In a cold sweat, Bazinga the dungeon diver crouched in the shadows between a very full treasure chest and an fully-grown dragon who was not in the least happy to see her. Laying on the ground by the chest was the skeletal remains of Bazinga's former life, ended abruptly by her scaled companion whose breath was not unlike a rocket booster. An active magic reflect spell was Bazinga's only hope to make it across the floor and retrieve her belongings, and more importantly, the contents of the chest. She took off at full speed as a fireball blasted at her, only to be reflected back to the dragon. As she skidded to a stop between the chest and her charred remains, Bazinga screamed out the words that would turn her invisible, eluding the dragon's second attack. Her bags heavy with treasure, and her trusty runebook back in hand, the last thing the dragon heard was "Kal Ort Por" as he swung his claws wildly at thin air once occupied by an intrepid dungeon diver. As Bazinga made her way around Skara Brae, selling off gems, scrolls, and weaker magic weapons, she made herself a reminder... a warning she will never forget: "Stay away from Fire Temple... until tomorrow."
