Volcan's Mouth
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 6155
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"Hellmouth" was what the Allarians called the open fissures of the earth
that spewed forth hot ash and gas and lava. Near to the village in which
Fred had retired there was indeed one such fissure. The locals simply
called it Volcanusporta - the Door of Volcan.
The Mayor, who was indeed the dreaded dargon that filled the folk of Allaria with terror, was now richer and more powerful than it had ever imagined it would become. It controlled Fred's lands and wealth and began to amass even more than before. Fred's simple home (he never let his riches go to his head) was rented out to a group of traveling minstrels and the sheep were herded by a local tavern-boy. The dog had ran away, the chickens became someone's meal, and cow mooed forlornly over the makeshift grave of the deceased Lord Fred. More and more folk arrived at the once sleepy village and now near- nation. They came to gamble in the Vestibule of Fortuna, they came to imbibe in the Halls of Mead, and they came to make out wherever they could. The Mayor - who now prefered to be called DhrahK T'anZos - never allowed the populous to discover it's true identity. It was dargon, yet few in the Village T'anZos knew it. Each day people came from far and wide: from Tiberius and Ethanac, from Hespan and Quincy and many other lands. Though few could explain their yearning for the place (above and beyond their base vices), there seemed a strange attraction that hovered around every corner and above very head. Leaning over the rail of the highest tower in the central Keep, Dhrahk T'anZos smiled a most wicked smile. It's sharp fangs were allowed to protrude freely and it's lips quivered in delight. It knew the reason - it knew why they came and stayed...and died in ever so inconspicuous numbers. No one suspected, no one imagined. But the Mayor of T'anZos knew, the dargon from regions colder than the Frozen Wastes of Hildegrant knew, it knew the power of the fissures, the power of the molten magics, the power of Volcan himself. But what that vile, evil, very bad and no-good creature didn't know was that someone else knew too. And that someone told a handful of others and they were now masquerading as traveling minstrels and renting the very property of the hideous monster that pretended to be a man. They knew, for they were Slayers and they were led by none other than Baron Fleidermous and little girl Summers!
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