Yes, today and today only, you may read an interview done by the late journalist Mary Gonzoles on the head Dragon of DLRUDPH. Since she sadly met her demise before she could even begin to write the article, we have compiled her notes and her audio recordings into this story.

I had three daughters and one son whose glistening scales promised to become a deep scarlet much like my won. My mate was a fine dragon of brick red. She chose that night to stay and watch the kids as I went hunting. She said something to me but I forget exactly what it was. It had something to do with not boiling the eggs on he way home.

I forget how many creatures I caught and swallowed into my gullet that night. All I know is that I was quite heavy when I landed just outside the farm house. Inside two humans were playing some silly game. I was just about to move on when I noticed with it was that they were playing with.

They were playing with small plastic dice. Each die held in it the soul of one of the Dragons. They had been captured by some foolish human playing with OUR POWER. . . oh. . . er. . . excuse me I hope that wasn�t important. I promise I�ll pay for it.

When that little slip of a boy laughed at me, I must say I was truly enraged. I must have burnt down half his house. His girl screamed at the sight of me and ran as any proper human should, but he just laughed as I spat balls of flame at his scrawny form. I was surprised when they did him no harm.

Frightened? I FRIGHTENED? I am a Dragon! I do not get frightened, I get even. So I tried to squash him. Yes, it did enter a bit of doubt into my mind when that too did not work. But then, ah then I remembered the holy anthem of all Dragon Kin. "Though paths lead far and memory�s star is dimmed by words unspoken, the pride of all the Kith born clans shall never be long broken." So I growled once more and I decided.

So I grabbed hold of his shield. . . I know, the ballad says that I flamed him, we have already stated that his shield was impervious to flame. Isn�t this my story to tell? I lifted him high as I could considering that I had a gilled full of goodies for the young ones. I dropped him down a cliff and, as I had though would happened, his body shattered on the unforgiving rocks below. Then I returned to find the dice that had trapped my kin.

I destroyed them and released their spirits to wander once again across the land of plenty that all dragons go to when they die. For their sake, after dropping of the food for my hungry children and mate, I took on a new job. I began to search out anything that even remotely resembled Dragon Dice as well as kill all I found who were using them.

And that was how I founded the Dragon�s League to Regulate Use of Dragon Power by Humans or the DLRUDPH. That�s why I do these interviews so that any potential mage or magess would know the fate of Dragon Powers.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to resume my duties. What�s that? Of course I don�t eat them. Mages generally have a bitter taste from all the magic that seasons them. Much to spicy for me. I am more of a maiden fair dragon myself. I like humans more like you, nice and tender from good living.
Yes, you are right, I should stop eating the journalist, brother, but they always look so tasty.

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