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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 3998776" data-attributes="member: 93">A great one from my 2nd edition days - I was the DM.  I posted the tale in my Story Hour at the time, but that was back on the last iteration of the boards in 2002 or 03 and got lost.I can't recall if the party knew of the Green Dragon before they ran into it, but they ran into its bugbear minions a while before they got to its lair - the bugbears acted as bait, luring the PC's into the dragon's ambush.  The party bladesinger was hit by one of the bugbears (causing him to think it must be an illusion, as nothing that mundane could possibly hit his -8 AC).  The bugbears fled down a hill side and across a stream, followed by the PC's on horseback.  The battle took place in a shallow pond where teh stream backed up, and the PC's were split into two groups, attacking two different pairs of bugbears.  Then the Dragon rose up out of the pond where it had lain submerged.  It slashed about with its claws, and bit down hard on a PC or two, then breathed acid over everyone (or was it poison?  this was 2E, I can't remember).  The party cleric was exactly one square beyond the reach of its breath weapon - we used a battlemat even in those days.  The party knight wheeled his warhorse about, and charged the beast - and missed by one!  The other major fighter stood in and slugged it out with the dragon, matching it blow for blow until it finally ripped him open, taking him down to -9 HP.  I think I allowed him a final blow against the dragon, and that killed the beast.  Next up was the party cleric, who had a spell that created a dimensional portal, somewhat like a teleport.  He stepped up to the fighter and cast it - opening a portal to the living room of a druid who they were on good terms with.Of course the portal was opened in two feet of water rendered mucky by gallons of dragon blood and figther viscera, and it all poured all over the druid's carpet and over the floor.  The druid just kind of shook her head in amazed disbelief as she cast a cure spell on the fighter, saving his life before he dropped to -10.The Bladesinger turned the dragon into a cape.</blockquote>

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