Rolled 7, 13, 17, 12, 3, 3 = 55 (6d20)
>>5518838Your eyes widen at the sight of this ghastly army. You look through their translucent forms with new, horrible understanding of what Hapo the Necromancer is planning. He isn’t seeking the Red Dragon King’s long-lost body—lost to the ages, picked clean by scavengers, probably gone forever. No, this scale is for the summoning of his SPIRIT!
It shouldn’t be possible, as you understand it. The Red Dragon King’s immortal soul surely dwells in the halls of the Dark Gods’, as one of their greatest champions. Perhaps it was a privilege denied to Davora the Herbalist, but to one of their first sons? Never! What sort of terrible magic could pull him back from so long an absence, from so sacred a space? The secret must lie in the scale… In the female holding it. What power does this dragon-daughter hold? Is that even her true identity?
It doesn’t matter. Not really. You can sort out this mystery later-for now, you only need to know what Hapo is planning, and that it must be stopped.
“Junior!” you roar. “Seize the scale!”
The Junior Novice responds quickly, squinting his eyes and stretching his arms out. His claws grasp and squeeze t empty air—a crude somatic component to focus his will. He isn’t the only one who hears you, though—so, too, does the Necromancer. He looks up from his ritual, shocked at your presence. He must have been deep in a trance, not to have heard you enter the chamber… But he is awake now, and he grins a hateful grin.
“False King! Liar King! You are late, LONG-late!”
The scale begins to move of its own accord, catching the Necromancer’s attention. He squeals in fury and leaps for it, and shouts to his spectres:
“Destroy that ugly-stupid awful dog-faced THING!”
You unleash a torrent of flame in an impulsive outburst—maybe your dragonfire can burn away a spirit? You have no reason to believe so… But no actual concrete knowledge of how to harm a ghost AT ALL, so it is worth a go!
>Have the Junior Novice yank the scale from the fossil's hands with his mental powers[2d20, DC 15]
>Unleash your fire-breath upon the hordes of shades, perhaps it will melt their ephemeral flesh[4d20, DC 20]
[Cont.]
