The stench of acid and putrefaction hangs thick in the swamp as you approach the massive dragon. Onysablet is not like the black dragons of Krynn. From head to tail, the terrifying beast measures two hundred and forty feet long.

Her mouth curls into a smile as she senses you, opening one massive, catlike eye.

"A mortal come to pilfer from my treasure pile?" she asks with sick amusement. "Your timing couldn't be more perfect. I've just finished a new polymorph potion I've been dying to try out on someone." Her massive body moves with catlike sleekness as she stands, approaching you. "I wonder if you'll grow scales or a tail, or maybe an ear on your back."