The Randomest Dragonlance-Based Story

As the kender held up the flashy pair of boxers, I began to laugh outrageously at my friend's reddening face. The Joe boxers were black with little warriors. Still chuckling, I leaned forward, possibly recognizing one. It was him! Some text flashed into my head from the book I had recently read...1

Cathan Twice-Born stood up shakily, beaten and blood-soaked, staggering up the white marble steps of Xaroth. He had made it. Dragging himself inside, a tapestry on the nearby wall featured a black dragon hovering over Palanthas...2

The dragon's lemon-lime flames seared through the peaceful azure skies, scorching the defenseless village below. He roared as his crimson slitted eyes narrowed as they fixed themselves upon the Holy Church. Down below on the steps in the snow...3

Frozen and frost bitten, the orphan limped into the warm chapel. Above, a black dragon terrorized the city of Palanthas. Buildings burned with strange green flame as people panicked, screaming and running. Wizards and warriors alike fought against the dragon. Hands from behind grabbed her and...4

When her hands were bound, she began to kick ferociously at the offender. He stifled his yells, cursing and beating the fragile captive. The roof of the cathedral was ripped off and the man froze, looking up in a terrified manner...5

Oh, by the way: I absolutely love sleeping.