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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6588960" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Meanwhile...many miles away...&quot;...won't be long now&quot; says the pock-faced man holding a torch out before him in the gathering twilight.&nbsp; &quot;You see those words?&nbsp; Know what they say?&nbsp; No, of course you don't.&nbsp; Might as well be smeared sheep dung to the likes of you.&quot;&nbsp; He looks down at the terrified little boy who is trying to avert his gaze.&nbsp; Holding the rough man's hand, the little boy has no control over what he does and doesn't do.&nbsp; He shivers involuntarily, equal parts terrible cold, equal parts primordial fear.&quot;LOOK AT IT!&quot;&nbsp; He jerks the boy forward so that his face is inches from the glistening black obelisk with the shifting runes.&nbsp; The little boy does as he's told and immediately the voices start in.&nbsp; A chorus of madness whispering to him from some insane realm.&nbsp; The boy knows what the words mean.&quot;Your pa voted me out of my home.&nbsp; Took everything from me.&quot;&nbsp; He sighs and looks down at the ground and quietly says &quot;...well now I get to take everything from him...from everyone.&quot;&nbsp; He looks up at the tower, the empty eye-socket understanding.&nbsp; &quot;It says Piscaethces, The Blood Queen, travels the currents of all realities to spread her seed.&quot;&nbsp; He snickers and looks down at the boy, forcing him to remove his sight from the obelisk and rejoin the realm of the sane.&nbsp; &quot;Well kiddo...guess who's up next?&quot;He shucks his heavy furs from his body and stands their naked in the sub-zero temperatures.&nbsp; &quot;You know the way back.&quot;&nbsp; He turns and walks backward toward the tower.&nbsp; &quot;Remember what you saw here.&nbsp; Let it haunt your dreams for the rest of your days...what few you have left.&quot;&nbsp; Liquid black arms grab the man and stretch him impossibly in every direction as his form joins with the tower.&nbsp; Then the obsidian outer walls revert to their original form, runes of an alien language swarming in all directions.The boy turns and runs on terror-fueled legs.[HR][/HR]Back at the melt-water reservoir at the edge of Averandox's glacial lair...The white dragon prowls back and fourth between the two remaining Aboleth Overseer carcasses, shredding them to pieces (Messy) with his terrible claws and jaws.&nbsp; In between rending huge chunks of meat and swallowing them down his gullet, he curses in an ancient draconic tongue and roars in angry defiance.By the time his tantrum and hunger have run their course, the king and his large entourage of guards have arrived via sled.&nbsp; By the look on his face, he is taken aback by the carnage.&nbsp; The guards are surely terrified, their polearms visibly shaking in their hands.&nbsp; Addressing the king, the impatient, enraged wyrm speaks brusquely.&nbsp; &quot;Your men will stay and watch my hoard.&nbsp; I know every coin and every bauble.&nbsp; If one is missing, I will raze your kingdom of petty merchants.&quot;&nbsp; The king and all of the guards bend the knee the moment they're addressed.&nbsp; Head still bowed, the king meekly promises &quot;...every treasure will be precisely where you left it, my lord.&quot;The dragon turns to you guys and grits his huge teeth, making a terrible noise.&nbsp; He speaks in a tone that will brook no dissent. &quot;We go to World's End Bluff.&nbsp; Now.&nbsp; I will flay the flesh of the remaining pretenders to my crown before tomorrow's sun.&quot;You guys have a few minutes of transition scene to resolve yourselves to whatever you wish.&nbsp; Then you've got a rather pumped up dragon on your hands!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6588960, member: 6696971"] Meanwhile...many miles away... "...won't be long now" says the pock-faced man holding a torch out before him in the gathering twilight. "You see those words? Know what they say? No, of course you don't. Might as well be smeared sheep dung to the likes of you." He looks down at the terrified little boy who is trying to avert his gaze. Holding the rough man's hand, the little boy has no control over what he does and doesn't do. He shivers involuntarily, equal parts terrible cold, equal parts primordial fear. "LOOK AT IT!" He jerks the boy forward so that his face is inches from the glistening black obelisk with the shifting runes. The little boy does as he's told and immediately the voices start in. A chorus of madness whispering to him from some insane realm. The boy knows what the words mean. "Your pa voted me out of my home. Took everything from me." He sighs and looks down at the ground and quietly says "...well now I get to take everything from him...from everyone." He looks up at the tower, the empty eye-socket understanding. "It says Piscaethces, [I]The Blood Queen[/I], travels the currents of all realities to spread her seed." He snickers and looks down at the boy, forcing him to remove his sight from the obelisk and rejoin the realm of the sane. "Well kiddo...guess who's up next?" He shucks his heavy furs from his body and stands their naked in the sub-zero temperatures. "You know the way back." He turns and walks backward toward the tower. "Remember what you saw here. Let it haunt your dreams for the rest of your days...what few you have left." Liquid black arms grab the man and stretch him impossibly in every direction as his form joins with the tower. Then the obsidian outer walls revert to their original form, runes of an alien language swarming in all directions. The boy turns and runs on terror-fueled legs. [HR][/HR] Back at the melt-water reservoir at the edge of Averandox's glacial lair... The white dragon prowls back and fourth between the two remaining Aboleth Overseer carcasses, shredding them to pieces (Messy) with his terrible claws and jaws. In between rending huge chunks of meat and swallowing them down his gullet, he curses in an ancient draconic tongue and roars in angry defiance. By the time his tantrum and hunger have run their course, the king and his large entourage of guards have arrived via sled. By the look on his face, he is taken aback by the carnage. The guards are surely terrified, their polearms visibly shaking in their hands. Addressing the king, the impatient, enraged wyrm speaks brusquely. "Your men will stay and watch my hoard. I know every coin and every bauble. If one is missing, I will raze your kingdom of petty merchants." The king and all of the guards bend the knee the moment they're addressed. Head still bowed, the king meekly promises "...every treasure will be precisely where you left it, my lord." The dragon turns to you guys and grits his huge teeth, making a terrible noise. He speaks in a tone that will brook no dissent. "We go to World's End Bluff. Now. I will flay the flesh of the remaining pretenders to my crown before tomorrow's sun." You guys have a few minutes of transition scene to resolve yourselves to whatever you wish. Then you've got a rather pumped up dragon on your hands! [/QUOTE]

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