10-20-2018, 03:46 PM
(10-12-2018, 07:17 PM)DM Surranó Wrote: "Surprisingly well said, especially coming from a poor excuse of goat turd," the dragon replies, apparently satisfied by the flattery. "I guess you deserve an answer. I shaped all of those stoneworks. Part decoration, part history, part present. But most of them are wards. I don't like uninvited visitors, and those who pass them are worthy of my presence... yes, this is a compliment you better feel thankful for."
"Goat turd, yes, thank you, oh terrible one," Toot grovels. "Allowing us to be in your presence is incredibly magnanimous of you, oh generous but terrifying Sovereign. The wards are a stunning masterpiece."
While Toot is groveling, he will hesitantly glance at the stonework, allowing his helm of comprehend languages and read magic, to do its work.
(10-12-2018, 07:17 PM)DM Surranó Wrote: After some pause, he continues, while lazily turning around and stalking back to the far end of his lair. His gait is graceful like a cat's, and his steps are lighter than Lugar's ... when he really means to be quiet, that is.
"I live here alone, ever since I parted with my mate and our young. That tentacled thing you saw-- it's not a flayer, more like a stalker But if you want to learn more you have to look deeper."
"Look deeper, Emerald Lord of Fright?" Toot asks. "May I ask you if you would enlighten us with your superior intellect?
