By Tawmis of NeverendingNights.com
The scent is almost unbearable.
Being surrounded by stone does little to ease my nerves. Where are the trees? These caves are cold; surrounded by stone where there is no sky, no open air. Even now, the air tastes stagnant in my lungs.
The last few days have been nothing short of a blur. From fighting Kobolds, and even an young White Dragon, we had discovered an Orb of Pelor that had strangely shifted us through time. The Orb was found in the home of a young White Dragon, whom we had to vanquish.