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"After hours of driving iron spears into it, the horrid thing finally died. No clue if it was due to the poison we applied to the tips (if so, that took way too long to take effect) or if we stabbed enough holes in it that it just dropped. Regardless of what killed it, we are just thrilled that it is finally dead. This was an ordeal I hope to never experience again. We knew it was a horrible job to begin with, but this was absolutely wretched. We have four dead, six injured and everyone reeks like sunbaked bile. A third of our equipment is ruined; blades are corroded, leather is half digested and the cart we hauled this all on is chewed up into a pile of melting splinters. The pay from our employer will stretch a bit more now that we lost a few folk, but it still isn't nearly enough, so we are going to plunder this dragon's hoard in hopes of getting a few more coin for our trouble. It will pay, but boy does it suck. All the hunky heroes of the legends get to dive into piles of gold and jewels that the dragon collected, but us? We get to pick through this thing's freaking teeth.

Took almost an hour to flip its upper jaw over and expose its inner maw. Thing felt heavier than a team of oxen, and it was still oozing acid. We have protective gloves and boot covers to keep our limbs from being digested, but there isn't enough peppermint oil in the world to block out that noxious breath. Can't tell if it smelled better alive than dead. Kadin is currently filling every jar and bottle we have with its saliva, a task I do not envy. Disgusting as it is, it could fetch us a good price. Potion makers and alchemists value the stuff for how it breaks down ingredients and melds it all together, so hopefully we will find some buyers. I personally can't look at that sludge in any positive light after seeing what it did to Gren. By the Gods, what a terrible way to go. At least his blade wasn't hosed down with the stuff, so we can present it to his family. Got nothing else to give them, the ground pretty much soaked up what was left of him.

This spit and whatever we find in its mouth is pretty much all we can salvage from this forsaken mission. The meat is inedible, its outer teeth are too hard to remove, the scales are worthless and there isn't much else in its body besides that. The inner teeth aren't worth much, because it sheds that stuff like fur. Your liable to step on one just strolling through the woods, so they aren't exactly rare. You still have to watch those things when your rooting around its mouth, though, because those suckers can still slice you open pretty bad. Best to dislodge them with a club and scoop them out before you start digging.

After a few minutes of searching, we pretty much pulled out everything that was recognizable. Antonin found a few gold coins that were stuck between its gums. Probably will have to melt them down to get any worth out of them, they are pretty messed up from the saliva. We pulled three Ivory Stones from the back teeth, so that should fetch us some cash. Two of them are pretty small, but the third is about the size of my fist, so we should get a fair price from that. Nicolas found a key while digging around, and it is in pretty good shape. No clue what it goes to, so I will just dream that it leads to some vault full of treasure and not to some cottage's back door. I dug out a weird ring that was in surprisingly good condition. Kadin said it had some kind of magic to it, so that is why it survived. So apparently this thing ate a wizard? Glad to know that even the fancy "sophisticated" folk can still get munched by a monster. Found a bunch of mangled metal that we may be able to melt down and sell as scrap. One of those pieces turned out to be Manfred's helmet, and is pretty much the only evidence we found of him. Thing was crushed like you dropped an anvil on a tin can. I hope it happened when the beast got a hold of him, cruel as it may sound. Better to have your head squished like a grape in a few seconds then to be trapped in that maw and slowly mulched. We are going to melt that down too, as there is no way I am giving his wife this chewed-up piece of junk. We just have to remember to wash all this stuff down real good before we pack it up, or else it will eat through our bags.

The search yielded a few good things, but like everything else about this mission, it was a miserable time. Now we clean up, patch up, pack up and head back to town for our reward. The carcass will just be left where it lies, we have no use for it. There are no trophies to gain here, no memories we wish to relish. Leave it to rot, and maybe some scavenger will be desperate enough to eat it."

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And of course after I mention that I won't be doing any real stuff for Smaugust I go and do this. What an idiot. Just got the hankering to revisit my ol' Grinning Dragons and went on the continuation of "draw it again, but make it bendier." More teeth, more nasty and more fun.

Maybe I will get a breather in September but I say that right before I learn that "Rept-ember" is a thing or what not.

