The dragon was getting quite irate, whirling its head around and roaring as it overpowered Myar's illusionary blindfold. Were any of them more versed in the scrutiny of draconic expression, they could tell that she was getting very aggravated at the beguiler's illusions. Enough to make a special point of eating him were it not for the other adventurers making mince-meat of her flesh.<br/><br/>Callistara's spell scorched the creature's hide, singing off some scales and leaving what she could tell would be a permanent scar. The beast's scales singed with fresh burns, and the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.<br/><br/>Arren just managed to back out of the dragon's reach when she loosed another deadly torrent of arrows upon the dragon, each blow shattering the creature's balance as it shuttered from the assault. The second arrow in particular landed straight in the dragon's neck, bringing the whole beast's head to the earth as it trembled with rage. It let out a weak roar in protest, a whine or wince as far as dragons go.<br/><br/>It was defeated, drenched in blood and pelted with arrows that still cackled with electric energy as they sparked and consumed the beast's flesh. Tallyrand needed to do no more as it slumped to its side, eyes half closed and cold frosty breath blowing from its nostrils in labor. It clung to life then, weakly clawing at the earth in its last moments as it spoke.<br/><br/>The words escaped its lips just faintly, and only Calistara and Tallyrand knew enough draconic to understand their meaning.<br/><br/>She said, "...My child."<br/><br/>Indeed, there was to this dragon a certain lump in her lower abdomen that had eluded their attention until now...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Suenezipheldiur HP: -9/357 Exactly</div></div>