Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190201151118

(Even if they had Clear Skies, that wouldn't work. It only gets rid of weather phenomenon. Poisonous gas isn't a weather phenomenon.)

The Stormhawks and the elf didn't find any else of note in the other rooms save for books, scrolls, clothes and a few valuables. There was no other chain or a lever. That first one seemed to be the only one.

Skorm looked around at the first floor. "No, there doesn't seem to be any way to get rid of the gas. We'll have to go through it to get to that metal door with the key."

Harald had never seen a dragon before, only read about them and seem a few dragon claws and teeth that were kept at the Vindhelm Palace, trophies from the Dragon War. He was surprised at how big the thing was. When it was standing of its hind legs with its wings out it looked as big as the fortress in Morvunskar. He gripped Gungnir. ''That thing is living a few hours from Yorgrim. I have to kill it before it attacks the town.'' He thought, solidifying his resolve.

Jofrodr was feeling a mix of amazement and fear. "A dragon. A real bloody dragon." Like Harald he had never seen a living dragon, let alone something so large. The biggest foe he had face were some trolls, nothing of this size. He should've expected as much when he took the bounty, but it was still a shock to actually see the dragon face-to-face.

Jermulgraag seemed amused at fear in the faces of the Atmorans. It laughed. His deep voice echoed in the crater making it seem louder and unnatural. "Do you wish to beg for your lives?" It spoke in Atmoran. The dragon knew the language well enough. It didn't like to speak in the human tongue, but in order to taunt them he had to be understood by them.