You decide to set up camp for the night. You remove the bedroll from your back and place it upon the ground, then examine the area you have chosen to sleep for the night. It's humid, warm, and fairly dark. The only reason that there is any light at all is due to small cracks in the top of the structure bleeding just enough moonlight in for you to make out your surroundings. The walls were a shade of tan, and upon further inspection seemed to be made of limestone.
The floor was made out of the same material, and seemed to be even more damaged than the roof. It cracked in several areas, and elevated unnecessarily in others; this revealed soil and even grass in a few small areas. It surprised you that it had received enough sunlight to even grow in a place like this. After you felt you had done a thurough enough examination of the area, you adujusted your bedroll so that it was in a location in which it was able to lay flat.
Happy with your work, you removed your pack and any semblence of armor on your person- then laid it to the side. Your stomach growls and you remember just how long it's been since you've last eaten, so you lean to the side once again as to retrieve the rations from your bag. You remove some of said rations, you eat them- and the rest of the night goes as you might imagine.
You lie on your bedroll placing your arms behind your head as you stare up at the limestone ceiling. You didn't need a blanket tonight, it was warm enough to keep you mostly comfortable throughout the night- it was a shame you could do nothing about the humidity. Soon enough your eyes shut and your dreams take over; simple dreams, nothing worthy of remembering. And when you woke-
CRRRRRAAAAASHH! You jump from your bed and turn quickly to see the light of day shining in and the nearby walls and ceilings crumbling. Something incredibly large and black has landed on the temple not too far from you. You can't quite make out what it is, but that could be because you were in a bit of a stupor scrambling to your feet an running out of the temple. It wasn't too awful hard as the walls were crumbling down, but you did have to get quite a bit closer to the mysterious black.
You make it out without any major damage, a few scuffs from chunks of falling rock. You had been extremely lucky that a larger piece had not fallen on you. You take a quick moment to examine the object a few feet in front of you; long, black, big, alive. It almost slithered, and you took a step back, only to turn your head and see that it was part of something much larger. You tilted your head back, and made out wings, a somewhat heavy-set body, and scales; what you were seeing slither before you just moments ago was a tail. It was clear to you now that this was a dragon.
Now you didn't fear many things, but you did fear dragons. You have heard tales of dragons eating people, destroying villages, hoarding the world's treasure. You had not heard a single good thing about a dragon your entire life, you had only heard that you should keep your distance from them, lest you end up on their plate. You had to move quickly, or you had to move silently, and you had to make up your mind quick.
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