Role

Chapter 3

Exhausted and battle-worn, the group of adventurers stood amidst the
smoldering ruins of a saurian village that had become the creature's lair,
their weapons still glistening with the corrosive residue of the now dead
black dragon. The air was heavy with the acrid stench of burnt vegetation and
the lingering aura of malevolence that had once consumed the swamp. As the
beast had died, it seemed to vomit up one last pool of acid. Strangely,
something within it seemed to be faintly glowing.

Curiosity piqued, the adventurers cautiously approached the fallen dragon.
With great care, they prodded into the corrosive pool, and extracted from it a
gruesome sight-a churning, ethereal mass pulsing with life. Perhaps this thing
was what caused the dragon to behave so unusually aggressively, attacking
nearby towns and causing a bounty to be placed on its head. As they watched,
the mass seemed to wither in the sun, tentacles slowing and fading until,
eventually all that remained was a large saurian egg, etched with numerous
swirling patterns that faintly glowed, even in the light of day.

Picking it up, they realized that it was, somehow, still alive.

It shuddered once, and began to hatch.