Rolled 13, 18, 6, 4, 18 = 59 (5d20)
>>5353663>>5353584>>5353516>>5353496>>5353483>>5353414>>5353343>>5353300“Throat-sssinger…”
You take a step forward, and the dwarf nearly takes a step back. He fidgets, but steadies himself, ready to meet his end with pride intact. It is… Admirable. Impressive, even. Yes, this one ahs potential.
“You musst ssensse that you are different from the othersss.”
Again, Karz the Throat-singer looks surprised by your approach, and once more confused.
“What? You mean because I don’t have a beard? L-low blow, coming from a lizard with hair!”
Your tail involuntarily flicks with irritation at the jibe, but you hold back a hiss of anger.
“Yess,” you admit, “I am different to mossst of my kind, alssso. We have that in common… But not ONLY that, Throat-sssinger.”
“I’m nothing like you!” the dwarf shouts, defiant.
“Magic,” you say simply, and he freezes. “That feeling in your chessst, in your throat, upon your tongue… It isss magic. You are a mage.”
“D-dwarves don’t have bardic magic,” he mutters, clearly shaken. “That’s queer elven nonsense.”
“You do,” you reiterate. “It iss nothing to be ashamed of. My own… Peculiaritiesss… They make me sstronger, in sssome waysss. And you… You are wrong. You and I are not sso different, Karz Throat-ssinger. You have been mocked, yesss? Bullied?”
Karz is quiet.
“They mock usss becausse they do not underssstand usss… Because our differenccce makess usss disstinct… And from that dissstinction, emergesss power. A lump of coal, under pressure, becomesss diamond.”
“That’s a HUGE simplification of—”
“We are forged from the sssame sstuff, Karz. Join me, and together we can rule thessse landsss. We will have ressspect. We will be fears, revered… Loved. We can MAKE them ssee uss for who we truly are.”
