For near two hundred years the dragon slept on the hoard of Thrór beneath the Lonely Mountain. Dale lay in ruin below, its bells long silent, its people scattered to the long lake and the wild.
Then the thief came, and the worm woke in wrath.
On a night of stars he came down from the Mountain, gold and flame across the dark, and the town upon the water burned. Roofs fell into the lake. Boats went up like torches. The Long Lake hissed and steamed beneath him, until a single black arrow found the bare place in his armor and the greatest dragon of the age fell out of the sky.
Art by Augusto Cuevas Da Silva (@funeral.cosmico)
.Black 100% US cotton Comfort Colors 6014 long sleeves and 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.
Please review your shirt style and size before completing your order.
Available for one week only. Then the fire goes out
For near two hundred years the dragon slept on the hoard of Thrór beneath the Lonely Mountain. Dale lay in ruin below, its bells long silent, its people scattered to the long lake and the wild.
Then the thief came, and the worm woke in wrath.
On a night of stars he came down from the Mountain, gold and flame across the dark, and the town upon the water burned. Roofs fell into the lake. Boats went up like torches. The Long Lake hissed and steamed beneath him, until a single black arrow found the bare place in his armor and the greatest dragon of the age fell out of the sky.
Art by Augusto Cuevas Da Silva (@funeral.cosmico)
.Black 100% US cotton Comfort Colors 6014 long sleeves and 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.
Please review your shirt style and size before completing your order.
Available for one week only. Then the fire goes out