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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Plane Sailing" data-source="post: 143551" data-attributes="member: 114">Enter the Dragon…While Lysander, Darra and Syl free the imprisoned children and help to calm them down (Lysanders tremendous diplomacy and personality really helping here),  K’tan, M’ir and Trajan approach the huge dried dragon corpse. They can see where Thimdrul flew down the gullet, and quickly circling around the back they can’t see any other way out – so they remove the spears which hold the jaws open.K’tan and M’ir then cover Trajan with their crossbows as he starts hacking away at the side of the dragon, in roughly the location where its stomach should be. They all have pounding headaches now, and the voice which they have each been hearing in the heads is talking incessantly – threatening, wheedling, demanding.The magical blade taken from the dragons horde starts slicing through the hard old scales. Suddenly there is a blue light leaking out from the sword rents, glowing and pulsing. Angling his cuts a little, Trajan makes an opening which he could squeeze through. Inside he can just about make out a small man clutching a melon-sized throbbing blue crystal.“We are evenly matched” he cries. “You have spoilt my plans here, but let me free to rejoin my brotherhood and I’ll let you live!”Trajan grimly presses through the hole he has carved, steeling himself to resist attacks – and he feels razor sharp claws slice his skin before he gets into the cramped confines himself. M’ir can’t see to act past Trajans bulk, so calling for help he runs round to the dragons head – and as companions hoist the jaws open, he starts crawling down the dead dragons gullet in the most bizarre attempt to start a flanking manoeuvre that he has ever experienced.In the cramped conditions inside the belly of the dragon, Trajans bulk and the size of his longsword both play against him – but he is still skilled, and lands as many blows as he receives – each one joined by a blast of white light as lawful energy ploughs into the body of Thimdrul, whose schismed mind continues to heal himself.Sweating, knowing that one more decent blow will kill him, Trajan presses his attack, and with a critical hit thrusts his sword straight through Thimdruls chest. Thrimdrul falls, gasping for air but Trajan keeps the sword in place – lawful energy continuing to blast into the mutables body until it dies, and the energy stops coursing.“Wow” says M’ir, who has just finished his gullet crawl. As he watches, Trajan spins his sword round and decapitates his erstwhile foe.</blockquote>

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