After two years of moving his people across the vast steppes, King Theol at last came upon the waters of the Sabine River. It was there that Tobris spake unto him for the third and final time. In despair the king did ask the angel how he was to overcome the ally of his enemy, the dragon Arakhan. The angel did reply, Your ally is Pelor, and his will shall be done upon this world. And so Tobris gave the king a rod of gold measuring one and a half cubits with ornate scroll and precious stones upon its surface.

from The Book of the Myvar

Ran Adin was the heart of the mighty Cyonian kingdom. The Cyonians were the richest and most powerful tribe in Alorea. Their arrogance and strength was bolstered by a relic of ancient Zakhara, a golden orb that had the power to summon a great wyrm named Arakhan. The dragon was the protector of Ran Adin and the patron of the Cyonian people. With it they were unbeatable on the battlefield.

from The Lost Kingdom, The Chronicles of Mann

I walked upon the walls of Ran Adin to observe the gathered host of the Myvolin today. It was an unimpressive rabble, united but undisciplined. Though their numbers were great, they counted amongst them women, children, the old and the lame. To my eye they appeared half-starved and were without even rudimentary siege articles. What madness has brought them to stand before the mighty walls of this city is beyond my reckoning. It is with sorrow that I report what will surely be the annihilation of one of the ancient tribes of Byblios, for within the hour the Masters of this city will bring forth the Orb of Arakhan, and so the doom of the Myvolin.

from a diplomatic report by Ambassador Khalan ibn Moussam ibn Fareel on the morning of the fall of Ran Adin, 2000

The Cyonians cheered as trumpets sounded and a party of the city’s masters exited the temple with the golden orb of Arakhan carried on a litter. They paraded their great weapon through the streets before carrying it to the battlements where they presented it for the Myvolin to see. The cheers and ululations of the Cyonians grew to a crescendo as one of the Masters took up the orb and called forth the golden dragon.

A great roar echoed across the valley and from the western horizon a fell shadow covered the sun. The sight of the massive dragon threw terror into the Myvolin host. They quaked with fear, but stood their ground as their king bellowed at them to hold firm. As the dragon circled his army, Theol held aloft the rod that he had been given. He beseeched Arakhan to behold the glory of his god.

A flash of light as bright as the noon-day sun issued forth from the rod, blinding the Myvolin and Cyonian alike. As their vision was restored it was to see that Arakhan had alighted on the ground between the invading army and the walls of the city. The dragon approached King Theol, and bowed its behemoth head before him.

Seeing that their wyrm was now under the control of the Myvolin king the Cyonian’s began to weep and wring their hands. There was little that they could do but open their gates and allow the Myvolin conquerors to enter.

from The Lost Kingdom, The Chronicles of Mann