Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5166523-20141012143923

Gwiriel runs out of Ebony arrows- the bottom of the dragon now resembles a pincushion.

"Come down here, you accursed beast. Let me get one clear shot into your eye."

He waits as it swoops down to make another pass at knocking him off the cliff, aiming his bow at its head.