Rolled 16, 2, 7 = 25 (3d20)
>>5293975>>5293971>>5293903>>5293892>>5293877>>5293866>>5293857>>5293829>>5293818>>5293817“Thief! Bastard!”
They’re not the most noble titles, but your subordinates do not trouble themselves—they respond to your call, immediately turning to face you.
“Get our intellectuals and merchants to safety,” you command, shoving the Novice towards them.
She looks back at you questioningly, surprising you with her apparent concern. You shake your head, and order her withdrawal as well—there is nothing that she can do for you right now, whatever she wishes. She nods, and retreats, safeguarded by the two swift males you assigned to guide this retreat.
“Glowie,” you hiss, “go with her.”
The disguised worm-princess shakes her head, chattering a protest in her strange, alien vocalizations, before shouting “No!”
“You will reveal yourself if you fight using your abilities,” you state levelly, “and you are no use to me without silk and venom.”
Glowie stares for a moment, clearly distressed to leave you on your own, but there is no time.
“GO!” you roar.
She flinches, but then does as you demand.
The Pit-Guard, his Apprentice, and the two Degenerate males stand ready. Together, you are a formidable fighting force… In small-unit combat, against other Reptiloids or similarly-sized mammalian equiavlents. This enormous beats is something altogether different. But you cannot hesitate—cannot even take the time to assume <Improved Dragonshape>. Such an transformation takes time, at least 60 seconds, and right now a minute is the difference between life and death for the only member of your party who knows the way to the kobolds of Bloodrise, and who can reliably chart your course home.
“To me,” you growl.
The other males roar in the affirmative.
You leap forward, drawing your blade and charging…
