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The dust settles around your camp after your battle with the cave troll and strangely, your party is somehow left unburnt by the wizard's fireball. Flashes of a fiery blaze dance in your memory and triumph reins in your soul—perhaps your party is more prepared for L3 enemies than you thought.
While your bard strums a tune for your ramshackle crew gathered 'round the bonfire, you exchange back stories, drink ale, and forget that your Dungeon Master is planning to annihilate all of you. And with a rye smile full of mischief, he catches you off guard claiming there's been a landslide that blocks the exit to the cave, destroying your fire and nearly crushing your camp. As your party scrambles to see through the darkness that expunged your mirth, deep from the depths of the cave you see a pinprick of purple light that grows and doubles.
There, in the shadows, a glorious electric dragon is woken from its slumber and as you shudder in your boots, your DM asks you to roll for priority—another battle has begun.