Do NOT F%$# the Dragon

The rotting dragon was doing it’s damnedest to burn them to a crisp. On point was Kespin, shielding them with magic, though Cali was unclear what school of magic he followed. He’d done so little in her presence at least that she often forgot he was there. And to be certain, he was not all there. The old hairbrain was taking on a dragon and that spoke more to his lack of wits than his bravery.

So they sought refuge in the frigid waters of the lake. Living in the northern wastelands, she had grown used to the cold and the snow, but she was of the opinion that no one liked freezing waters. The others may have found the water curative or invigorating, but Cali did not. She was soaked to the bone and shivering. The others had wounds of the body that were being seen to by some healing properties of the lake that Cali had not expected. The water around them swirled and tried to restore each of their bodies to their proper condition. But Cali detested her natural body and had been, quite unnaturally, tempering the indigenous aging processes. The last thing she wanted was to have the waters restore her to her proper condition. Standing there as the gauzy material of her gown clung to her, she wanted only to be free of the water.

As soon as the flaming assault let up, Cali was tugging on Olin’s arm. Her magic was fighting against that of the Hvergelmir and it would not hold out for long. “How much longer are you going to stand around?” She looked like a drowned rat as she began climbing ashore, her teeth chattering. Kespins’s slightly singed, but entirely nude body was whisked into the sky and Cali wrote him off as dead. A shame, really, she’d finally seen his manhood and he did not disappoint. Olin would have to work extra tonight to erase that image from her mind.

Balar and Dim were kissing, which was a shock. Balar certainly moved on quickly in the matters of love. He ran off to exhume his dead wife and Cali laid a hand on Dim’s arm. “Do not fuck the dragon,” she warned. “You have little elf girl there for that. Much smaller teeth, yes? Good. Instead, let Balar dig up his wife and you,” Cali patted him like a well behaved child or dog, “bring the half dead dwarf back to these waters. She’s no good for fucking now, I completely tore her up down here,” and Cali clutched her own nethers. “But get her in these healing waters and I’m sure she’ll repay you with whatever thanks she has left. Now go, be a hero now and a stud tonight.”