Rolled 12, 3, 3 = 18 (3d20)
>>5400077>>5400043>>5399978>>5399973>>5399956>>5399924>>5399877Your mana reserves are ample, and you are well-rested. Most importantly, you are a DRAGON. Dragons do not flee their foes, but meet them, conquer and dominate them, and take what is theirs to fill their hoards. The ex-Infiltrator called Oluwadamilare is right: this is the path of glory. You will show these elves the might of you and your Dark Gods. You utter a quiet prayer, and step forward.
“We will seek out this ‘shoggoth’,” you announce to all those assembled who can understand the elven-tongue, “and end it, once and for all.”
“Dragonborn, this is folly,” Jazkarmel warns, quietly.
“Far be it for me to agree with mammals,” the Novice notes, when you reiterate your point in the True Speech, “but is diversion really profitable or productive? Or are you simply risking all our safety, AND our mission, to further inflate your overlarge ego?”
“Are you telling me that the biochemistry of these entities is of no interest to you, oh Prodigy-Among-Fleshweavers?”
“…Fine, you have roused my interest,” she admits haughtily, crossing her arms. “Only a little. It is still a foolhardy notion.”
You decide to make the notion LESS foolhardy with the benefit of your divination magic. A bit of <Guidance> is welcome, when invading an ever-shifting territory of alien angles and subtly-wrong stonework. You crouch by the steamy smear of immolated muck which was once an aspect of the greater shoggoth, and enter the meditative state by which you may follow its path through time and space, backward and forward, to the source of this blobbish belligerent.
