After a minute, The Ultimate Warrior seems to realize his worthiness is being questioned.
"YOU DO NOT THINK THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR CAN FACE THE TRIALS OF THE ULTIMATE QUEST? THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR IS THE GREATEST OF THE WARRIORS TO HAVE UNDERTAKEN THE TRIALS OF SOUL! NO WARRIOR CAN UNDERTAKE THE SACRED COSMIC JOURNEY! THEY ARE TOO WEAK! THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR MUST UNDERTAKE THE PILGRIMAGE OF WORTHINESS! COME TO THE PLANE OF GODS AND SWIRLING! FIND THE TWISTED SQUARE! SEEK THE FIVE-POINTED TRIANGLE! NO CHAMPION WOULD DARE UNDERTAKE WHAT THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR UNDERTAKES!"
Come on, Intimidate Check!
((/me sighs, expecting Remuthra to have an obscene Intimidate check. Check ULTIMATE WARRIAH's sheet, cackle with mad glee.))
Rolls:
ULTIMATE WARRIOR Intimidate check:
1d20 (14) + 6 = 20
Dragonkin Champion's opposed modified Character Level Check:
1d20 (19) + 15 = 34
The Dragonkin turns to observe the Ultimate Warrior spewing his hate-filled litany, and waits patiently until the irascible creature pauses for breathe, and merely says, "Your mother fucked a Cow-man and your father thought you were so unworthy that he replaced part of you with an unthinking construct's parts, because he thought this would only improve upon your intellect." He turns away and walks off as the Ultimate Warrior tries to parse this.
Ultimate Warrior DC15 Intelligence check:
1d20 (15) - 2 = 13
Failure.
Moving on!
A short time later, all of you are gathered within the Dragon's parlor. It is a chamber sized for a creature of near-human size, with several furnishings of various sizes and types, all of fine craftsmanship. Fiery Heart of the Mountain is seated in a modestly sized throne, in the guise of a red-scaled Dragonborn human. He is gently clicking his claw tips against the arm of the chair, and those of you who pay attention notice that there are deep punctures there, where his claws touch the chair. In front of him is a large table, perhaps ten feet across in either direction, sized appropriately that even a small Kobold might be able to look upon the maps and charts kept upon it. Most of them are of unknown lands, but the largest is almost five feet across, printed on something that looked like the skin of a human. It shows the Dragon-Mount, and the surrounding forests and swamps. Around the periphery of the forest are four cities marked out, their names strange and foreign sounding. (To those of you who can actually read or speak Common, that is.)
As the indeterminately sized group of Kobolds gather around the table, peering intently at the charts, the Dragon speaks. "You have heard my speech to the Champions. It was mostly the truth. You can see here..." He gestures at the map with one hand, "That our Mount is surrounded by their territory. They have four cities around this forest, although they are not positioned equidistant nor symmetrically. Here to the north-east, and farthest from us by about twenty miles and twenty-seven miles, respectively, are the cities of Rullick and Boroughton. To the south is Salvale, the closest at only forty miles distant. And to the west here is Almsvale, the smallest and least populous of their cities. None of them are the Human's capital cities, nor really cities of any importance, although Salvale has a major trade route close by and Rullick has a mine that breaches a wayward vein of Mithral." He leans back, and steeples his fingers. "The Humans constantly harass us, as you well know. I do not believe they do it maliciously, but we cannot survive it for much longer. It is simply too much strain upon the fragile balance of civilization within this Mount. You lot do not get along solely out of good will for one another."
He shakes his head ruefully, "I fear that if I were not here, or if our resources were even slightly more scarce, this Mount would consume itself in in-fighting within weeks." He looks at the Kobolds before him with his piercing gaze. "You must go out and secure a peace treaty with these Humans. That, or you must so thoroughly convince them that we are not worth the trouble that they withdraw their troops from this area indefinitely. Securing a peace treaty might require placating some petty local officials, perhaps, or it might be as easy as asking. Scaring them off would be a bit more difficult. I suspect you'd have to completely destroy at least one of their cities, and I frankly do not believe you fragile few are capable of such an act. Either way, you must buy us breathing room or we will suffocate. I leave the choice of specific tactics to you."
The Dragon gazed at his chosen Champions for a moment, and a slight frown tugged at his features. "I am... Noticing some discrepancies. One of you is hardly even a kobold at all. A few of you are Children of the Heart... And the rest are merely kobolds. I mean no great disrespect, but you must know that... Your kind is not noted for being the most... Dangerous... Of those that dwell within this mountain. Those of you who are merely brave kobolds not gifted with enhanced abilities, step forward please."
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