Allistera the 3 headed dragoness had made the appropriate incantations
and tossed in the cursed golden coins into the glowing circle,and then
"Oh ye gods,raise me a champion to defeat Evil OverWarlock Rodan
the Destroyer of Worlds"
as she'd tossed in the final bottle of newts eyes into the bubbling cauldron beside the glowing circle.
There was a
<CKKKRAKKKK>
as a column of smoke rose a mile into the sky about the 33 foot tall ( on all fours) three headed dragoness.
Frankly she wasn't a sorceress,warlockess,wizardess or any other
practitioner of the magikal arts.
Just a house-drudge dragoness who'd spent her entire life laying eggs,raising the young
and sweeping the floors clean in the family cavern.
However after Evil OverWarlock 's Army of Dark Angel Press Gang's had swept through the village this spring
and hauled her three dragonish sons into
Rowans army,she'd become desperate to get them back.
She'd crept into the ruins of old Castle Tyrell,found references to her namesake
the human Lord Allister Tyrell and finally found the treasure map the long dead Lord
had hidden away before his son Rowan had murdered him.
Allistera had crept out into the dark of night with the treasure map,dug away at the indicated spot with her powerful forelimbs
( sweeping brooms all day does that)
and found the long buried wooden box.
It had been made of the Heart of Oak,and
had not rotted in the centuries since a desperate Lord Allister Tyrell and his only true friend had
buried it in a wild hollow
centuries earlier.
Allistera had hauled the Heart of Oak chest back to another
cavern no one else in the community knew about,and had carefully slid her
6 dragons talons into the recessed locks in the chest
(puzzlingly the lock was made for a dragon such as she,rather then a human hand)
and then slowly pried open the creaking lid.
Inside lay Lord Allister Tyrell's answer to the doom he foresaw,a spell to raise a Champion.