Turn 3
The deepest part of the Eclipse occurs very soon now...for a moment, the sane and rational world melts away in awe of it's chaotic majesty.Duratan/Tarran(Charisma: 4)
(Intelligence: 3+1=4)
Momentarily choosing to follow his brothers command, Duratan goes to find his mother, who is busy with a group of humans-they are talking in an odd language, and pointing and opening blocks of yellow...something.
"Little Duratan, it's called "Paper"-for books and scrolls, you know. I'll teach you to read when your older, but...what did you need now dearest?" Anyur says patiently.
Duratan indicates his brothers asked for food, and he is fetching it for him.
"So young, yet an understanding of the need to be charitable. I'm proud of you, little one! Take this meat to your brothers and share it with them." She says, dropping a meaty leg she was gnawing on earlier near you.
"And make sure to be polite when you give it to him. Now, shoo! Your mothers got work to do..." ((Duratan learned how to be nice to those weaker, and a litle more foolish then himself that day-or maybe not so evil to those he viewed as inferior, at least. -5 Evilness, -5 cruelty))
Duratan drags it back, and offers to his brother, who caws righteously and offers for Duratan to eat as well. Darrzun hesitantly approaches, perhaps wanting to ask if he can also join in...that's when Daornmal stomps in, and pulls it away from them toward his own nest!
Daornmal rises to his full height, staring into his brothers eyes one by one, daring them to meet his gaze. He places his two front claws on top of the meat. An obvious challenge for superiority-he intends to have first choice of the prime rib, and he's obvously not going to share until he's done.
Darrzun scurries away, afraid.
Dandrauth seems confused. Everyone was being so nice to him up till now.
What does Duratan feel?
Health: Unwounded (56/56 HP)
Gender: Male
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 60. Recent: +0.
Agility: 65. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 70. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 80. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 80. Recent: +0
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +1
Toughness: +2
Charisma: +0
Misc.
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 45. Recent: -5.
Evilness: 65. Recent: -5.
Intimidation: 75.Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Anyur : Beloved +
Father/Halos :Respected
Brother/ Darrzun : Respected
Brother/ Dandrauth : Respected +
Brother/ Daornnmal : Indifferent
Uncle/Vaer'cog : Despised
Cult of Anyur :Beloved
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Agaronix/IronyOwlAgaronix gets up with his sisters gentle nudges. She probably didn't mean to do it on purpose, he thinks, but he can't really be sure. She's trying to ask if he's hurt. Agaronix grunts a negative, then decides to move over to his other sister-Abdusk.
While he still has trouble making the word come out right, he decides to take it a little bit slower, and it seems as if Abdusk can understand him perfectly. He feels a babbling flood of excitied thoughts enter his mind, and he catches the gist of it-apparently Abdusk is sort of vain...and she likes to talk alot, but not in a mean or gossipy way. She just likes conversation...
"Oh yes! The most beautiful scales in the world, wouldn't you agree, brother? Your not so bad yourself...well, your not gold, but no ones perfect, except me...
Shiny things? Well, I don't exactly know what I would do with them. Nothing can be as beautiful as I am, so I wouldn't need them to accentuate myself. If I find any, I guess I'll just give them to you, if you like.
Sisters! I feel sorry for the blind one. Poor dear-she'll never see how beautiful she is, or how much more beautiful I am than her. A tragedy! I hope Mother can fix her poor eyes.
And the angry one-well, I get the feeling she really, really hates me. I don't know why. I tried to talk to her, but she just kept swinging that brutal little tail of hers around and growling. You don't think she would hurt me, would you? I don't think I could stand to be hurt...my scales might not shine as they should. Oh brother-tell me you won't let her hurt me? "Abdusk now seems a little worried now that you mentioned it.
Health: Minorly wounded (49/52 HP) *bruised all over*
Gender: Male
Hunger: Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 65. Recent: +0.
Agility: 35. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 55. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 65. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 95. Recent: +0.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +0
Charisma: +2
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 70. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 80. Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Acilerex : Respected
Father/ Death Stalker : Respected
Sister/ Alvrea :Player!
Sister/ Abdusk : Respected +
Sister/ Amarugx :Hated
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Draignean((Charisma Roll 5-1=4))
Draignean is a bit gruff and demanding, but Harlauth eventually accepts the foul gift...though he eats sparingly and hesitantly, he does eat. He nods to his brother. Thanking him? Or cursing his name? There's no way to tell...
Hinduarth glares from across the cave, as she licks the scraps of meat and grease from her claws and begins gnawing on a leg bone. It's clear to Draignean at least, that she intended to eat Harlauth too once he was too weak to defend himself. You've earned her enmity for denying her...but he's learned a valuable lesson, and defiance of his father, even in this small way, is a victory.
