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Flames erupt from the opening, sending the charred remains of a lizardfolk flying into the chamber. In the wake of the fireball, five humanoids rush into the chamber. One, a male human, clanks in wearing plate mail, holding a round shield and a longsword in a defensive stance. A female halfling enters after the human, clad in leather armor, bow and arrow at the ready. Another human, this one female, charges in after them. She wears scaled mail, as well as a curious silver necklace wrought in the shape of a shield, and wields a rather hefty maul. The fourth is an elven male who appears badly prepared for the occasion of dragonslaying, wearing a foppish outfit and holding a lute. He stays back, letting the first three intruders form a front line. The fifth is another human, wearing grey robes detailed in silver and carrying a staff. He falls in beside the elf.
"Impudent worms," the dragon snarls in the commonspeech, wisps of corrosive gas curling up from her nostrils, "Why do you disturb me?" The robed human steps in front of the others and leans casually on his staff.
"Well, it's like this, O mighty dragon," the wizard says, smirking. "I'm here for your blood, and my associates -" he gestures at the other intruders "- are assisting me. Now-"
"We seek to end your evil ways!" the plate mail-clad man interrupts. The wizard rolls his eyes and goes on.
"Now," the wizard irritably continues, "I understand you might think you can negotiate your way around this, perhaps offer us just a bit of your hoard in exchange for us just going on our merry way, but I promised the elf a fight worthy of song, I promised the paladin and the priestess the honor of ending your evil, and I promised the halfling half your hoard. Not to mention, I'm low on dragon blood. That's..." the wizard chuckles, "...well, that's really the real reason we're here in the first place. Any last words?" |