No Flying Dragons

Once, dragons owned the heavens, preying on the defenceless as their pinions dimmed the sun and their exhalations choked the air with cinders; mankind stood powerless.

Then a kindly god, roused to fury, dashed the wyrms from the firmament and interred them in the fens, grinding them into ooze till their wings putrefied.

Yet dragonkind dies hard: pent and coiled in blackness, the mires hold them fast — but they roil the waters and seize whatever carries flesh, guilty or guiltless.

Odds are datamined assuming a fresh roll; pity bonuses and duplicate protection adjust them as you play.

• Mevasser Witchcraft Vendor 9.3%
• Henrik Merchant 9.3%

• Generic Junk 0.6%