The Draconians flew down from the sky into a painful landing. The dirt road coughed up dust and debris as the 12 creatures crashed to the ground before brushing themselves off. They had landed in a village called Buck Nar; a barbaric town made of hay and straw huts with roughly made wooden buildings here and there. The leader of the Draconians motioned them to a pub, where they could relax and have a drink while waiting.br A few of the back Draconians helped another carry an amazon woman toward the hotel. The leader didn't mind, he was on his break, and had enough to worry about with the gnome and hafling. The leader's name was Karacass. He had a scar over his blind eye, and a disfigured snout. He received his wounds while battling for his lead position. He won with these injuries while his opponent didn't live long enough to count his.br The door to the pub swung open as the draconians swaggered in for a drink. Two of them threw the gnome atop a table, knocking over some glasses and scaring a few locals. Another two guarded the limp body of a hafling in the corner, daring someone to attempt to approach them. Karacass walked up to the bartender and ordered a few rounds for his "men".br The bartender was an old barbarian at the age of seventy. He wore a feathered headband to keep his grayish-white bangs out of his face, but the hair managed to flop over it. The rest of his hair fell short of below his ears, which were pierced with four earrings on each. His outfit was a leather tunic with fur trim that was taken from a doe.br The bartender backed away slightly as the draconian approached. The leader failed to observe his comrades in the corner were missing. Nor did he, or anyone else, notice the haflings body was missing, and two pools of acid bubbled at the base of the table.br It happened fast. Two arrows whizzed through the air and struck the Karacass in the back, making him screech in pain and shock. The other draconians jumped to their feet, weapons drawn. Two more went down before anyone noticed how dark the rafters where. Suddenly, the hafling and an elf jumped out from the shadows, swords blazing in the candlelight, as more draconians went down. The rest of the draconians rushed forward to meet their enemies.br Gnimish ripped a piece of wood out from underneath the table, and started to whack his two guards as the ruches began. Striking one behind the head and the other in the face, Gnimish twirled his stick around before repeatedly hitting his foes in the head.br Beow stuck his sword through a draconians chest, while Laurei sliced off one's head. He had awoken outside to find an elf standing over him. She was stern and made sure he heard her out before yelling his head off. The village used to be her second home, before it was raided by Beryl's minions and slaying off her only living bloodline. In favor of Beryl's pleasant deeds, Laurei had been terrorizing her troops in any way she could. Then today, she saw Beow, who had a reputation for rebelling against Balkoth, a frozen carcass. She wanted to help this mighty legend by getting him back on his feet. She killed the draconians with poisoned darts that worked effectively, and stole Beow's body. She knew how the trap doors in the walls worked, since she was a child, and used them in his rescue.br In return, Laurei requested some information about some matters. What matters, Beow didn't know, but decided to go along with her. He pulled out his sword with such strength, that his hilt struck the draconian behind him in the jaw. Beow had received his sword from the elf. She said she had found it and it was only good for haflings. Nagling, she had called it. Meaning slayer of evil.br Now the trick with killing draconians is simple, attack, retreat, new foe. The reason being when draconians died, they either turned to stone, embedding your weapon in rock, or to acid which could kill you on contact. Not only did Beow need to be cautious of the living, but the dead as well.br Gnimish got into the fight by picking up a table, and chucking it into the fray. The bad thing was, he hit Beow. The hafling dropped cold to the ground, barely missing the pool of acid to his left. A draconian stood over the unconscious creature, sword aloft, only to lose his head.br The elf panted through thick, wet hair. Only one draconian left. The creature decided to run, but she flung her sword into the creatures back before it left the doorway. It bubbled and melted to acid on the floor. Gnimish apologized and fed Beow an awakening herb, which took effect immediately. The elf and halfing glared at the gnome who only shrugged...brbr

The noon sun cooked everything in sight. The trio stayed at the pub and cleaned it up for the shaking bartender as a way of saying sorry. The elf leaned on her broom. "Well, I haven't formally introduced myself. I am Laurei, Leader of Life," she held out a hand. Beow smiled. "Beow, Leader of Earth, and that goober over there is my second-in-command," he pointed to Gnimish who snorted and fiddled with his piece of wood. Laurie cocked an eyebrow. "Pleasure."br The halfling stopped dead. So did the other two. A bloodchilling roar filled the air with static. A dragon. The elf was the first out the door. She looked up into the sky and saw a giant red dragon headed toward the village. "Oh fiddlesticks. This can't be good," Gnimish mumbled. Beow broke into a sweat as dragonfear flooded his body and choked all happiness out of him. Laurei's lip trembled, but he managed to read it very clearly. "Run."br