The party of four was trudging slowly across the blazing plains. The shortest of them in the back leading the pack animals, a gray bearded dwarf by the name of Flint, was trudging along in chain mail; stoutly annoying the second shortest figure who was chattering happily in a higher pitched voice. The second shortest figure was a Kender by the Name of Tasslehoff he was easily the most cheerful of the bunch and was mostly the most energetic. Next in the small procession was the two twin brothers, though you wouldn't believe it if you saw them. The frail one was a mage named Raistlin, he was reading a book and mouthing ancient arcane words trying to find the correct pronunciation that made his magic stir. The mage used a staff with a crystal ball clasped in a dragon claw of gold he wore stifling red robes that stifled him but he refused to remove them in favor of his lighter shirt and pants underneath. Hovering just behind the mage was his older twin, Caramon, who was a burly warrior he had a sword strapped to his side and a shield on his back. He had hair that was light brown and was a little above shoulder length. Finally the apparent leader of the group was a half elf named Tanis he wore forest greens and had a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to his back.
The small procession steadily made their way across the dry dessert like land scape stopping occasionally to rest. Suddenly the mage's head shot up and he called to the leader. He pointed to something in the sky with his staff. The half elf looked up and with a shout pulled his bow from his back and took an arrow from his quiver. The mage started chanting while his brother drew his sword, ready to protect his brother at a moments notice. The half elf took aim with his arrow and shot, he successfully hit the thin wing membrane thus crippling the dragon. The Maj shot some bolts of arcane energy from his finger tips hitting the dragon, who was wavering unsteadily in the air, full in the chest causing the dragon yet another wound. The dragon flew out of range of the fighters and took off in flight towards the south.
The half elf seeing that the whole company was tired and the sun was setting called for a halt for the night.