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Now being equipped with the limited edition Dragonic Runeblade: A Ghost Of Nightfall, you venture on towards the dragon’s lair, getting ever closer to the finale of your main quest. You head towards the dragon fortress, soon realising that the dragon fortress is in fact a ginormous mountain. You soon reach the foot of the mountain and begin your ascent.
The mountain is, as expected, quite ominous looking. Dark clouds paint the sky above you and the wind howls. Large cliffs covered with ice and snow towers before you, while you slowly climb up the mountain.
Having reached a plane part of the mountain you decide you take a break, but when discussing whether or not dAnkan should drink some eggnog you hear a high pitched cry for help. Being the heroes you are, you decide to continue the debate later and rush towards the scream.
Soon you see a small figure lying on the ground, dressed in what looks like clothing belonging to one of Santa’s elfs. You approach and confirm that it is one of Santa’s elfs. Upon closer inspection you can see that the elf is missing an arm, with the other arm being stuck under a large christmas present.
— “Oh, jolly! Christmas cheer to me, finally someone has come to my aid!” the elf exclaims upon seeing the two of you approaching.
— “What has happened here? What are you doing up here on this mountain?” you ask the parched elf.
— “And why do you only have one arm?” dAnkan somewhat rudely asks the elf, probably without thinking it over first.
— “Why do you not have any arms?” the elf rudely responds, immediately realising it is unwise to taunt your saviours before they have saved you. “Oh… Sorry. I meant nothing by it…” the elf continues, but knowing dAnkan there will be neither forgiveness or forgetness any time soon. “You see, when the dragon came for all the presents I tried to defend them, but the dragon burned off my arm. So I hid under one of the large presents, but then the dragon took the presents and me with it, and flew away. Long story short the dragon dropped the present with me hanging onto it, and now I’m here… Well it’s actually been quite a while since that happened but still.” the elf explains. “Please help me.”
dAnkan looks at the elf with a questioning look. “How do you propose we do that? We have no idea what’s inside so we can’t just dropkick it, what if it explodes or something?”
— “Perhaps we should unwrap it first and take a look inside, see what it does.” you suggest, to which the elf nods.
You manage to get the present off the elfs arm. The elf, who has been chatting with you all the while you’ve worked on the rescue and who you therefore now know as Jinglebell, gets up and stretches, seemingly unbothered by the current situation.
— “Well, I’d better be off.” Jinglebell says, brushing two weeks worth of dirt and rubble off them.
— “Wait, we’ve rescued you but we have yet to rescue Christmas from the evil dragon. You’ve been here for quite some time, do you know anything that could help us?” you ask the elf. In the corner of your eye you see dAnkan pull out a small flask of eggnog from under one of their wings.
— “Hmm. I have noticed that the dragon snores quite loudly, and usually goes to bed quite early. So you might be able to surprise it when it sleeps.” the elf says, and then starts gathering a fistful of snow in their hands.
— “That might be useful…” dAnkan says, and you chime in with a “thank you” right before the elf throws the heap of snow into the air. You both look up, and when looking back down to the elf you realise that the elf is gone.
— “I hate elves and their magic. Truly people with magic are the most impolite ones.” dAnkan mutters and you continue your ascent.