» Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:51 am Some time last night.
It was dark and blizzardy on the snowy mountainside in the region of The Pale. Lydia and I took our chances with a fierce dragon which did dwell there. Such an endeavor requires teamwork. The plan was for Lydia to take that dragon face to face (as she always does; she always seems to know what my plan is), while I hid behind trees. Well, I'm a mage with tender skin, you see. I can't just take fire head-on like Lydia over here. How she remains unscathed is something I'll never know.
The epic battle was in pursuit. Lydia acted as a distraction while I electrocuted the beast with high voltage whenever I could. In a series of swooping and flybys, the dragon sought to burn me to a crisp; but I was bolting the blood right out of him! Lydia fired shots with her bow, although I couldn't tell how much she was doing. Her specialty seems to be in excessive taunting. You know, Lydia, the dragon doesn't understand you. I don't think it speaks Lydian.
We were engaged in battle for quite some time. At last the dragon, half covered in blood, was nearly dead. However, it did something unexpected. It disappeared over the crest of the mountain and did not return. Instead of landing near us in an effort to fight till the death, it flew off! Thinking it might still fly back, I cautiously scanned the cloudy sky. Not a sound. Nothing. Nonetheless, It couldn't be far off. According to the radar I seem to have planted in my forehead, I can just follow the red dot to its location.
After a brisk sprint, I knew we were close to it. I scanned ahead to see if I could identify it. The darkness and the blizzard obscured my vision, and I could not quickly spot it. There was something between the the snow covered trees about 40 meters ahead, and I tried to home in on it. Ah! There it is! Being covered in blood, the dragon was hard to see against the dark wall of rock behind it. I moved in closer for a better look.
I was stunned by what I saw. The dragon only stared. It was crouched down in a submissive posture in the cover of some trees. The wall of rock behind it kept it from running anywhere. As I got closer, it didn't fight. It didn't lunge at me or even blow fire. It only stared, not daring to open its mouth against me. I walked further, but it still made no attempt. It looked so helpless and wounded. I'd gladly electrocute other dragons to death, but at this point I didn't know what to do. What's wrong with it? What should I do? I know I should...no...I can't....I just--
"I'LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TO!" Lydia exclaimed as she ran up and pwned it in the face with her jagged orchish greatsword. The dragon didn't fight back, not even against raging Lydia. Why? Why Lydia! How could you be so heartless! It's soul flowed into my very being, and only it's bones remain now.
Poor dragon! I don't want to kill dragon unless they attack me, but this scene I wouldn't kill it either. Damned Lydia! 
