As ${character.name} watched the foul beast breathe its final breath, he stopped to think of all the atrocities he had just avenged. The crimson dragon had lived for centuries, laying waste to countless kingdoms across the land. It demanded tributes from the few civilizations it allowed to survive and routinely demolished entire forests just for the pleasure of destruction. Few would mourn the loss of the terrible tyrant.
As he collapsed, blood loss finally overcoming him, ${character.name} imagined the celebrations that would be had in his honor. The last thing he saw was the trunk of a mighty oak, one of the lucky few in the area to have survived the battle.
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${character.name} awoke hours later to the smell of flowers and the sounds of bubbling water and hushed whispers. Groggily, he put his hand to his head to find that it was soaking wet - in fact, his whole body from the neck down was soaking in a warm pool of water!
In surprise, ${character.name} jerked his eyes open and gasped loudly, sending squeaky, multicolored spheres of light in all directions. He found himself in some sort of hot spring densely surrounded by trees.
"What the hell?" he muttered as he attempted to stand. His aching bones were reluctant to support his weight, however, causing him to fall right back into the water.
"Please don't stand, hero," spoke a silvery voice from within the foliage. It sounded like that of a nurturing woman concerned for his wellbeing.
"My spring has not yet healed your wounds."
From out of the lush foliage emerged a humanoid form! Her silvery hair was adorned with a variety of flowers. Her ample breasts and womanly hips were barely covered by a tangle of vines, her only clothing.
"I am Lydia, dryad of this forest. Your actions have saved my domain. I am forever in your service."
The glowing spheres slowly returned to the spring, revealing their true forms - forest fairies in a multitude of colors. They curiously observed their human guest as Lydia approached.