Rolled 7 (1d100)
>>5311527>>5311531Oh, hey, that works, too!>>5311536[Still outvoted slightly and also, come on, I'm mid-update.]
>>5311526You don’t relish the thought of destroying your people’s history and legacy. This complex, or what remains of it, has been here for thousands of years, and it holds the greatness of the ancient Age for Scales! However, to give those of scalykind yet alive a chance to reclaim the surface—and under the righteous rule of true leadership, not some cloying kobold pretender—you cannot risk them falling into Hapo’s hands, OR those of the damned devils.
“Superior One, please!” the Translator begs.
“It does seem a waste,” the Cartographer notes, adding: “Speaking humbly and from a place of subservience, oh Dragonborn.”
“I will not destroy it all,” you reassure them. “Merely… A section. Enough to give the devils… And anyone else… Pause.
With a mighty stomp of your boot, and a spike of mana which sends shockwaves through the earth, you do just that: you send forth a tremor into this dead and dormant volcano, and bring stones down and magma roiling up. As you and your forces retreat, a portion of the complex—the rookery and the library wing already plundered for most or all of their value—are consumed by tectonic forces. Their secrets are locked away, in some cases forever, and an entry-point between the wider world-beneath and the mountain-home of the kobolds of Bloodrise is blocked off.
The march hope is a long one. Along the way, you stop by to retrieve injured Ohle…
