It all begins with this town. For, in this place that is our home, we know a legend that lifes in the very leylines of our lives. Somewhere, there is a beast in sleep. And that, is what the legend is. Not about, the dragon is the legend.
Apart from the knowledge of a dragon living in the parts, little else is known about it or its habits. Only a scarce few had ever seen him, and he seemed too weary then to bother the inhabitants of such a peaceful village. Thus ends the mystery of the dragon, for none know or ever knew enough about it to wonder...unless...
Yonder, there is a mountain, called Kilworth. Is is magestic, and in its embrace is stationed a glistening castle. But this castle is not the kind that would imprint fear on the mind. No, it seemed cheerful. As it was, public would feel free to visit its interior. This was Kavanagh, after all. The town was not what it was, but the inhabitants that lived it. They are most important today, and will be from yesterday, to tomorrow.
Befriend a friend, but beware who they are. Not every warrior is noble -- not every thief cuts throats. Not every animal is an animal. Not all humans possess humanity. Every corner lurks a friend, an enemy, a comrade, or a rival out for proof. These are the people here, Kavanagh.
