Rolled 25 (1d100)
>>5307407>>5307402>>5307350>>5307186>>5307181>>5307178>>5307166>>5307451You take a moment, before you set out on the next leg of this month-long journey, to meditate. You meditate not on your ignoble origins, on your diluted bloodline, but on the flame which rages inside—in your heart, your fire-lung, your very spirit. Legs crossed, inner-eyelids closed and forming a translucent film between you and the material realm, you explore the nature of strength, legacy, and true power… On what it means to be a capital-D ‘Dragon’, at its fundament.
>Gained: +1 Firebreath>Gained: +1 Reptilian Empathy>Gained: Resistance to ALL Energy TypesSince your breakthrough a few weeks ago, you’ve been feeling more and more in-tune with that. Having a small army of subjugated and subservient kobolds at you back-and-call certainly doesn’t hurt, either, nor a hoard to put even your masters back home to shame. The real breakthrough was destroying the so-called ‘Dragonwrought’ leader of these kobold rebels, though. It occurs to you (and you feel the truth of this revelation in your heart-of-hearts) that part of the TRUE meaning of dragonhood is to understand and control all things Reptilian.
“Superior One?”
You allow your nictating membranes to slide open, and see the Cartographer before you, and the Translator and your kobolds behind him. They look to you expectantly.
“Yes, let us go,” you acknowledge, standing and adjusting your armour. You pull your new cloak around it, though you remain unclear on its purpose; the magical nature of it, and the prestige of it as a symbol of your victory, helps to keep the kobolds ensorcelled by fear and respect.
Hapo at the lead, and the Cartographer at his flank, furiously taking notes and charting your course, you enter into the craggy passages of the kobolds’ territory. Most of it is rough-hewn, functional, and so tight that a massive male like yourself must bow his head. It is irritating and, perhaps worse, suboptimal for combat.
“What threats can we expect down hear?” you demand.
Hapo shrugs, and says: “Not many. Kobolds scare off. DRAGOWROUGHT scare off, with our power.”
“Then I will have the same effect and then some, as the conqueror of such a pretender,” you say, reminding the defeated kobold of his place. He had been half of that ‘Dragonwrought’ entity, roughly, and you will not let your guide take advantage of your clemency tor rebuild his clout and authority with his race.
“Yes,” he says, “of course.”
He is seething silently behind the words. You can feel it, with your attunement to all things reptiloid. He fears you, though, too much to defy you. Good.
