Rolled 18, 11, 20 = 49 (3d20)
>>5439239You know what you have to do. To accomplish you mission, to live up to the legends of old, and to rise to level of the Serpent Ascendant, you have to do this—YOU, not just as an agent of the Dark Gods, as a servant of the God of Death or any other. These figures are important, and you DO serve them, but to hold the lasting respect and fear of the elves, this can be no mere victory of faith. Nor, you decide, can it be a show of strategy—something clever and tricky, which the Drow could emulate. Your victory must be direct, complete, devastating, and uniquely personal. It must show why YOU are unchallenged master—someone and something aspirational, but unsurpassable by mere mammals.
You assume <Dragonshape>, and feel the spirit of your legendary ancestors and personal aspirations, married as two intertwined serpents, coiling up from within as your body twists, grows, and strengthens. The Drow, already tightening rank to repel the approaching invaders, now look back at you… And automatically, instinctively, recoil TOWARD the ghouls and away from YOU.
You are memory. You are myth. You are nightmare. You are DRAGON!
And lucky for these foolish little elves, you’re on their side… For now.
The dark elves part before you like two white-frosted black waves parting before a leviathan shark. You were already a head or two taller than most of them; now, you grow still larger, looming over your acquiescing allies and truly towering as if a titan against your hapless, shrunken foes. The ghouls bear witness to you and scream in terror…
[Fearsome Presence check]
