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| Facing The Dragon |
| Into a dungeon, to face a dragon. |
The party moved into the cave. We took no thought of stealth, as how can one hide from a dragon? We passed by the tortured, rotting corpses of Goliaths the dragon had mutilated, and solemnly realized that this could be our fate. The lives of an entire city, rested in our hands.
Forward we moved, into the cave, the mouth of the lair. The beast was no where to be seen, concealing itself from our searching gaze. We moved into the very belly of the cavern when suddenly, it sprung its trap. Bursting forth from the rock wall the blue dragon towered above us, spraying forth bursts of electric energies that burned our skin and melted the metals we wore. With a shout of desperation, Groehl and myself charged forward, the Cleric calling out to Throrn in such an urgent, needful cry that surely awoke all of heaven to our plight. A holy pick pierced the dragon hide, followed by a arcing slash of my frost blade. The dragons scales tore under the razor like edge, ripping the tender flesh beneath the hide.
Peak Hunter, standing high upon a rise in the cave floor, fired several arrows at the beast, piercing its skin at the soft joints. Gim turned into his celestial bear form while Grok Buk chanted his magic and gave us all arcane swiftness, and myself, special strength.
But all our combined might may not be enough to challenge the strength of this monster. Its claws have tore at my body, its wings and tail have nearly crushed Groehl. Our forlorn shouts echo off the cave walls, victory or death is our battle cry. May Throrn grant us the victory. |
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| From the journal of Sergeant Archibald Forbes |
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Contributor: Scott Brown |
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