
Ensure no man is using honeyed words to wake that raging beast