(The following is seen by all outside the merchant's hall as well as anyone outside of a building in the town proper.)
Having been scooped up in the maw of the ancient evil called Scorch, Gecel Grandhelm pushes with all of his might to keep the jaws open. Whats tha matter dragon? Did ya bite off moren ya can chew? Gecel mocks. In one hand he struggles to swing his magical axe, Storm Caller, striking swiftly, but clumsily with the weapon against the dragons cheek. The skies darken as an imposing thunderstorm rolls into the area. The wind whistles in Gecels ears.
Turning his axe slightly to make a different angle of attack, Gecel launches his axe mightily toward the dragons eye. Scorch rears and opens his mouth as the axe bites his flesh just under his right eye. The sudden movement and the deafening bellow of the dragon combine to disorient the mighty warrior and he falls from the dragons jaws. In a split second the great Gecel Grandhelm plummets to the ground and strikes the roof of an unoccupied house in southern Jastery, crashing through the roof to the first floor.
A huge plume of dust can be seen for a mile or more accompanying the massive crash. Scorch circles, and now having nothing in his mouth to hinder his speech, bellows, Come forth dwarf, your strikes are much weaker then last we fought. Lightning cracks across the sky as the winds pick up and the storm begins in earnest. Scorch watches intently for any sign of movement from the ruined cabin.
Well if you are finished then you should have a funeral pyre! Scorch yells and swoops toward the cabin. Issuing a massive gout of flame fifty feet long he engulfs the house, which instantly catches fire. Even the now pouring rain can not stop the unholy blaze. For a long moment Scorch hovers there, surveying his terrible work. As the roof cracks and caves in from the weakening flames a form walks determinedly out the front door.
Gecel strides out and with all of his strength throws his massive two-handed axe at his ancient foe. The axe strikes and rips through Scorchs massive right wing. As the dragon struggles to stay aloft with his new wound, the sky crackles with energy. A lightning bolt streaks across the sky and pierces Scorchs abdomen, blasting the massive dragon with such force that it stops his wings from beating and he falls for several seconds. As Scorch regains his senses he swoops back into the attack and pounces onto the dwarf seeking, to pick him up again in his massive jaws or crush him in his claws.
Gecel anticipates the maneuver and sidesteps the jaws. Ducking under the claws he seizes hold of the dragons enormously strong tail as it strikes him against the burning house. Gecel cries out as the air is blasted from his lungs, still his iron like grip holds and he is lifted into the air. Scorch continues upward as Gecel shouts, I have you now dragon!
Climbing deftly up the rain slicked dragons back using his mining boots to bite into the scales, Gecel climbs to the back of the huge beast. Lightning streaks all around, as the storm mimics the fury in the dwarf. Calling for his axe, Gecel stands on the back of the wyrm. In a flash his axe is in his hands and he raises it above him. The sky crackles with energy again and the axe is struck with another powerful bolt of lightning. Gecel forces the charged axe down into the dragons shoulder and blasts a large hole in the flesh just above the wing. The dragon writhes in pain from the massive wound. Raising his axe again Gecel screams, And now ta end you dragon!
Scorch rears back and climbs till almost in a vertical posture just as Gecel raises his axe. The momentum of the two moves forces Gecel to start back peddling, then as his boots fail to find purchase, Gecel falls. Reaching for the spines on the tail Gecel holds on for a split second as he catches the glare of the dragon. Scorch turns his entire body toward his tail and breathes his flames right in the dwarfs face. As the breath is burned from his lungs, Gecel falls.
The flame covered dwarf falls for several seconds and strikes the earth with a huge crash. Scorch follows him down and almost as soon as he hits, Scorch lands claws first on him. A massive claw pierces his throat. As he struggles to breathe he raises his hand in defiance, Scorch twists his hand in the grizzly wound. Gecels hand falls lifeless as he dies.
Breathing heavily from the terrible fight Scorch grabs up Gecels axe in his jaws and swallows the accursed thing, adding it to the magical energies already in his blood. Scorch rises and takes off carrying his victim aloft. Flying over town he flings the dead dwarf at the feet of the council. No one can help you now! You are lost! Scorch laughs as he retreats across the sky.
The trees sway and the very mountains weep from the loss of such a courageous warrior. The storm fades and the winds die down. Gecel Grandhelm is no more.