He was a nightmare beyond all recognition. Many adventurers had been killed by his crushing teeth and deadly poison. He had once weaved togther the songs of a thousand mountains in perfect harmony. A thousand dungeons had fallen under his command. And for a time, even dragons had been cowed by his might.

That was a thousand lunar cycles ago, soon. The humans, dwarfs, elves, orcs, aties, and even the ever vigilent giants had forgotten him.

All of them had more pressing concerns, the humans, dwarfs, and elves had fought him for many moons. But they stopped as they began to grow accustomed to his presence. Now, only brave or idiotic adventurer's would come to slay him. That or the now rare gold-rank would let it all go to their head and attempt to kill the slumbering beast.

They tended to last slightly longer. But none of them could pass even his first floor.

The titan, no not a literal Titan. That slumbered beneath the mountain didn't care, he had often been annoyed by those 'heroes' and such whenever they tried to kill him. Disturbing his nap was meet with the death penalty. No other punishment was acceptable.

Still, he would've liked extra company whenever he did awake. It would make the process of giving birth less boring if there were stakes.

With a soft tone, he sang the eldritch song that unbeknownst to him. Had been given to the Mother of Earth by Loki, the Spider and Serpent.

He of course didn't exactly care all that much, and the knowledge wasn't worth the time it took to remember. But if he did know, it would make half of the insults yelled at him when he killed that foolish party a couple centuries ago make a lot more sense.

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Such a thing didn't matter though. His song continued, uninterrupted as he sand. His voice sailed across the vast cavern in which he slept. Thousands of holes drilled deep in the ceiling and walls echoing his voice. Before drifting through small and smaller passage ways. New and old.

Natural and artificial, till it reached the surface. A small, slow, and uncomfortable hum as it flooded the air of the forests that surrounded the mountains in which he lay.

Thousands upon thousands of small stubby eggs soon emerged from the ground. Many in vibrant reds, deep purples, and soft blues and greens. A rainbow of color that shone in majesty equal to the great elven cities. the metropilis's of the dwarfs. And the capitals of humanity.

No, some particularly strange bards would say it surpassed these marvels.

As the unnatural song ended. The massive beast once known as the deep terror, the menance of the stone paths, and enemy of all dwarfs. Slept.

But the things he birthed would soon awake, filled with malice, kindness, and questions. A generation of enemies that would fell and be felled by many heroes and adventurers throughout the world was born. Matching the exact time a crowd of adventurers would flow throughout and around the entire charted and uncharted world.

So too would this date coencide with the summoning of devil kings, the birth of monster lords, the creation of dungeons, and a thousand other seeds of chaos.

Just like before, most would be forgotten. Only old tales and crippled elders remembering. Some would flicker ever-more from this tide. Becoming a new wave of legends.

And even fewer, would become something more.

But all these men and women and things beyond describing needed someone to spread their deeds. An equal of their own that would spread their achievements far and wide.

Maybe the bastard prince of a nation?

the lost herald of a dead god?

No.

It would be a monster.

A monster that just so happened woke up before the song of its father was finished.

And was able to hear its graceful melody, at least to it, and would forever seek to surpass and master such a song.

A Bard in soul.

A monster in body.

The dice has been rolled.

Let us see if it's a one?