Authors notes: Well here it is, part 2! keep reading loyal followers! and enjoy...
Padraig hurled himself behind a nearby rock to avoid another blast of brilliant blue flame. He crouched low, searching for his crossbow. It lay about 200 metres to his left. He wouldn't be able to get there quick enough under the current circumstances, so he would have to improvise. He reached down and picked up a small rats skull and threw it as hard as he could onto the opposite ledge. The dragon continued to look at the boulder Padraig was hiding behind, then launched itself to the place where the skull had landed. Padraig dived out from behind the rock and grabbed hold of his crossbow, calmly aiming at the frost dragon's face.
He pulled back the trigger. The frost dragon reeled backwards, howling with pain, a second crossbow bolt sticking out of its other eye. Padraig ran towards the blinded dragon and thrust his sword into its heart. The dragon let out a terrible roar, which reverberated around the canyon, and then it fell to the floor, whimpering like some pitiful slave beast. Padraig stood triumphant, staring down at his foe. Taking a knife the size of his forearm from his belt, he put the dragon out of his misery.
He then set about cutting off its scales and stuffing them into his backpack. When he had done that he pulled a long iron spike and several glass phials from his backpack, puncturing the dragon's skin with the spike and catching the dragon's blood in the glass phials. Taking an axe from his belt, Padraig cut off the dragon's horns, and, using a small saw, cut its teeth from its mouth. Once he had stripped its body everything valuable he turned his attention to the eggs in one corner off the cavern. Each roughly the size of a mans head, he figured he could carry about three with him back home, and, at the going price of thirty thousand gold pieces each, along with the added bonus of all the valuable parts of a dragon he could carry, would make him quite a tidy sum. Padraig walked around the cavern, looking for a way out, when he saw a large tunnel hidden underneath a rocky ledge. Leaving the items he had collected from the dragon he drew his sword and advanced slowly down the tunnel.
The darkness pressed around Padraig like a smothering blanket and the damp air chilled him to the bone. The skeletons of small animals crunched under Padraig's feet as he advanced slowly down the tunnel. After what seemed like hours Padraig saw daylight up ahead. He broke into a run down the tunnel and emerged back onto the snowy plane. He looked around. He was at the top of a valley. Looking down he saw a great river rushing through the middle of the valley. On either side of the river was a great pine forest, the tops of the trees dusted with snow. All around him mountains reached up into the sky. The sky was weak blue and the sun was dipping down in the distance.
It seemed almost surreal to Padraig, how such a beautiful place could still exist in such a troubled world. It would be dark soon and it was very unwise to travel by night in these parts, even for a warrior of Padraig's calibre, so he decided here would be a good place to set up camp for the night. He walked back and collected the dragons dismembered body parts and brought them through the tunnel. Padraig then set about finding some wood for a fire, but the only trees he could see were at the bottom of the valley. Now he had to get down there.
Authors notes: see you soon, stay posted!