April 10, 2011
A Tale of a Ruby Dragonlair
Finally! There it was - a nice plump baby ruby dragon, just waiting to
be killed. All of Medieiva was eager to attack it and plunder the sweet
ruby hide. Over a day went by while Medievians futilely scoured the
corpses of Mob Factions sent by the Dungeon Master in search of the ruby
map leading to highly sought lair.
The call came late. Extremely
late. Most of Medieiva, and even most Earthlings were in deep sleep. The
map had finally been found. Although my eyes and body were begging for
sleep, I heeded the call of my Clan town and joined the adventure to
slay the ruby beast.
We all met at the appointed location and
prepared for battle. Boots, shoes, armor, shields, crossbows, and helms
were removed and worn in a flurry of activity. Finally, we had acquired
18 men and women suitable for the task. Liono bravely led the way, with
Chautheous taking command of the second group of Medievians.
assault on the lair proceeded well, and we quickly advanced past the
obstacles set forth by the dragon with little challenge or delay.
Finally we reached the bottom of the lair and were only one room away
from the beast. We could hear his snarling and pawing at the ground from
the adjacent area and the heat of his breath warmed our armor, making it
uncomfortably hot for us all. After making final preparations, it was
time to confront the dragon in an attempt to force it to flee from its
3…..2…..1….GO! All 18 of us rushed into the dragon’s room
in perfect synchrony, attacking with swords, deadly shockwaves, and
sickening plagues. The dragon was seriously wounded from our efforts,
but his blind rampaging managed to kill off most of the form members,and
we were forced to regroup outside the lair for another pass. We quickly
made our way back down to the room adjacent to the dragon, through the
now-mostly cleared lair. Surely this time we would force the dragon to
flee. Again, as before…3…...2…..1….GO! This time, however, the result
was slightly different.
Instant death. We were confounded, but
the dragon was able to instantly kill each and every single last soldier
with a powerful attack on the entire room. We felt as if the gods were
mocking us, and indeed they were, as the dragon smirked in smug
satisfaction and berated us as our corpses lay there, helpless to
The third attack on the dragon was more successful and
we succeeded in making him flee the safety of his lair to attack the
nearest Clantown. We all followed suit and began our assault to free the
Clantown of the ruby menace. The resulting battle was not different from
any other battle following an attack on a dragonlair. The usual routine:
Attack the dragon, some of us would fall in battle, and the dragon would
flee to fight again. This went on for some time. Too much time, it began
My body continued to beg for sleep, and that surely was
the case for many of the Medievians participating in the attack. We were
too close now though to give up on our long-sought objective. Suddenly a
thought occurred. Connecting to the magic of Medievia, I used the
Dragonlair command to see that there were only 10minutes left to slay
this beast dead once and for all, or he would flee back to the safety of
a new lair! We did not want to fail in our quest for a ruby hide, and we
certainly did not want to contribute to the creation of a new
superbeast, similar to the seemingly immortal Zeksagmak or Iamoth Ruby
“Faster! Resurrect the fallen faster!” encouraged Liono
to his badly beaten but not defeated attacking party. The time crunch
was felt by all of us. The dragon pales visibly, but there are only
several minutes left now for us to defeat him. Several more rounds of
attacking, killing, and fleeing occur.
The dragon clings to life!
Barely!!! Less than two minutes remain! Attack!!! Attack!!! There’s no
more time, the dragon must die now!
With less than one minute
remaining, we begin what will surely be our final assault, regardless of
the outcome. YES! We collectively shiver in disgust along with the rest
of the Medievian realm as the ruby dragon lets out a final, agonized
moan before death. We all celebrated as we looted our precious ruby
dragonhide from the corpse. Liono was glad that his perfect streak of
dragonlairs had not been broken, and we were all relieved to have
accomplished our goal, so that we could finally succumb to sleep.
Everyone was grateful that the dragon died,and that things did not turn
out differently, with the dragon living and fleeing to fight another
The only difference between these two outcomes was our
fierce fighting to kill the dragon, and the difference occurred with
less than a minute to spare.