TheDayoftheTempest

“At least they’re not real dragons,” Rig said, relaxing a little. His eyes darted back and forth between the two creatures blocking the exit of the cavern. The beasts flicked their barbed tails, flexed the claws on their hind feet, and took a step closer. Two sets of large, pear-shaped eyes bored down into the trapped adventurers. The motion of the creatures’ leathery wings sent the sand on the cave floor rushing away. “Wyverns,” Palin noted. “The brown dragons my lizard friend mentioned,” Peril said. “I’ve never seen anything like them,” said Blister, a hint of awe creeping into her voice. “They’re not nearly as big as the thing that killed Shaon,” said Rig. “I can take them.” “Take what?” one of the wyverns growled. “Something steal? Mad be master.” “Mad be Storm Over Krynn when comes!” exclaimed the other. The Storm Over Krynn, Palin mouthed. “This is Khellendros’s lair! We’ve got to get out of here!” THE DAY OF THE TEMPEST ( Dragonlance - Dragons of a New Age, Book 2 ) Jean Rabe For Harold Johnson, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, and the Winter of ’87 and for the FIFTH AGE design team—Steven Brown, Sue Weinlein Cook, William W. Co......