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"After hours of driving iron spears into it, the horrid thing finally died. No clue if it was due to the poison we applied to the tips (if so, that took way too long to take effect) or if we stabbed enough holes in it that it just dropped. Regardless of what killed it, we are just thrilled that it is finally dead. This was an ordeal I hope to never experience again. We knew it was a horrible job to begin with, but this was absolutely wretched. We have four dead, six injured and everyone reeks like sunbaked bile. A third of our equipment is ruined; blades are corroded, leather is half digested and the cart we hauled this all on is chewed up into a pile of melting splinters. The pay from our employer will stretch a bit more now that we lost a few folk, but it still isn't nearly enough, so we are going to plunder this dragon's hoard in hopes of getting a few more coin for our trouble. It will pay, but boy does it suck. All the hunky heroes of the legends get to dive into piles of gold and jewels that the dragon collected, but us? We get to pick through this thing's freaking teeth.

Took almost an hour to flip its upper jaw over and expose its inner maw. Thing felt heavier than a team of oxen, and it was still oozing acid. We have protective gloves and boot covers to keep our limbs from being digested, but there isn't enough peppermint oil in the world to block out that noxious breath. Can't tell if it smelled better alive than dead. Kadin is currently filling every jar and bottle we have with its saliva, a task I do not envy. Disgusting as it is, it could fetch us a good price. Potion makers and alchemists value the stuff for how it breaks down ingredients and melds it all together, so hopefully we will find some buyers. I personally can't look at that sludge in any positive light after seeing what it did to Gren. By the Gods, what a terrible way to go. At least his blade wasn't hosed down with the stuff, so we can present it to his family. Got nothing else to give them, the ground pretty much soaked up what was left of him.

This spit and whatever we find in its mouth is pretty much all we can salvage from this forsaken mission. The meat is inedible, its outer teeth are too hard to remove, the scales are worthless and there isn't much else in its body besides that. The inner teeth aren't worth much, because it sheds that stuff like fur. Your liable to step on one just strolling through the woods, so they aren't exactly rare. You still have to watch those things when your rooting around its mouth, though, because those suckers can still slice you open pretty bad. Best to dislodge them with a club and scoop them out before you start digging.

After a few minutes of searching, we pretty much pulled out everything that was recognizable. Antonin found a few gold coins that were stuck between its gums. Probably will have to melt them down to get any worth out of them, they are pretty messed up from the saliva. We pulled three Ivory Stones from the back teeth, so that should fetch us some cash. Two of them are pretty small, but the third is about the size of my fist, so we should get a fair price from that. Nicolas found a key while digging around, and it is in pretty good shape. No clue what it goes to, so I will just dream that it leads to some vault full of treasure and not to some cottage's back door. I dug out a weird ring that was in surprisingly good condition. Kadin said it had some kind of magic to it, so that is why it survived. So apparently this thing ate a wizard? Glad to know that even the fancy "sophisticated" folk can still get munched by a monster. Found a bunch of mangled metal that we may be able to melt down and sell as scrap. One of those pieces turned out to be Manfred's helmet, and is pretty much the only evidence we found of him. Thing was crushed like you dropped an anvil on a tin can. I hope it happened when the beast got a hold of him, cruel as it may sound. Better to have your head squished like a grape in a few seconds then to be trapped in that maw and slowly mulched. We are going to melt that down too, as there is no way I am giving his wife this chewed-up piece of junk. We just have to remember to wash all this stuff down real good before we pack it up, or else it will eat through our bags.

The search yielded a few good things, but like everything else about this mission, it was a miserable time. Now we clean up, patch up, pack up and head back to town for our reward. The carcass will just be left where it lies, we have no use for it. There are no trophies to gain here, no memories we wish to relish. Leave it to rot, and maybe some scavenger will be desperate enough to eat it."

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And of course after I mention that I won't be doing any real stuff for Smaugust I go and do this. What an idiot. Just got the hankering to revisit my ol' Grinning Dragons and went on the continuation of "draw it again, but make it bendier." More teeth, more nasty and more fun.

Maybe I will get a breather in September but I say that right before I learn that "Rept-ember" is a thing or what not.