Thread:ChazmanianDevil/@comment-26210095-20160823225610/@comment-26210095-20160825183906

The fire hits stone, and scortches it black.

Suddenly, the gates open. Grim-faced dwarves with red armor are marching out the gate, fire-resistant shields raised to protect against the dragon's ire. They have faced dragons before, but nothing like this. They shout war cries as one. "Baruk khazad! Khazad-ai menu!"