Parnaxxus said nothing at first, but simply stared at us with his reptilian eyes.
"You are brave, wizard," the dragon said. "It has been a long time since I've spoken to one of your kind."
I was amazed when he began to speak. He told me of his time as a wyrmling, fighting for survival among his litter-mates. It was a harsh life, with only one of each litter surviving their deadly upbringing. He spoke of how he had defeated many knights and eventually claimed the mountaintop for himself. His story took hours to tell and spanned centuries. I began to respect the beast, which made what he said next even more startling.
(History +15)
"Now that you know my story, you must die. As you have learned, it is my nature to defeat any who rival me. Goodbye, friend."
Then he flapped his mighty wings and dove directly toward us! He crashed right into Stewart, who managed to hold him at bay with his shield and his sword. Maris circled around Parnaxxus and began to stab into his scaly back with her enchanted dagger. Parnaxxus unleashed a great gout of flame, engulfing me before I could move! Hermann was right there, restoring my body with her divine magic. I scrambled to my feet, eager to add my own might to the battle. My party was well-trained and well-equipped; I knew that if I lost now, it would be my own fault. Suddenly, a second blast of flame came directly towards me!
We stood in the flame, having recently drunk potions of Fireproofing. (Needs 75 Alchemy)
I countered the flame with an ice shield. (Needs 75 Conjuration)I had foreseen this. (Needs 75 Divination)I commanded Parnaxxus to stop. (Needs 75 Enchantment)I healed the damage. (Needs 75 Healing)
I tricked the dragon with an Illusion. (Needs 75 Illusion)
I raised the dragon's other victims. (Needs 75 Necromancy)
I summoned a mighty giant to defend us! (Needs 75 Summoning)
I turned the fire into water. (Needs 75 Transmutation)The flames enveloped us all.
The fire rolled forward, but we weren't hit—we were all lying flat on our stomachs. I had coached the party before the fight, telling them that this was what we must do.
(Divination +10)
Stewart rushed forward once more, slashing across the dragon's face with his sword. The mighty beast howled in rage; he had never fought opponents as skilled as we were. His scaly tail came around in a blur, striking Maris across the stomach and into the rocky wall, knocking her unconscious. Parnaxxus surged forward, taking Hermann into his powerful jaws and throwing her into Stewart, knocking them both out of the fight. It was just Parnaxxus and I. My party had gotten me to this point, but it was up to me to slay the dragon. I saw a claw the size of a wagon descending directly toward me, and I had no time to cast a spell.
1) I dove out of the way. (Needs 40 Body)
2) I dodged the blow. (Needs 90 Fighting)
3) Cat, my dog, provided the distraction needed.
4) I was crushed by his weight.Gorl Rockeater, an angelic troll wizard.
Age: 50
You are destined for heaven: 126 good karma.
Body: 63%
Personality: 27%
Willpower: 37%
Fame: 10%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 62%
Conjuration: 7%
Divination: 100%
Enchantment: 21%
Healing: 100%
Illusion: 7%
Necromancy: 48%
Summoning: 56%
Transmutation: 17%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 75%
Agriculture: 35%
Diplomacy: 100%
Economics: 20%
Fighting: 100%
Geography: 57%
History: 85%
Nature: 100%
Religion: 90%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 100%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My warhorse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
- my child, a gnome named Harold
MY PARTY:
Fighter: a human named Stewart of power: 8, wielding his sword
Thief: a human named Maris of power: 7, wielding her enchanted dagger
Cleric: My wife, a human named Hermann of power: 13, wielding her mace
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 40
Royal Family: 30
Elves: 20
Dwarves: 15
Orcs: -15
Thieves Guild: 35
Mage Guild: 150
Fighters Guild: 15
Gold: 648
INVENTORY:
A wizardly staff.
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.
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