[ WP ] A party of heroes is roaming through the country side when they suddenly come across a dragon ! Instead of combat however , the party instead falls into bickering as they debate whether it 's a dragon or a wyvern or some mutated komodo-dragon .

In a time very different from ours, there was a community of small villages. These villages lived under the shadow of a large mountain, surviving off of the cool, refreshing spring water that flowed from the mountain peak. 
 
 One fateful day a large shadow was cast upon the mountain, fire erupted from the shadow and shook the mountain to its core. `` This mountain is mine and the people my slaves from this day forth until the end of your days!'' Rang out a deep and thunderous voice from atop the high peak. 
 
 No one could see who this voice belonged to, but it was assumed it must have been a dragon. After that day the once cold streams ran hot and boiled so no one could bathe, drink, or enjoy thier life source. 
 
 The community leaders joined together one day and decided they would hire the most experienced dragon slayers and offer thier most prized possessions in exchange for the Dragons Head on a Pike. 
 
 Later that same week the Companions rode into town upon thier warhorses, dressed in an armor comprised of dragon scales and monstrous trophies. Up the mountain they climbed for days until finally reaching the top. 
 
 As they rounded the last peak what they saw perched upon the top was not exactly what had been expected, in fact they could n't help but stifle thier laughter. 
 
 `` Tis just a babe!'' The Barbarian roared, holding his belly while nearly falling off the mountain. 
 
 `` Aww he's such a cutie, ca n't we keep this one?'' The burglar insisted, `` He could sit on our shoulders like pirates parrot! Do you think it talks?'' 
 
 `` Silence you fools!'' The Sorceress screamed, `` We know not what powers this beast could unleash'' 
 
 `` Perhaps he'll tickle us with his little whiskers of death!'' The Barbarian carried on continuing his laughter while throwing his axe into the ground with a thud. `` I'll simply snap his neck and be done with it'' 
 
 `` Grognak get down! It's preparing it's breath!'' Yelled the ranger just out of sight. 
 
 The beast before them inhaled deeply. His long whiskers tickling his nose while his fur coat prickled with anticipation. His short stubby claws scratched on the rock and his chest puffed out preparing to unleash death. 
 
 `` Ahhh-hiccup-oo'' is all it said with a puff of smoke and saddened eyes as his fire had failed. 
 
 Instantly all the Companions belted out laughter, rolling around the ground at the comedic disaster. 
 
 `` Alright enough fun. It's been days since I've had grog. Let's get this over with and feed it to the dogs.'' The barbarian said with a smile of dread. 
 
 The small dragon quickly scrambled across the rocks, but was trapped in a corner. He spread his wings and flapped so hard, but could not raise from the ground more than a few feet. 
 
 `` Caution my friend, this does n't seem right'' the Sorceress said, but the barbarian waved his hand and continued to walk his steady pace. His smile continued to spread across his scarred face. 
 
 Suddenly the small, furry dragon looked up the skys, then back at the barbarian with his own smile. `` Daddy's home.'' Is the last the Companions ever heard as molten fire spread across the mountain. 
 
 To this day no one had challenged the mountain and there the babe sleeps soundly asleep under the watch of the Great Dragon
