Sorcerers vs Dragon… from the Dawn of Magick

Mirian suffered another glance through the window and saw a form rushing across the lawn through the darkness. Fire flashed again in the distance and another explosion followed. The light produced by the explosion exposed the outline of the Fortress Glumtezma at the lake’s edge. Much of the wall was destroyed.
Mirian heard the urgent knock on the door, recognized the pattern of the knocks, and momentarily relaxed. The latch sprang and the door flew open. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, Burun Jhundi rushed into the room. Thick sulfurous fumes that had only managed to creep through cracks in the windows now poured through the door. The stench overwhelmed the family.
“Where have you been? What’s happening? We’re terrified!” Mirian screamed.
“I was detained, my love. Our friends from Koorlost aren’t faring too well. The citadel Glumtezma is under attack,” Burun informed her.
“What? An attack here? An army of the Laurels has never invaded Nirgivia! We’re so far away! And the power of the explosions! What Light Sorcerer can cast such powerful spells? Has there been a defection from Koorlost?” Mirian asked urgently.
“Yes, there’s an attack. It’s neither an army nor a traitor. It’s a wyrm of the Laurels. Its wingspan is at least fifty paces and it breathes fire, ice, acid, lightning, and gas. Spells and the great catapults have had little effect in stemming the vile beast’s rampage. The Centurions flee the fortress. Unfortunately, they flee this way and the wyrm follows. Take the children. Take flight! There is no time!” Burun urged.