Kelly
The legionnaires loose their arrows, the arrows soaring through the sky toward the menacing dragon. 

"They aren't piercing, ma'am!" One of the legionnaires shouts

"Just keep at it! We'll fell that beast in due time!" The captain responded, "Wish we had a ballista for this." She mumbles

The dragon was unaffected by the arrows, few actually landed, but the ones that did merely bounced off its thick scales and spikes
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Through the hall lined with vacant cells was the sounds of more fighting, less words more clashing steel. Stormcloaks desperately trying to escape and Imperials trying to stop them, an old tale by now.

"More fighting." One the Stormcloaks said

"How much fighting has been happening?" The mage asks, "And is there really a dragon?"
Micah
He shouts, the word *Laas*, in his vision the souls of everyone around him become visible, "I see 10 souls. Near even match, 6 on 4." He says, clutching the grips of his blades, "Really not looking to kill more."
Ralph
"Then we go about it diplomatically, talk them down."