Smaragon was then unleashed, flying Southeast in pursuit of it's prey. Obsidrix spies had kept him informed of events and he had prepared for the coming fight.
He lured the iron dragon to a place where a magnetic vortex randomly formed over a vast field of ore. Heated by veins of lava it was always in flux and could attract or repel anything of metal with tremendous force. Realizing too late what it had wandered into the full weight of Smaragon crashed to the ground, its shoulder wedged into crack filled with bubbling lava. It's scales began to soften and high above Obsidrix circled with a mighty spear in hand. Soon the moment to strike would be right when it's scales turned to a cherry-red color he knew it would be as if striking naked flesh.
It was only by the quick action of the wizards Shemwar and Shemlos conjuring several water elementals to throw themselves on the hottest parts of Smaragon, cooling it off enough to free itself and roll aside as the spear struck the lava and disappeared below the surface. Weakened and hurt Smaragon withdrew to fight another day.
The Iron and Black dragon would meet in battles that lasted days yet neither could find advantage. They began to fear the Black dragon could not be stopped.
It was then our hero appeared; Vognor the half dwarven/dragonborn. - and a bunch of stuff about dragonborn, crystals, draconic alphabet and more fantasy stuff. Lots more if anyone is interested on the history of Ataris. It was a fun break from Napoleonics.
Cheers,
Bessiere
