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You don't waste any time, gripping your blade with both hands. You swing...
Despite it all, you still expected something to happen. A last-minute bolt from the blue or some kind of final curse, but... nothing.
With a singular, sickening thud, Ogg's head hits the ground.
"...Is that it? Is it done?" William asks, clearly relieved at how easy it ended up being.
You remain at the ready, for some time... but nothing. The head doesn't most, the body merely slumped over. Her blood hisses against the blackened stone, and you elect to cauterize her head and her stump after some time, before you take both parts of her.
Disrespectful as it is, you don't want to see what happens if a corpse rots out here. If that's even possible. You sling her over your shoulder, taking care not to get any blood on the altar, and start walking. It's just as you reach the edge of the cave, however, that a great and terrible visage greets you. Leaning around the cave's entrance, a great black dragon peeks inside, craning its long neck to do so.
Red eyes gaze upon you, and a great red gem in its forehead glows brightly as it takes a few more steps... completely quietly.
In spite of the creature's titanic size, it doesn't make a single noise as it steps forward, closer and closer. It stands almost three the size of krazinkos was... Larger than any dragon you had ever even HEARD of. Its black scales shine from the snow glowing behind it, and you see its wings are partially tattered, wizened even.Many horns and spikes are alongside it, a paler colour than its jet-black scales. It's armor looks thicker than most blades could ever hope to penetrate, and it remains deathly quiet as it glides deeper into the cave. You see a faint blue dust explode from every step, an indication it enchanted itself to be so quiet. A quick flash from the gem on its forehead, and you can now hear the steps.
A great and terrible as the creature appears.
You step back, holding William and Chad right behind you as the dragon stands tall in the cave.
"...Little creatures." It said, its deep and rumbling voice booming though the cave. "Kobolts... and... hmmm."
It leans in close, close enough that you can smell the brimstone on its breath.
"You... I do not recognize. Human... yet not. Dragon... Yet not. Pray tell... What. Are. You?"
It's... talking.
That's good.
Because you're pretty damned sure you can't fight it. It would be like fighting a hurricane or a mountain.
What the hell do you say?
>I am Reynauld. I came here to stop a wizard. I will be going now.
>I am... something they decided to call a dragonborn. I was cursed to become a dragon. I would like to leave now.
>Don't talk, just fucking BOOK IT.
>Pretend to be a particularly large kobolt.
