prophetic dreams

We had defeated the dragon, not without casualties, not without costs, not without difficulty, but the alliance had triumphed again. We were exultant and sharing the loot and its treasure, we toasted and the joy flowed.

The first time you received a breath of real fire from a dragon, no story read, no game, no fantasy could prepare you for it, it was the epitome of destruction, the great possibility of certain death, but my resistance to fire, my immunity The damage from this element allowed me to fight the beast hand-to-hand, leading our forces to victory.

I was healing a nasty burn that Haldrum had on his left arm, he was lucky not to have lost it to the dragon's breath, but with our magic he would soon be healed.

Elcar was helping too, although by now the arm was nothing more than a charred mass of flesh and bone.