As we flew back over the Scimitar Spine in the wastelands of Anauroch, we were pursued by a young green dragon. This dragon was male, and seemed not so much in the mood for eating us as mating with our ride. I managed to keep the party from starting an unnecessary engagement. With some unfortunately unforgettable details regarding scent production, I convinced the dragon that we were neither a good mate nor threat to his territory. It lost interest before we cleared Anauroch.
I have noticed a weakness with the gnome's piloting, his landings tend to break things. His repairs had been in haste, more so than we'd realized, and pieces began to fall from the stone beast. The gnome did what he could to shave weight from the statue's underbelly. Great chunks of stone plummeted to the ground. My gaze fixed one such boulder which was on a collision course with a band of armed riders. They never saw what hit them.
Even after shedding all that stone, we braced ourselves for a "forced landing", which I'm pretty sure means the pilot doesn't know why we're still flying. We crashed just outside of Elmwood. The dragon statue was irreparable. The gnome declared he would take three days to build a shrine to his magnificent creation.
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