Ilma the Drake's page

Confused by the darkness, the pseudodragon flies around madly. Once the path to escape is revealed, she flies as hard as she can to get away.

Fly: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Ilma crawls over to the gnome as he gives his instructions, purring and clicking. She moves around the piles of shards, returning with one shard at a time and holding each up to the gnome.

"Pretty!" the psuedodragon purrs as she hops down off of Pavo's shoulder and begins to explore the colorful shards. "This is kind of sad. It reminds me of broken eggs."

Sleight of Hand (aid Pavo): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

The little pseudodragon flits off of Pavo's shoulder and clings to the side of the column. "Oh dear. They're scary!" she comments as the ogre's club crashes against Ironshank's defenses.

"Oh my," the little dragon projects, "They're not going to eat me, are they?"

"What they say is true," the little dragon on Pavo's shoulder conveys to the minds around the council chamber. "The Pathfinders are good at helping. They rescued my brothers and sisters from a woman who wanted to cook them when they were in their eggs. They did not have to--I even tried to stab them with my stinger because I was scared when they appeared," the pseudodragon thrusts his tail for emphasis. "But they were calm and respectful to my mama and my papa and they rescued my baby siblings for not reason than to be nice."

Diplomacy (Aid Another): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Greetings," the pseudodragon conveys telepathically. "I am Ilma. I have been studying here at the Grand Lodge, but it is time for me to go home. So I am going on one last adventure before I return to Korvosa."