>>5309852>20Almost immediately, you are assailed by a vivid vision of the future… Or the present, but at a distance? There is another thread, or a cord of threads, bound together, and their fate converges with that of you and yours! You sense a friction between the two, and inevitably clash or conflict… And, at its centre, a vision of a clutch of cracked and battered eggs—the dragon eggs! You see that they are mostly-intact, buts sense no spark of life in them; as one might expect after so long buried beneath the earth, they are dead before having been born. Still, they are of immense symbolic, cultural and potentially MYSTCIAL value.
Of greater immediate concern, though, is the other collection of souls who seems destined to collide with you over those eggs, and the other treasures of this lost kingdom. You see tight strips of cloth, bundled cloaks, and poking through these layers, spines and spines. With grim familiarity, you identify the threat which approaches: an underdark scavenger of a sort you encountered on your journey here. You know not what they are called in the dwarf-tongue which they speak, but some in your retinue took to calling the one which you once captured a ‘barbed devil’ or ‘dark creeper’. Both terms are apt: the one you discovered was capable of magically hiding its presence, was strong of arm, and was covered in an array of organic spines and spikes with which to impale its victims in a brutal bearhug. Your armour protected you last time, as well as your <Danger Sense>…
But you sense that there is more than one of the things. More than that, you sense… Something else. Chains, and the flapping of leather wings, and a chill like that of the grave traveling through your spine and forcing you to repress a shudder. A wave of revulsion and exhaustion afflicts you, and you lose the vision, opening your eyes to the world of the here and now once again. A leader… A barbed devil bandit-king, atop a winged mount, commanding some heretic magic!
