[Well, crap. Here I was taking a nap and as soon as I got up I had to medicate my cat, who managed to get a grass seed stuck in her eye.]
You have got to be kidding me. Not a single person that could possibly affect the storyline is online. Don't advance it any, because there is a certain way I want it to go.
[Come on, you've really got to either give us a clue or let us have our free will and eat it too, and work around the leftovers. Nothing we can do will kill your story if you don't involve ludicrous detail in the plan to begin with so you can work around the absolutely-going-to-happen change of plans, but you're killing ours.]
The pair of unsavory characters marched out the front gates and approached the dragon commander, standing over 30 feet tall when upright and balancing his otherwise quadrapedal form with his halberd.
This must be how those Ewoks felt when facing down an AT-ST in Star Wars, Eric thought,
and here I am about as well-prepared as they are versus a similar fire-breathing giant. Roead of course was only consciously thinking about how he'd end the siege and finally get his sleep. The dragon commander addressed them by name, then asked if they were prepared to negotiate their surrender to the siege.
"Not really, no. I heard that you're here searching for some refugees, correct? As my friend had told you before, we have no recent refugees and only a handful of foreigners in general in our borders. Is there anything else we can help you with? Oh, and just between you and me;" Eric made the motion to activate his power, "
When Zanzetkuken was emperor, exactly how much information did he leave behind about our defenses?"
[This is for Zanzetkuken alone to answer, apparently.]
Deep below ground, the centipede pit had become something of a mosh pit, a psychadelic rave of bioluminescence generated by a completely blind organism. Eggs had hatched. Hundreds of softball-sized eggs, containing 8-inch-long disco bugs. The two parents had already grown to a length of eleven feet on a healthy diet of dead animals. They collectively reacted to their master's distress with panic, and he could feel a weak throbbing tension in the back of his mind, telling him that his pets were stirring.
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