Rolled 4, 16 = 20 (2d20)
>>5269433>>5269455>>5269658>>5269667>>5269442>>5269448>>5269450>>5269527>>5269725>>5269727>>5269571You stand tall, taking your turn to look over the desirable mates which fill out the roster. Wide, egg-bearing hips… Smooth, svelte feminine forms,… Long, smooth tails, perfect to sling under an arm or over a shoulder for leverage… And their eyes on you, their desire resting with YOU… Their dragon. A dragon conquers. A dragon TAKES. DEVOURS. RULES.
You shake your head to clear it of the untoward ambition. You are still a dragon in name only… And you already have plans in your itinerary, for which you are already late.
You offer a hand to the fallen Pit-Guard, who stares at it and then, grudgingly, accepts it.
“You were a worthy and mighty foe,” you say. It’s the truth, but you say it loudly, for the benefit of those watching. “I am going to the surface, to subjugate slaves who have dared to rise above their station. You, an enforcer of such force and skill, deserve to join me in this most noble cause. Will you do so?”
The Pit-Guard’s one eye is beginning to swell shut, but he stares lidlessly at you with the other, confused at this mercy.
“I would think you soft,” he says after a moment, “were your fists not like adamantine.”
He bows his head low again, and submits to your authority… As his new field-commander.
