Four Dragons and a Dwarf

Account of the Dwarf, Pesker the Young:

In the moment before I saw the travelers, the certainty of my death was absolute. There were four of the beasts around me, their hideous mouths curled upwards. Lying disarmed and bleeding, I knew they were merely toying with me. And then I saw a group of shapes in the sky.

They were vulture drakes, plummeting towards me, and I could swear I saw a dwarf perched atop the lead mount. Of course, hallucination is common in cases of battlefield shock. Surely these too were the chimera’s henchmen, come to claim me for some horrible interrogation.

The drakes touched down hard, and armored soldiers tumbled off, springing forward. An elf in the lead somehow fired an arrow before landing, the shaft glancing off the lead dragon. The four creatures twisted their heads, momentarily puzzled.

And then they charged. The soldiers drew their blades and shields and the two groups slammed into each other with a mighty crash. The chimeric dragons belched gouts of red flame onto the attackers, knocking some down. A man in the front bellowed “HOLD THE LINE!” as he pulled a companion back up. The attackers pressed back, blades whirling. In the back I saw a wizard hold aloft an orb, glowing with dark energy. Suddenly a sheet of black flame burst upwards from the earth. The four dragons screamed in pain, engulfed by the flames.

It was now difficult to see exactly what was happening. The dragons seemed to lunge forward, trying to push their way out of the flames. But each time, with ringing blows and shouting, the attackers pushed them back into the black fire. Lancing spells and arrows pierced back through the flames. Flashes of holy light silhouetted the dragons as they continued to fiercely attack.

A dragon retreated, trying to circle around the edge of the flames, even as some of the attackers circled the other way, flinging daggers and firing arrows. Finally, one of the terrible dragons crumpled backwards, collapsing into the black flames. Another followed, stumbling back as axes and swords rent its flesh. The final dragon took flight, fleeing as its companion fell.

And then the party approached me, the steaming corpses of the dragons smouldering behind them, their armor still smoking, fresh blood on their blades. Terrified, I believed that surely these were servants of the Chimera. Why would they attack the dragons? What could they want of me?

Account of Clarence, Servitor Animata:

Party is in flight. Party encounters four reptilian creatures of indeterminate origin and one humanoid of diminuitive stature. Party descends. Instruction given by Controller: “Stay in the back, Clarence!” A large fight commences. Some party members become unconscious. One dragon dies. Another dies. A third dies. A dragon flies away. The party is victorious.

Instruction given by Controller: “Clarence, help me lift this chain!”