WayneLigon
Adventurer
At one time I played in a D&D campaign where dragons were rare and powerfully magical creatures. So much so that magic would just accumulate in parts of them much like mercury does in fish. It could be anywhere, from the brain to the tail. But it was there and the lucky adventurer who killed a dragon and was splashed by its blood or, say, consumed it's heart, would find himself granted a special power or a stat increase.
That one house rule created the only dungeoneering team that went miles out of their way to not only rid a region of it's dragon problem but to root through and sample every part of the dragon, looking for the part that granted said ability or stat increase. The adventurers would comb through the remains, still crackling from lightning bolts and fireballs, up to their waists and armpits in blood and gore as they systematically dismembered a creature larger than a blue whale, tasting and sampling as they went like a fat master cook who must taste every dish before it goes out the door.
Finally, someone would feel a strange sensation as they swallowed a chunk of uncooked pancreas or drank some intercranial slop and scream 'It's in the pancreas!' (or whatever organ contained said miracle), whereupon everyone else drops what they're doing and dives for the pancreas, stuffing their cheeks like hamsters.
Before we found out about said rule we avoided regions with dragons, terrible and fell beasts that they were. After our first encounter with one and accidentaly finding out about this property, we sought them out. We could have cared less about the treasure. What was a pile of mere gold against that +2 Strength or permanent Spider Climb or something like that?
That one house rule created the only dungeoneering team that went miles out of their way to not only rid a region of it's dragon problem but to root through and sample every part of the dragon, looking for the part that granted said ability or stat increase. The adventurers would comb through the remains, still crackling from lightning bolts and fireballs, up to their waists and armpits in blood and gore as they systematically dismembered a creature larger than a blue whale, tasting and sampling as they went like a fat master cook who must taste every dish before it goes out the door.
Finally, someone would feel a strange sensation as they swallowed a chunk of uncooked pancreas or drank some intercranial slop and scream 'It's in the pancreas!' (or whatever organ contained said miracle), whereupon everyone else drops what they're doing and dives for the pancreas, stuffing their cheeks like hamsters.
Before we found out about said rule we avoided regions with dragons, terrible and fell beasts that they were. After our first encounter with one and accidentaly finding out about this property, we sought them out. We could have cared less about the treasure. What was a pile of mere gold against that +2 Strength or permanent Spider Climb or something like that?
