The dwarf had nothing but disdain for most of this group; a human who refused to be outdone, an elf more interested in jests than escape and a small halfling still deep in his youthful years. Only the half-orc seemed a somewhat reasonable companion…until he released the dragon. As it broke out of the tower and began to rain devastating fire on the surrounding forests, the half-orc had a sudden realization and revealed that he’d had a dream predicting this exact moment. The dwarf’s rage burned as his form changed into that of a serpent, coiling around the half-orc’s neck and angrily whispered, “My name is Balmek, I’ll fix your s*** and then I never want to see you again!”



And thus ended the first session.