You were a lone traveler, finding you way through the vast and snowy mountains of The Arachanian Elevation. The wind picked up, the snow along with it, creating a gargantuan snow tempest. You were forced to take shelter in a cavern. Your nose is then assaulted by a foul stench of blood and rotting flesh. You then look some more and then realize you have stumbled into a cavern where a massive, black scaled, horned Dragon King.