Whoever had made the dragons must have been a god, or so the legends went. The towering golems of stone and metal still wound their ponderous way around the world, in dogged patrols of long forgotten borders. Some said they patrolled the bounds of Jerimar, the fabled country where Jericho had stepped down from the moon above and first set foot upon the world.
The dragons had worn wide channels through brush and rock, as they trod the same circling paths over the centuries. Caravans would often use the passes, carefully timed to avoid the lumbering patrols. While the dragons could not fly, they still retained enough magic to fight when needed. Swifter than an adder, with an acid breath that cut through stone and flesh in the same bubbling rush.