Elf Cleric Female Old Long Golden Hair

She had long been adventuring in the company of her fellow elves, and had seen many things in her time. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her as she rounded the corner into the dungeon. There, before her, was a massive dragon, its golden scales gleaming in the torchlight. The creature seemed to sense her presence, and turned its head towards her. She froze in place, unsure of what to do.

The dragon opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and let out a roar that echoed through the dungeon. It began to advance towards her, and she knew she was in trouble. She scrambled to think of something, anything that could save her from this situation. And then she remembered her training as a cleric. She reached for the power within herself and called upon it to defend her.

A shimmering barrier appeared around her just as the dragon reached her. Its claws scrabbled against the barrier, unable to penetrate it. The dragon roared in frustration and pounded on the barrier with its fists, but it held firm. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the dragon gave up and flew off into the darkness of the dungeon, leaving her alone and shaken but unharmed.