FitzTheRuke
Legend
Team Caves
Shamal took the Bhaalite Idol from Chief Urbone's outstretched hand. As he turned it to put it away, he noticed the flash of a green rune that flitted across its surface and was gone. In addition, the red gem on its base glowed slightly, and he felt an uncomfortable sensation, as if his normally limber joints were stiffening with age. The kobold chief showed no sign of malice - it wasn't any trick on his part. The aches seemed to be a part of bearing the thing, but the green rune had been something else. A ward?
He hadn't had much more than a brief moment to think on it, with his group gathered nearby, congratulating him with their eyes, when the mountain shook with a deep roar that was felt more than heard. Merrick had made some illusory sounds of dragons during the performance, and this was somehow both more real and less at the same time.
The kobolds' celebration turned quickly to a panic, and the Chief reached briefly for the Idol, as if he could somehow take back his betrayal of his Dragon Master by simply taking it back. He quickly gave up the notion and shouted, "He knows! He knows! Flee! Flee for your lives!"
The crowds of kobolds began to run, scattering in all directions, some winged ones flying haphazardly toward cracks in the cavern's ceiling. Scamp began to yip excitedly as the strange structure that he'd been quietly observing began to glow and made a loud popping noise.
There was a low growl and then a boney, clawed hand reached out of the transporter's archway. Then another, then a skulled head pushed its way out. Green smoke poured from the skull's nostril holes, over many sharp teeth.
The Dracolich Dretchroyaster had arrived.
Shamal took the Bhaalite Idol from Chief Urbone's outstretched hand. As he turned it to put it away, he noticed the flash of a green rune that flitted across its surface and was gone. In addition, the red gem on its base glowed slightly, and he felt an uncomfortable sensation, as if his normally limber joints were stiffening with age. The kobold chief showed no sign of malice - it wasn't any trick on his part. The aches seemed to be a part of bearing the thing, but the green rune had been something else. A ward?
He hadn't had much more than a brief moment to think on it, with his group gathered nearby, congratulating him with their eyes, when the mountain shook with a deep roar that was felt more than heard. Merrick had made some illusory sounds of dragons during the performance, and this was somehow both more real and less at the same time.
The kobolds' celebration turned quickly to a panic, and the Chief reached briefly for the Idol, as if he could somehow take back his betrayal of his Dragon Master by simply taking it back. He quickly gave up the notion and shouted, "He knows! He knows! Flee! Flee for your lives!"
The crowds of kobolds began to run, scattering in all directions, some winged ones flying haphazardly toward cracks in the cavern's ceiling. Scamp began to yip excitedly as the strange structure that he'd been quietly observing began to glow and made a loud popping noise.
There was a low growl and then a boney, clawed hand reached out of the transporter's archway. Then another, then a skulled head pushed its way out. Green smoke poured from the skull's nostril holes, over many sharp teeth.
The Dracolich Dretchroyaster had arrived.
