The Walking Damned: ECL 3, Petri, Dragon 3 : Entry 1

In every dark time, there has been a hero at call. For every war, a warrior. I am that warrior. I am Petri, the Bold! My latest, and possibly greatest, endeavour is proof enough of this. As the rains attempted to confine us to the little church, It was Petri that suggested exploring the well just outside. Using my great wings, I surveyed the land. It was then that I discovered the bear! A great, tyrannical grizzly, destroying that poor defenseless well. I had to stop it! Sadly, the elf-man had other ideas. He wanted to make friends. With a bear. That wanted to eat him. As I followed mommy around the corner, I could see that poor elf-man trying to approach, and I could see the hungry look in that bear's eyes. I took to the air, making myself larger to defend the elf man! I am the greatest warrior, but even the greatest can have bad days. When that little elf tried to ride the bear, I knew it was destined to be one of those days. Oh how I fought. Ripping and thrashing, teaching that bear what's what. Finally, as I stamped the last nail in it's coffin, I went for the killing blow. And was trapped down by a net. The elf. He ruined my chance to be a great hero! The coward. It was just a little bear, and that elf-man go and put us in a net. I was trapped, the bear was trapped, and mommy was frantic to save me! Mommy cut me free and we watched the bear escape. The elf didn't even try to go after it. SO eager to mess with it when it was my glory on the line. We returned inside, quickly discovering that the undead chaser, magic fingers, and the war man had caught dinner for their favourite dragon. All tied up and ready to eat. I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow, dinner was released. Once a perfectly good meal, now fighting beside us like it was worthy. I blame the elf man. He always seems to have a hand in my undoing.