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Message: <blockquote data-quote="amethal" data-source="post: 2723232" data-attributes="member: 22784">Don't try this one at home folks .....I only have two dragon stories, even though I've been gaming for a long time. This is my favourite.We'd just started playing 3.0. The party was a scratch group of random individuals who had been brought together by chance - a group of villagers asked the nearest available 1st level adventuring types to form a party and enter the Sunless Citadel.In a funny kind of way, the players were the same. Most of us only knew one or two of the others, none of us had ever played 3rd edition and the DM had never run a 3rd edition game.Anyway, we'd made it to 5th level, and were on our way to a famous dungeon. I won't give its name in order to avoid spoilers.We found out, much to our amazement, that a blue dragon was guarding the dungeon entrance. We'd never fought a dragon before (don't want to give Sunless Citadel spoilers either so I won't expand on that sentence as I otherwise might), but we knew their reputation. We could have retreated, researched and come back better prepared, but our pride was at stake. After all, we were the heroes who had cleaned out the Sunless Citadel. We were fully rested and had all our spells. It was time to test our mettle against a dragon.My character, Amethal, (a fifth level elf sorcerer) was key to the plan. Amethal made the entire party invisible. Then, moving slowly and cautiously, we investigated the ruin ahead of us. We spread out, so as not to provide an easy target for its fiery breath (I told you we didn't do any research, so although the players knew better the characters didn't).Steiger, mighty human fighter and deadly with his greatsword, had suddenly become a liability as he clanked across the terrain. Likewise Brand, a stout and heavily armoured Dwarf. Only Falcon, the human bard, Rommel the Half-Orc ranger and Name Escapes Me, an aged NPC human cleric of Oldimarra, seemed able to match the nimble Elf for stealth.Suddenly, the dragon appeared, rushing out to defend its lair.The beast seemed to somehow sense the presence of the invisible Steiger, but was unable to bring his claws and teeth to bear with full effect. Steiger struck him a powerful blow with his greatsword, which rocked even the mighty dragon, and then backed out of reach of the dragon's claws. The rest of the party waded in with spells and missile fire.The dragon had some solid hits, but the beast seemed to have stamina to spare. The attack by the party had dispelled their invisibility, so now it had a choice of targets. Disdaining to fight toe to toe with the fighter, the dragon flew onto a ruined wall and fixed the sorcerer with his glowing red stare.The beast opened its mouth, revealling its wicked razor sharp teeth, and breathed out a bolt of lightning at the Elf. Some sixth sense must have warned Amethal what was about to happen, for he flung himself to the side in a desperate attempt to get out of the way of the blast. Despite not taking the full brunt of the dragon's power, the sorcerer was badly wounded - and there was no one in range to help him.If Amethal's comrades were shaken by this display of the dragon's might, they showed no sign - except for Falcon. The bard had no wish to risk suffering a similar bolt of lightning, and took cover after loosing one more arrow at the dragon. Brand, Steiger and Rommel likewise let fly at the beast, and their arrows struck home.Finally the dragon was showing signs of weakening. A few more arrows and spells, and it would be slain. Amethal, however, was very badly wounded. It was unlikley he could survive another blast, but he had the option of scampering the fifty feet or so into the safety of a nearby building.However, the Elf (never the most stable of characters) was overcome with the lust for battle. Screaming defiance at the dragon, he unleashed a trio of magic missiles in one last attempt to kill the beast.The dragon staggered, but did not fall. Grievously wounded, it knew it could not take another round of such punishment - but neither could the Elf. The dragon fixed Amethal with its glowing red stare. Time seemed to stand still .....Then, with a snort of rage, the dragon hurled itself into the sky and was gone.(In the unlikely event I can ride on everyon else's coat tails for another day, I'd like Steam and Steel please.)</blockquote>

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