Bjolfwyr Fergusson 

Bjolfwyr had awoken from his deep slumber, buried in the desert sand. Upon awakening, the lumbering colossus emerged from the ground, sand cascading down the creature's back as it arose. The great dragon stretched his wide wings, shaking of the remaining sand. 

Bjolfwyr thought it strange, however, that he did not awaken to the darkness of his underground lair. The land he found himself in was unfamiliar, barren has was to his taste, but subtlety different. Though this change of scenery implied the loss of his golden treasure hoard, he did not lament, for he knew that the gold could be replaced, with the involuntary assistance of some poor passerby's. Quickly Bjolfwyr's confusion turned to curiosity. He wanted to know what was within the borders of what would soon to be his new domain. The chance of a fresh start exited him; after all the old lair was a bit dusty anyway. 

"So, fate has gifted me a new land to possess." He thought to himself. "First I must see what is yet hidden to me." With his muscles poised and tensed, he thrusted his massive wings downward, generating a hurricane of force, enough to propel the titan of scales airborne. Bjolfwyr soared into the open desert sky then looked down, beholding the shifting sands that stretched before him. 

He knew that he had to find signs of life first, then to see the desert's end. Bjolfwyr used his illusion magic to turn invisible to mortal eyes least someone ruins his element of surprise, then glided through the air, eyeing the ground for anything conspicuous or shiny.