>>5335339The leader of these devils slavers visibly, and wipes some drool from his slack-jawed maw as you elaborate upon your description of the dwarven flesh you absolutely, for sure, TOTALLY want more than precious gem or mineral rights.
“Nnnn, no, I think the opposite,” he says. “Meat for us! MOST of meat! You lizards are already fat enough.”
You hide a rattle of amusement behind a clearing of your throat, and shake your head. “We WANT that meat, Bugbear. It is OURS.”
He growls, and pushes his chest against yours, bravado resurgent with his gluttonous hunger for the flesh of fallen foes. You do not flinch, and when he sees you will not be cowed—and seems to understand that only through an alliance is this bacchanal feast even a POSSIBILITY—he relents.
>12It is a difficult and lengthy negotiation, for the Boss of the Bogbarri still very much desires a share of the treasure as well… But you are able to haggle him down. Conveniently, his nomad raiders seem to have little understanding of, or interest in, territorial claims. The bugbears are content to let your Reptilians and the Drow split the lands above and below between one another, seeking only freedom to hunt and roam, and a third of all loot from raids… As well as two-thirds of all the dead or captured dwarves from those same raids.
They aren’t PERFECT terms, as you see them, but in time a deal is struck.
“Who do I make a deal with?” the Boss asks you then. “Who and what are you, to your lizards?”
How do you answer?
>A Dragonborn, merely a servant of the Master Race and the Seprent Priesthood>The Dragonborn Champion, The Chosen of the Dark Gods>The Copper Dragon of Bloodrise, the new lord of this realm come to reclaim your ancestors' holdings>Write-in 