The Doom of Karak Hirn

“...O and then the dread Wyrm did appear! She came like a storm, a smoking shadow swimming through the thick oily air! The terrible beast was a black wave, crashing onto the charred ruins of the tower, consuming the poor wretches in bright fire. And there she perched like a great smouldering claw, amongst the boiling stones and licking flames. She was an ancient memory of pain and vengeance, unleashed upon this Old World! One the Dwarves would come to call ‘The Doom of Karak Hirn’!”

~ from the epic saga “The Great Dragon Yxthyriax, Doom of Karak Hirn”