Meanwhile, a big thanks to Rolan7 for posting that interspecies breeding chart! That actually got use last night at my Pathfinder game.
To set the scene, the group, travelling on their airship through the Shadow Plane, was experimenting with their airship engine, which is composed of a mysterious block of umbrite. They know it has shadow powers, so the shadow bloodline sorcerer decided to cast her highest level shadow spell into the engine to see what would happen.
As a GM, I live for these moments.
The NPC airship captain screams out to brace for impact, and there's an almighty crash. The group exit to discover they've broken into someone's pocket dimension within the Shadow Plane, which contains a floating castle. Their airship is buried half inside one of the castle's towers, and the entire ship has lost power for eight hours.
With time on their hands, the adventurers decide to check out what's inside the castle. They peer inside, carefully listening as they shout echoing calls through the empty corridors, when I call for Perception checks. With a DC 30, two of them hear noise deep within the castle: the sound of clinking coins cascading across each other, and a creature emitting an enormous yawn.
Yep, they've just ram-raided a dragon's lair.
They're still arguing about whether to advance or retreat a few minutes later when a human man suddenly appears in the midst of the group. I describe him as having raven black hair that glistens like an oil slick, smooth unblemished ebony skin and unblinking eyes that are two bottomless pits of pure darkness. The ones who beat the extremely low DC to see through his disguise notice his shadow warps and twists into shapes completely at odds with his form, with claws, wings or a tail appearing momentarily. The Sorcerer makes the arcana check to identify this as an umbral dragon.
They show good sense and try the diplomatic route first, which the dragon plays along with, seemingly amused at their antics. He invites them inside his castle, insisting on showing his unexpected guests his hospitality. They go along, and one of the players who has invested strongly into ranks in baking skills cooks up a feast inside the dragon's kitchen. He even serves the dragon a dessert of trifle pudding inside the skull of the previous chef, whose bones he discovered chained to the wall inside the kitchen. The dragon is delighted, not only consuming the meal but eating the skull as well.
During the entire meal, he keeps throwing out thinly veiled threats as he asks each of the group about themselves, which actually helps immensely to give everyone an opportunity to delve into their character's backstory. The dragon even becomes an erstwhile plot device, commenting on their stories with snippets of lore and background that he recalls living through in his younger centuries. He makes it a point to ask about the group's status within society, commenting on how sad it is that nobody would miss them if they're gone for the ones that play lone wolf characters with no social ties, and genuflecting on how long it's been since he considered beginning a family when those with more blood ties give their own account.
He offers them a tour of his library after dinner in response to learning that the female aasimar cleric is a librarian by trade, and his impressive collection of books allows many of the group to make knowledge checks on stuff they really should have spent time studying before. The barbarian ends up with some rather interesting pornographic tomes as well, enchanted with illusions to give moving pictures and sound. One of the players asks for information about what species it's possible for dragons to mate with, and I grin and grab Rolan7's link, opening it up on a laptop and saying they find a natural philosophy tome containing that chart, which makes for an awesome moment when they discover the answer to their question. The look on their face is something I'll treasure for a long time to come.
After this, despite a few mentions of returning to the ship, the dragon insists they enjoy his hospitality for the evening, and they cautiously accept despite their misgivings, doing their utmost to avoid offending their host. He spends time saying how fascinating he finds the blood of the shadow sorcerer, to her immense discomfort. But the capstone to the evening is between the dragon and the young aasimar cleric, who is of course the last to leave the library and retire to her room. He gets her to admit to not having a love interest, either currently or in the past, before his final words to her for the evening: "You should know that being a virgin makes you remarkably attractive."
Can't wait for next week's session!