>>5942294In settling upon the hex containing the kiwano melons and blood oranges, we further explore the coast to the northeast, finding that it contains giant man-eating slaughterfish, and the hex to the south contains artichoke thistles and pigeon peas, two vegetables.
In exploring the dragon-meteor site to the southeast, however, we discover that there are no longer dragon eggs here. What remains instead are the broken remnants of the eggs, long since discarded and picked clean.
Whenever one of our dragons hatched from their eggs, the eggs themselves cracked and turned to ash, as they can only hatch in a great fire. These shells here indicate that something broke into these eggs and feasted upon the draconic brood within before they could even be born. As for how long ago this was, it is not known, nor it it known what could have done this. Whatever it is, it is assuredly large and powerful, but the greatest beasts of our knowing, the terrifying devilsaurs, have never entered the jungle to our knowledge.
The sylvians have a legend amongst their people, handed down throughout the generations in fearful, hushed tones and told to children to keep them from wandering out at night. It is said there is a beast that slumbers for entire generations, a great winged shadow that feasts upon blood. It is lord of the vampires, for they are its servants. This thing is a wicked and malevolent night-beast, a vampiric bat of monstrously enormous proportions, a creature whose very wingspan can blot out the sun---if it came out during the day.
A creature such as this could have eaten the dragon eggs, for it is said to be larger than even the biggest temple in our capital. As for where it lairs, no one knows, for only appears in the night, ages apart, swooping down from the blackened skies like death itself to snatch up the unwary. This creature is a fixture in their legends, and one of the reasons why they so detest vampires and other blood-suckers.
