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Old 10-17-2009, 10:23 AM
Benjamin Benjamin is offline
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I once played a very fun Twilight 2000 campaign in which Dragons had slowly reappeared beginning in late 1997. The GM gave conflicting hints that they were awakened by the nukes, had just been hiding, had recently arrived from space and or had been created by a genetic experiment gone bad. He made their armor toughness to be about between that of an M113 and a Bradley. I don't have the stats with me but I may be able to get them.

I do remember a few times where we took out feral dragons using stingers but our weapon of choice was our old PIVAD 20mm Vulcan. We would lure them in using a cow as bait (horses worked a bit better but were too expensive to lose) and then open up on them when they were at close range. After the kill we harvested much of their body. The hide made great leather and body armor. The teeth and bones were made into tools and the various organ were processed into useful chemicals and medicine. The fire glands were especially useful in making explosives, heaters and as an additive for alcohol fuel.

The Dragons could hover and were amazingly maneuverable in the air, but usually clumsy on the ground and their wings were a bit fragile. Some of the wingless wyrms were nasty on the ground though. Most dragons were about as smart as dogs and could be trained if caught before hatching. If in the wild these ferals could be pretty nasty, but a small percentage were more curious than dangerous. About 10% of dragons were fully intelligent and would bond with a person upon hatching. These made great mounts but ate a hell of a lot. Wild intelligent dragons were more likely to be curious but if angered or more feral they were very nasty opponents.

Overall it was a great game and we ended up having five dragons in our group, one of which was a PC. We also had a recurring bad guy in the form of a feral intelligent dragon that called itself Schwarzhimmelteufel. We called him Scheissehauptteufel. He didn't care for that and he ate my horse!

I'll see if I can dig up more if you're interested.

Benjamin
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