Beautiful and graceful, her presence stirred the quiet town unsuspectingly. Long, golden locks, pale skin, whimsical blue eyes-- it was a look that the shabby town was quite unused to. They were dirty, rusty people, and here this human walks in looking like an elf's favorite pet. She seemed shy, but kind, humble and gentle. Her words were like honey as gold as her hair. She had caught many a man's eye.
Then a dragon landed in the town square.
Panic, mayhem, upheavel of rules and virture, all caution thrown to the wind as villagers scrambled to safety. Many villagers forgot about the beautiful woman in the green dress, but some did not. They panicked for her safety, urging her to get into a cabin or run with them.
She did not.
Instead, from no where, she drew a sword and shield. This corset-clad, heeled-boot-wearing maiden of the north had summoned her weapons from thin air, and charged straight toward the dragon. Many villagers were so agape they froze in their panic, horrified beyond measure, and yet somehow wildly fascinated.
The dragon was a young one. A juvenile wyrmling at most. It seemed confused, watching people run by in terror without so much as a swipe for them. Its silver scales were unusual in this part of the valley, as normally any dragon spotted was gold or red in hue. There had been tales of distant past of when dragons were friendly and would stop by for a chat with the ancient seer, but long gone where those times. Dragons were fierce and terrifying now, friendly and kind no more.
Upon seeing the beautiful woman, the dragon flinched and reared up, letting out a terrible noise. When it fell back to its front legs, a blast of frozen air was retched. Anything within range of the main square was frozen solid... except for the maiden.
She had said a few words loudly, and suddenly her shield was creating steam against the blast, protecting herself from the freezing wind. However, the dragon was relentless. It took another deep breath and blasted more frosted air, chilling her shield through to her arm. Before the ice consumed her, she threw the shield away. As the dragon took another deep inhale, she screamed at the top of her lungs a foreign word.
"ITHEIK!" She yelled, and the dragon seemed to burp. It wiggled in a cough, icicles forming on its nostrils. With a shake of the head, it regained its composure, and returned its attention on the maiden. She stood straight, tall, and spirited away her weapons in to thin air once again. The villagers then watched in amazement as this random, beautiful woman began to speak to the dragon in a strange tongue. The dragon, to their bewilderment, replied back.
Back and forth their conversation went, until finally the dragon tossed her a bag that had been tied around its body. The maiden caught it, said a few words, and then a gust of air covered the village as the dragon left.
The townsfolk were shocked and silent. Many had been watching the transaction, but now had no clue what to do. The woman then looked up from the bag of rattling goods and smiled brightly to them, which then eased a few out of their hiding holes.
The townskeeper, the small comparison of a mayor, shakingly walked to the woman. He was chosen to lead the town for his courage, but no one could blame him that he was a quivering welp in the eyes of a dragon. Compared to the woman, he seemed a scared child.
"W...what happened?" He managed, his throat tightening with a squeak. He cleared his throat and restated, "What happened?"
"He was lost," The maiden said with a gentle smile. "He was on his way to Vundurgrad, but went too far east. I sent him on the right path. He didn't mean to attack me, but my sword scared him. He was very young, so he had never met a paladin before. Oh, here; this is a sack of gold he offered me as thanks for helping him, but I see he did quite some damage to the houses, so you need it more than I do."
The townskeeper shivered from shoe to hat. "P... paladin?"
"Yes," The woman said. "I am Lilly of Elleca's Grove, paladin to Pelor. I have fought many battles, and I'm here to offer my services to you."
And then Lilly smiled, willfully ignoring the dumbfounded look on his face.
Written by Lyric Goins, Vice President and creator of The Tavern Club comic.
This story is based on the character from "How to Roll Up A 3.5 Character" video, also done by Lyric Goins.