Re: Into the Swamp
Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2020 3:39 am
In that moment the little dragon's knees go weak and the voice of his mentor, Skrikk ebbs into his awareness, "We are the blood of the dragon, to fear is natural even for us; look to your blood in times of crisis and steel yourself. Should you face death, stare it in the eye and laugh - do not falter!"
Greyscale, laughter would be horribly inappropriate here, but I grasp your sentiment. Wikk takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, lowers his book to his chest as his lungs fill, and exhales slowly through his minute maw. Okay. Be brave. You are the blood of the dragon.
He nods up at the great beast and replies in their tongue, "I appreciate your consideration. I've only met these fine folks, allow me a moment to consult with them and see if they bear the symbol you require of us." Turning with careful and measured steps he offers a big smile up at the adventurers and informs them in the common tongue, "Worshippers of Kurtulmak such as I aren't welcome evidently. He wishes to see a symbol or he'll destroy us. You all wouldn't happen to know what symbol he means, would you?" As he asks he runs through his studies and what tales he's heard of - desperately seeking an answer if they lack it. He'll flip open his book and divine the Detect Magic spell, applying it to his eyes and turning them starkly white. As he listens for their reply he'll sweep his head left and right, searching for any particular aura of magic that seems out of place; daring even to glance back at his elder in the event he has been ensnared in some ritual enchantment. He braces himself for the enormous magical presence his elder will bear.
1d20
( I've added a roll to indicate his inward search for anything regarding the symbol. For Arcana it would be +8, Local is +4, Planes is +4 - wasn't sure which was most appropriate here. )
Greyscale, laughter would be horribly inappropriate here, but I grasp your sentiment. Wikk takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, lowers his book to his chest as his lungs fill, and exhales slowly through his minute maw. Okay. Be brave. You are the blood of the dragon.
He nods up at the great beast and replies in their tongue, "I appreciate your consideration. I've only met these fine folks, allow me a moment to consult with them and see if they bear the symbol you require of us." Turning with careful and measured steps he offers a big smile up at the adventurers and informs them in the common tongue, "Worshippers of Kurtulmak such as I aren't welcome evidently. He wishes to see a symbol or he'll destroy us. You all wouldn't happen to know what symbol he means, would you?" As he asks he runs through his studies and what tales he's heard of - desperately seeking an answer if they lack it. He'll flip open his book and divine the Detect Magic spell, applying it to his eyes and turning them starkly white. As he listens for their reply he'll sweep his head left and right, searching for any particular aura of magic that seems out of place; daring even to glance back at his elder in the event he has been ensnared in some ritual enchantment. He braces himself for the enormous magical presence his elder will bear.
1d20
( I've added a roll to indicate his inward search for anything regarding the symbol. For Arcana it would be +8, Local is +4, Planes is +4 - wasn't sure which was most appropriate here. )