((Draigean show of mercy was the act of an older, wiser being... -5 Evilness, -5 cruelty))
After a time recollecting your thoughts and trying to rest-Draignean experiences his first nightmare, a vision of his mother in chains-Halnon returns, looking smug as ever.
"I see you've all survived? Well, that's more than I expected. Especially you Hinduarth, I see you ate well...a Daughter after my own heart...if I had one, anyway. Hah!"Draignean cannot suppress his shudders as Hinduarth actually glows proudly under this praise, creening happily.
"Second test. Learn to kill. Simple, really! I've helpfully lured a group of "Heroes" to his place. They're entering the cave even now. When they reach this spot, they'll kill you. Kill them first..."While the young Dragons cannot exactly understand his words, they do receive a series of images-tall men with shining straight points and scales over their flesh, cutting Dragons heads off and laughing cruelly. They know Halnon has sent these monsters to attack them...they feel Halnons hate for the beings-and know he wants them to hate these creatures as much as he does, and prefers they suffer before they die.
Halnon laughs again, and disappears down a side tunnel. A few moments later, Draginean sees his yellow eyes in the distance above him, from a comfortable and hidden overhead vantage point near the top of the cave. All the more to enjoy the show.
Hinduarth growls. It's clear she wants to kill them, and quickly-all the more to earn her fathers poisoned love-but she's hesitant, even a bit corwardly, waiting to see what the others Wyrmlings will do.
Harlauth merely shudders in fear and looks at Draignean plaintively.
Health: Unwounded (72/72 HP)
Gender: Male
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 85. Recent: +0
Agility: 60. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 20. Recent: +0
Toughness: 90. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 40. Recent: +0.
Traits
Dragoneater: You've dined on the flesh of your fellow Dragons...such an act will now never truly disgust you if you are forced to do it, or choose to willingly, and you'll gain extra, perhaps even magical benefit from consuming them. This is not a personality trait-you have no innate desire to do it, but this ideal will stay with you for as long as you live.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +2
Agility: +1
Intelligence: -1
Toughness: +2
Charisma: 0
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: -5
Evilness: 65. Recent: -5
Intimidation: 70.Recent: 0
Relations
Father/Halnon :Indifferent
Brother/ Harlauth : Indifferent +
Sister/ Hinduarth : Disliked
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Alvrea Markon'vie/Haika((Charisma Roll 6+2=8))
Alvrea croons sadly. She couldn't stand...couldn't stand to have hurt him...she gently nudges him. She can't exactly pray to anything yet, but she does that now, offering a wish to whatever force watches over her, hoping Agaonix will wake up. After a breathless period of waiting, he does. Then he trots off.
Alvrea is alone again...she has time to reflect. She never wants to hurt anyone again. Alvrea promises to herself to be much more careful in the future...
((Gained +5 Charisma, -10 Intimidation! Alvrea became much more polite and careful in her dealings from then on-she didn't want to accidently hurt anyone ever again. She also became a good deal less assertive, as the idea of causing fear to achieve her aims had become wrong to her.))
Idly sharpening her claws again, Alvrea wonders again where Mother is. She wishes she had someone to talk to...
Health: Unwounded (28/28 HP)
Blind, Cannot see normally
Calmed: +1 to Int and Charisma rolls for the next three rolls
Gender: Female
Hunger: Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 50. Recent: +0.
Agility: 55. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 90. Recent:+5.
Toughness: 35. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 85. Recent: +5.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +2
Toughness: -1
Charisma: +1
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 45. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 35.Recent: -10
Relations
Mother/ Acilerex : Respected
Father/ Death Stalker : Respected
Brother/ Agaronix :Player!
Sister/ Abdusk : Respected +
Sister/ Amarugx :Respected
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Urenth/Wolfchild(Strength 3-1=2)
Urenth digs hungrily and hastily...but the ground is frozen solid! She makes little headway, and eventually grows tired and bored. She doesn't want to dull her claws on rock, she wants to eat warm and living things.
Urenth wanders a little further from the cave. She can still barely see it...there's some green stuff here. Urenth knows she can eat the green, but she really doesn't want to. she could hunt some more, or maybe go back and try digging again...
That's when she looks up into the strange darklight sky, and watches as her mother bursts from the mouth of the cave and flies away into the distance-not slowing, not stopping, only sparing a single pained glance toward her tiny form.
Urenth has a feeling her mother has abandoned her, maybe for good.
Health: Unwounded (32/32 HP)
Gender: Female!
Hunger: Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 45. Recent: +0.
