Certain Doom Awaits You

The group of three turned the corner slowly, as to not disturb whatever was making the heavy breathing sounds they had heard from down the hall.

"I don't think we woke it..." whispered Lynnia, putting her dagger back in its sheath. "... what is it?"

"Let me check, I've never seen anything like it in any of my adventures before." Bartock said as he pulled a tattered leather bound book from his satchel.

He thumbed through the pages with urgency, after all this... whatever it is, could awaken at any moment.

"Well?!" said Merro in a voice loud enough to get a quick shushing from the others.

"Apparently," started Bartock, " it is a Vendar Dragon. Not a TRUE member of the dragon family, but bot something we want to mess with either."

"Looks almost cute... peaceful..." added Lynnia

"It breathes lava." Bartock chimed in.

"Oh... not... QUITE as cute then. Let's try to sneak past."

As Merro steps, a floorboard creeks.

"Roll for initiative," said Craig, the Dungeon Master.