Taste of Death
Ira, the Dragon of Wrath, is the Sinful Dragon both best and least known. Far to the north, the lonely fortress of Caerceth follows an evil custom wherein, as punishment for the slightest offense, the guilty party is dragged to the valley where the titanic slumbering form of Ira rests. The throat is slit over the dragon and the victim’s hot blood flows down onto the dragon, ensuring that its slumber continues and it doesn’t ravage the continent again.
So great is the fear of mighty Ira’s destruction that prisoners and captives are exported to Caerceth from hundreds of miles away, boosting the fortress’s always struggling population and ensuring that there are always throats to be cut and blood to be spilled.