Agility: 65. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 65. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 40. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 70. Recent: +0.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +0
Charisma: +1
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 25. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 45.Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Vitnaa : Disliked -
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Asabragr/Ahra(Remove Axe
Int Roll= 5-1=4)
To start, Asabragr notices the claw in his shoulder. It's certainly annoying. He carefully pulls and removes it, and it doesn't hurt...he feels some resistance, and ignores his first instinct to panic and instead shifts it the left, and takes it out without harming himself further. It's shiny! He pops the axe in his mouth on instinct, swallowing it and storing in his second stomach. He's not sure how he knew how to do that, but he feels as if his treasure will be safe there until he needs to cough it back up.
^Lore Added^
"The Wizard Researchers were puzzled. How exactly had the Dragon managed to move his treasure hoard, over and over again? As far as they knew, he didn't hire baggage trains-didn't have access to dimensional magic, and didn't carry it on him in a giant sack...only after the Dragon had been killed, and gutted, did the truth finally reveal itself..."
A curious trait of Dragonkind is the existence of a "second stomach", that exists in their bodies, apart from all other organs-for all intents and purposes, it serves no obvious function much like the Human appendix. Speculation is rife, with the popular opinion being that the Second Stomach is a vestigal remnant of the ancient times when Dragons were thought to be metallivores-that is, consumers of metal, stone and gems for sustenance.
In modern times, it's essentially a "dead end" organ, that has actually found surprising use among Dragonkind-it allows them to store treasure of any kind and composition-even blades that would damage their normal stomach, and heavy metals that would poison them. The Organ itself is made of a tough, stonelike substance, and completely airless, making it a natural storage system. Mature Dragons can finally manipulate the organ-swallowing large amounts of treasure and directing toward the Second Stomach, or even seperating and sifting it-a good example is sending the knight he just ate to his belly to be digested, and his armor and valuable to the Second Stomach to be stored and later vomited back out. Amazing, isn't it?
Now...food. He can't eat axes, obviously. He heads down the mountain
(Cover your tracks!
Int Roll= 6-1=5)
Asabragr has a flash of insight. He looks behind him-where he has been stepping, he leaves a trail. He sees a print on the ground, looks at his claw, and comes to conclusion...
The Beard-Claws will be following him, and they will use his marks to follow him! He's going to have to be careful not to leave anything behind...Asabragr learned caution that day. It was a lesson well earned.
((Gained the Trait-Hard to Track! Asabragr has learned how to leave little trace of himself when travelling-either flying and touching down or entirely overland. Even when he gets larger, he'll tend to move alot more cautiously, gently pushing aside obstacles rather than blundering through everything, and this be much more safe from his pursuers.))
Asabragr feels a rumble in his real stomach. He begins lightly hopping down the mountain, pausing only to adjust his direction if there is an obstacle or telling ground ahead of him...eventually he reaches the treeline, and begins taking in new scents and sounds.
(Luck Roll=4)
Sneaking through the underbrush is easy-and his black scales have seemed to subtly shifted in hue to hide him in the shadows of the trees. Did he do that on purpose? Asabragr doesn't know...
In time, he comes upon what he was looking for-a meaty being. It's big, furry and brown, with yellow teeth and black claws, like him. It's a little bigger than Asabragr, but it also seems to be hurt. He notices that there is something on it's rear leg-some sort of metal teeth, popping out of the ground, that are closed upon it and won't let go. It can't really move until the teeth let go. Does Asabragr attack it?
Then again, he does feel a bit sorry for it. He could help it out of the teeth...but what if it is as hungry as him? It's certainly large enough to eat him!
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(Dwarf Trackers, 4-2=2)
Some distance away the Dwarves shake their heads. They lost the Dragons trail somehow! It's going to be the hammerer for the both of them if they don't catch that little runt...so, the Tall one starts going back over the area again...
Health: Minorly wounded, (68/72 HP) *bruised on left shoulder*
Trauma, -1 to all rolls until safe rest is found
Gender: Male
Hunger: Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
StatsStrength: 70. Recent: +0.
Agility: 45. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 45. Recent: +0.
Toughness: 90. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 65. Recent: +0.
Traits
Hard to Track: Pursuing foes get a -1 to try and track Asabragr
Roll BonusesStrength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +2
Charisma: +0
MiscFame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 70. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 75.Recent: 0
Relations
WealthGold: None
Artifacts:
Keen Steel Dwarven Throwing Axe (Stored in Second Stomach) *40 GP worth
Holdings: None, No Lair
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Topic: A Dragon's Life-Turn 8/Sunset, and a Dragon's fall (Read 19497 times)