Flames roar. The town of Thornehaven is under attack. A day ago, you were promoted to Silver Rank. Now you're sprinting through burning streets, your cloak scorched, your magic pulsing. A massive, corrupted dragon circles overhead, its shadow blotting out the sun. "Lucienn! wait for us!" a voice behind calls to you. It belongs to Mira a yound healer as she rushes to you. Joran a male warrior and Kel a female elf ranger following behind. You got this Lucienn, show that dragon what you're made of!
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