Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190226002852/@comment-5543592-20190226010429

The girl cocked at Meyline, confused by the question. "I'm a girl.  I'm nine!  And three quarters!" She told Meyline, as if that would answer the question.

"Isn't it obvious?" Svieva said, fastening her armor back on. "She's Dragonborn."

Kiinvahlok roared side-stepped as Yaden hacked away at it, each movement of his dagger cleaving flesh. It snapped its jaws at him, and he rolled aside. It breathed fire, and he retreated behind the safety of Lurio's wards.

The crossbows fired in cacophony of snapping cables, peppering the dragon's neck and sides with arrows. It screamed, no longer in rage but instead now in pain.

It rushed forward with a flap of it's wings, scattering the Orcs, and it sinuously turned in the air, neck extending, and closed its jaws around Olfin. The Orc began to scream horribly, and there was the sound of crunching bone as the dragon devoured him and everything he carried. Yaden's distaste for onions was clear now.