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Night of the Draconians by Charis Something was in the air... for three Draconians each growing in stature and power found themselves in Ogden's on the same eve. They realized it was an auspicious time to achieve Golden status. Irate`Drag was a mountain of a Draconian. Black, but with a touch of red, this one was hearty and proud. Snap(Drag), also Prismatic, sat more reflective over his beer, but was known to be strong in magic. They met that night an odd young Draconian, one of the rare females. She was a Raptor, but an unusual one. Trained in the Martial Arts, with sharp claws and a wicked kick, she was ready to accompany them and provide what little support she could. Now, these three wise Drags had read the tome of Jarulf and his musings elsewhere, and were overjoyed to see his prophecy come true. For on this eve, there was an identical layout on 13 and 14, with stairs a single teleport from each other. They were down in the bowels of Lazarus' lair within minutes. There Azure Drakes did meet them. They were flashed with tremendous enthusiasm, but these vile mutants were immunte to flash (much to Irate's chagrin! for he relied not on the shield of mana) Vizier and his cohorts tried to stop them, but they would not be swayed. Snap was going through blue juice so fast his head was swimming. One visit to Adria, the poor man got confused and sold half his inventory of blues' back to her at quarter price! Wirt coughed up a lovely gift for the triple Dragon tridotting, which Irate used to transform his claws into kingly blade-like claws of gore. Nothing else of interest was dropped... On 16, many were the BK's and advo's slain. The first attempt to kill D backfired when Guardian spray by the young Raptor awoke many knights... A few trips later we had isolated 'D' once again. Yet this was not before a wonderfully mis-timed res cast that nudged Irate from his senses only long enough to try(!) to cast heal and die again mid cast. Profuse apologies ensued, and he girded his loins... But a short time later, Diablo was awash in the flames of fire walls, guardians, and entertained by an occasional golem... Well done, young draconians... Just another day at the office Charis Charisavoraptor, Raptor-MAR-VK (solo 3@30 to follow soon, will be rough)