Many knights see dragon dens as an opportunity to be remembered in legends as tales speak of treasures of immesurable worth awaiting inside. Frankly, I've never heard of a knight surviving a lair without missing a bit or two.

Green, Red, Blue, White and all the colors of the rainbow, dragon eggs come in all shapes and colours. The cuteness of the baby dragon inside is a worthy reward for those corageous enough to brave its mother's rage.

Once, a group of Super Sandbags sacrificed their will and performed a forbidden ritual to create the perfect warrior. They succeeded in bringing forth a formidable being indeed, only, it shared the same intellectual impediments classic to all sandbags.

In all their existence on the Motherboard, Sandbags have never been known for their cunning tactics and discipline in battle and this is one their new ground-breaking "martial-arts".

It is said that when a Sandbag dies, they shed their body and their soul takes flight. Though some consider this to be proof enough of the supposition theorizing their divine nature, there is no concrete evidence of this.

In the midst of the battlefield, it's common for troops to fall victim to sharp traps in the terrain. Recently, Sandbags have been spotted using the spikes impaled in their bodies as a defence mechanism. A thorny matter indeed.

These uncanny apparitions are born when an entity's will to not leave the motherboard is too strong. It is very common to find a wight or two lost in the void. The Fisherman says they're usually good company.