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(time of death: 12-12-14 06:10:01 PM)
As the half orc and the soldiers approached the city, they saw that battle was already joined against the dragon at a watch tower a couple miles outside the city. The dragon, hateful and menacing, swooped low over the knot of city guards firing arrows at the beast.
The dragon seemed to shout, then let loose with a torrent of magical flame, charring one of the battling guards to cinders in a flash.
Shouting a war cry to Grummsh One-Eye, the half orc charged in, enchanted crossbow in his arms. He took aim at the swooping dragon and loosed a few bolts at the beast, the magical projectiles streaking across the sky and impacting against the monster's hide with small explosions.
The dragon shrieked and veered off, gaining elevation in an attempt to distance itself from the new threat. As the dragon flew around the tower to shield itself from the assault before coming in for another pass, the half orc surveyed the men he fought with. All humans, tall and fair-skinned, wearing steel armor with curling designs. One of his compatriots stood out, however. He noticed her from a distance, her skin an inky indigo, with pointed ears and red eyes.
A dark elf! The half orc was taken aback. The humans did not seem to mind fighting with her, they even seemed to respect her. The sort of respect born out of admiration, not fear. Perhaps dark elves were different in this world, not the feared and hateful race that plagued the half orc's world.
As the dragon came swooping back in, this time headed directly for the half orc, the mercenary caught sight of another of his compatriots who stood apart from the rest. Human like the rest, his armor was different. More piecemeal, nothing matched. Whenever the half orc looked at this man, his vision always seemed to blur. The air around him almost shimmered, as if the very fabric of this world's reality bent around him.
Soon the dragon was in range, and the mercenary was snapped out of his reverie. The beast's jaws opened to let loose another terrible shout, but the half orc wouldn't give it that chance. He let loose another volley of magical bolts, this time directly down the dragons gullet. They flew straight and true, right down the monster's throat, the dragon's shout cut off mid-syllable. Then the bolts exploded, more ferociously than last time, and the dragon veered away, screaming and burning.
The beast crashed into the ground, spraying dirt as it carved a furrow in the earth. It shuddered once, then was still. The other fighters looked at the half orc in astonishment and newfound respect. They eyed his massive crossbow uneasily, awed by it's power.
As the half orc inspected the dragon's body, which he discovered had the form of a wyvern from his world with only four limbs, two wings and two legs, he noticed a strange glow began to emanate from within the beast. In a flash of light the dragon's flesh vanished, the strange glow arcing towards the stranger in piecemeal armor. The glow seemed to infuse and fill the stranger, shocking him as much as everyone else. Only the dragon's bones were left behind after the lightshow.
"Dragonborn!" One of the guards shouted. Soon they all began talking excitedly. The dark elf, some sort of commander the mercenary thought, attempted to calm the guards. Soon the "dragonborn" left the group, making haste for the city. The rest milled around the dragon's bones briefly, speaking of prophecies and end times. They too begin to head back to the city, and the mercenary fell in with them.
Dragonborn? Prophecies? What have I fallen into this time?
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