Xon, dragon-slayer!

Well, not really.

As I had mentioned earlier, we were apparently fated to kill this Kissenth. A rather large white dragon which had been ravaging this particular part of the countryside for the past hundred years or so.

After many travails, most of which I've already mentioned to you, we finally reached the mountain where the dragon resided.

The pathway to the mountain was guarded by twenty or so werewolves. I must confess to being very impressed by Dante's ability to leap forty or fifty feet without effort. In any case we dispatched them rather quickly.

We then started to explore the mountain. The dragon had a rather large series of caves at it's disposal. To be expected, really. The caves were also extremely cold and ice-covered.

During our exploration of the cave, we found... Something. A cross between a medusa and a dragon, I think. I think it was Kissenth's child. We killed it with some trouble.

We finally found the dragon in a large open cave deep inside the mountain. It was hiding inside a frozen lake. We were under the effects of a fly spell at the time, so as we flew over the lake it burst out. I remember it flew up right next to me. I remember looking into it's eyes as it breathed a blast of ice directly at me.

Quite honestly, I'm amazed I survived.

The rest of the battle was glorious, but admittedly brief. I realized I would do more damage throwing fireballs at it from afar than I would be trying to hit it from up close. Fortunately, I still had a few fireballs from that necklace. I used them all trying to help bring the dragon down.

Finally, the dragon fell.

We spent most of the rest of the day cataloging the treasure we had found and celebrating.

Unfortunately, our celebarations were short lived.