Kicking up dirt you flee the scene, wanting no part of whatever creature resides there. Hopefully, whatever it wasn't doesn't catch your scent.
You stop to catch your breath, in the distance you hear shouting, the loud explosion of magic, flames rising above the horizon. Curiousity gets the best of you, and after a short walk you spot what looks to be a outpost under attack from a many headed serpent.
A Hydra?!
NPC guards are putting up a stubborn defence, alongside a party of fellow players. Names pop along your vision.
Tanksalot was some sort of Knight, wearing heavy armour and wielding sword and board.
Tinkerspell a female mage, presently working on weaving a high level fire spell.
Mr_Stabs a rogue, who was somewhere probably flanking the monster.
And finally, Hasselhoof a Druid who was presently fulfilling the role of healer while their giant raven was going for the eyes.
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