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In reply to Wulfgar’s query regarding ancient relics or unopened doors, Chief Sslarr nods and beckons for the Northman to follow, whereupon he leads him to a very ancient looking stone portal engraved with hieroglyphics at the back of a sandstone tunnel... Sssleee grrraarr rrrxxxt! Nzzzz sssrrarrex! Draconic: We keep this old door sealed! The restless dead stir beyond!
The Dunecrawlers introduce the Desert Jackals to the rest of the tribe—some thirty adult lizard folk and another dozen young, including Chief Sslarr and Shaman Grrzz, who agree to Lord Perpireen’s proposal (after the six guards translate it into something a bit more glorious and advantageous to the Dunecrawlers than even Lord P intended)... Marrrveloussss!! croaks Chief Sslarr! Exccccccelent! hisses Shaman Grrzz! They rub their scaly claws together and wag their lizard tales in excitement!
The desert lizard kings seem to be unfamiliar with a few of the concepts integral to Lord Perpireen’s proposal, being primitive savages accustomed to raiding and slaying to get what they want... Yet, the little lord’s phrasing and charm make it all sound very beneficial to the Dunecrawlers (which, in fact, it is)... So they agree to his terms, in spite of not fully comprehending their meaning... Especially attractive to the lizard kings are the part about learning modern warfare tactics and being armed with better weapons... and the special garments! Yesssss, little one! We sssay yesss! Hissss!
According to these lizard kings, the ruins have been buried by the desert sands for millennia, and were only recently uncovered by the shifting dunes—a few days at most. These six are guards warding the main entrance to the lair of their people—the Dunecrawlers.
The apparent leader (or at least most curious) of the lizard men shuffles nearer to Lord P and tentatively reaches out a scaly claw to take the tiny cup of fire brandy... and quaffs it greedily! *GASP!* ... *Huff! Huff!* ... His scales change a fiery orange hue! In Draconic: It buuurrrrrrnnnssss!! Verrry gooood!! Hisss!! He grins a toothy grin at the Fey Lord... A parley has been successfully accomplished through the power of alcohol! The lizard Kong’s invite the Desert Jackaks into their lair of connected sandstone gazebos...
Obviously curious about this “fire brandy” the little lord offers, the lizard folk lower their clubs and shuffle closer, eyes on the bottle and tongues licking their scaly chops... In formation? We can do in formation! Form up, Dunecrawlers! Then the little one gives us the fire drink! The six form a line with clubs raised menacingly!
Turning to the hissing lizard, Wulfgar asks slowly pronouncing his words carefully and loudly. "Do you understand any other language? Arabic... Celestial... Danish... English... Greek ... Latin ... Persian ... Spanish?" The six lizard creatures hiss impatiently and raise their stone clubs in a defensive stance! GGggRRAaarRRgh!!! HIIISSS!!! SSSssrRrAAArrGh!!! Draconic: Paleskin does not dismount hoofmeat! No tribute for Dunecrawlers! Bogus!
Six bipedal reptilian creatures armed with primitive stone clubs emerge from the shadows of a nearby sandstone gazebo... In Draconic: HIIIIISSSSS!!! Halt, paleskin! This is Dunecrawler territory! You are trespassing, and riding on delicious hoofmeat! You bring us tribute of hoofmeat? |
