Dragonis Prasinochlorio (green dragon)
| Species | dragon |
| No. Appearing | 1–2 (+1–4) |
| Behaviour | social |
| Range | jungle, taiga |
| Size | 36 ft. long |
| Weight | 6,000 lbs. |
| Intelligence | 13 to 14 |
| Armour Class | 1 |
| Hit Dice | 7 to 9 |
| Action Points | 8 |
| Max. Stride | 13 |
| THAC0 | 15 to 17 |
| Hp/Die | 2d4+d6 |
| Attack Forms | 4: fangs, tail, talons |
| Damage | fangs (4-40), tail (3-24), two talons (2–16) |
| Special Attacks | breath weapon, buffeting, raking |
Green dragons are formidable and elusive predators that are known to dwell in the deep, ancient forests of Central Europe, the Balkans and the vast wildernesses of Siberia. They are creatures of cunning and control, with scales that are the deep green of moss-covered stone. Shimmering with an unnatural sheen, these shift their hues with the light to better blend into its surroundings. Its long, sinuous body is built for stealth and precision, designed less for soaring than for short, deadly bursts of movement. A serrated ridge of spines runs down its back, tapering to a whip-like tail, used to strike with devastating force. Its head is sleek and angular, its emerald eyes alight with intelligence, its curved horns sweeping backward in a regal display. The jaws house rows of thin, dagger-like teeth, designed to puncture with surgical precision rather than crush.
A green dragon's breath is a thick, acidic mist that clings to the air, seeping into the lungs of those who breathe it and dissolving flesh, metal, and even stone. It is not a beast of brute force, nor does it seek direct confrontation. Instead, it shapes its domain through deception, coercion and fear. It listens to the voices of men and manipulates them, whispering doubts into the minds of the ambitious, feeding the paranoia of rulers and turning allies into enemies before they ever set foot in its lair.
Its dwelling is hidden within the oldest and most impenetrable groves, where twisted roots rise from the earth like the ribs of a forgotten colossus. Thick fog clings to the air, a natural shroud for the dragon's presence. Ancient ruins often mark its domain — crumbled towers where alchemists once sought its wisdom, or shattered churches where knights once prayed for protection before vanishing into the shadows of the woods. No army dares to march on its territory without first reckoning with the unseen, for a green dragon does not battle kingdoms; it destroys them from within.
To those who seek it, whether out of desperation or madness, it offers only choice: submit and serve, or perish in the silence of the forest, another nameless soul lost to the legend of the green dragon.
See Bestiary
