Anectrophinea stumbled on the lair of the Cavedragon Phanres. Phanres was over eighty feet long and stood almost sixty feet tall when reared upon its hindlegs. Small vestigial wings on its back served only to aid in warding off blows, for they would never hoist its bulk into the air. Where was there to fly in the caverns anyway? Magick did not touch Phanres. The dragon held great contempt for those who used Magick. The great beast had long since abandoned the practice of going above ground for prey and treasures. The caverns supplied it with more than enough even for a dragon’s standards. Old Phanres dominated the dark caves beneath Parallan. Anectrophinea heard the beast’s heavy breathing and detected the scent of its lair. She quickly cast Invisibility and peered around the corner.
Phanres sniffed and said, “Aha! A snack! Invisibility won’t help you, sorcerer! This old nose knows right where you are! Ha ha ha! I made a funny! My nose knows! Please don’t run. I’m going to catch you anyway and it’ll be over much quicker for you.”
Anectrophinea said, “You aren’t going to eat me, you blowhard!” She stepped around the corner and dispelled the Invisibility. She was in full view of the massive Cavedragon.
Phanres said, “Aw, it’s a pretty girl. I bet you taste better than you look, too. Come on over here and jump in my mouth.”
Anectrophinea replied, “I was thinking how much my warriors would enjoy Cavedragon stew!” The Cavedragon snapped its maw at her. She quickly moved aside.
Phanres laughed, “It’s pretty and funny. But I sure am hungry. Aw shucks, I missed! Hold still! I’m going to eat sooner or later.”
The sorceress tried a subtle Charm Spell. Phanres said, “I’m too hungry for that, pretty wizard.”
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