Am I still less likely to win? :-D

*throws a dice*

In again. Thanks so much for doing this, Xyem!

The paladin heaved himself up to the rock shelf with a pained grunt. As he pulled himself upright, his gauntlet, previously crushed under a fallen rock, pinched his hand painfully. Snarling in frustration, he ripped the bent metal sheet off its leather backing, throwing it down the cliff he'd just finished climbing.

He grabbed the trailing edge of his tabard, wiping sweat and grime from his face with the tattered cloth. The garment, once bearing the cup and cross of his order in gold embroidery, was soiled and torn. His encounter with the dragon's goblin minions had nearly cost him his life, when three of the creatures had grabbed the fabric and almost pulled him off his feet.

His sword was long lost. A gift from his pastor, the enameled blade was empowered with holy benedictions and ancient runes of power. Now, the sword was stuck in the ribs of a dire wolf. He hadn't been able to pull it free before the goblins had come screaming down the hillside, forcing him to practice the better part of valor.

None of that mattered, though. The paladin still had his dagger, the ceremonial knife the old witch had given him with promises of heroism and endless riches. He drew the knife and regarded the curved blade critically. It still bore an edge, and though it could have used a bit of time with a whetstone, it was still sharp enough for his purposes.

Specifically, it was still sharp enough to penetrate a dragon's eye. Even if the attempt was now a suicide mission.

With a determined snarl, the paladin slammed the knife back in its sheath, and started his climb downward into the dragon's den.

<Tag> I'm In!

I once swallowed an entire lima bean.

Sign me up, please.

Tossing my name in the hat.

Count me in !

Giraffes make great high jumpers.

Coming back in!

I'm in!

I will win someday, right?

<insert hopeful music here>