You wander the plains of Vridtor. A wild southern land. Once a proud and noble people dwelled here. The castles and parts of the old citys remain. The bloodline is gone though, killed of by the Oilites a nasty tribe of bastards and bitches. You find a hovel where soon twenty two peasants dwell. Last night twenty eight dwelled there. The Kirmock ventured through and ate its fill. You hurry after it, tracking its prints. You catch up with it napping up a tree. You have a dagger as well as your blade. You use the dagger as a throwing knife. It is well tossed and it sinks to the hilt in the beast's side. The black scary dragon like monster shimmies down the tree hissing. Its limps are occupied and you use the chance to step forward and slash violently. Its head flys off and the neck spasms shooting blood everything. You have killed the beast!