Noggin’s Lair
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12 min readOct 15, 2021
Stealing through the pre-dawn forest, Leaf sensed the dragon before seeing it. He’d never smelled brimstone before but the ungodly stench fit the name. Dressed in an ill-fitting suit of armor, he moved as quietly as he could.
A low howl filled his ears from beyond the copse of trees. The mixture of pain and rage and unnatural timbre made him shudder. It joined the discordant chorus with the plaintive cries of the princess. What…