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I’m sorry. I need to drop out. A combination of a promotion turning up the difficulty at work, along with home buying and kids at home has floored me. My previous game load has just proven to be untenable. It pains me to do this, but it isn’t fair to keep a spot in games wheee I’m not pulling my weight. I truly am sorry.
Iorskan’s head dropped as he listened to what sounded to be a stronger predator than he.
Iorskan nodded enthusiastically at that. He didn’t want to think about the possibility of not being paid. How was he supposed to build a hoard without gold?
”Went good? Good. Hope you eat-murder too.” Iorskan said with a yawn. Stretching his back and wings, the happy little wyrm walked alongside the group.
The group finds Iorskan sound asleep, having fallen into something often called a “food coma.” The little wyrm had been famished, and after eating so quickly had curled up and passed out.
Sorry for being quiet as of late. Completely swamped at work, but will catch up
Iorskan waited, impressed by the violence...and cowed by a potentially stronger predator. He waited to see what the rest of the group was going to do before engaging.
Iorskan waddled along, happy that the group was making progress. Now all they had to do was kill everyone onboard and it would be smooth sailing!
Iorskan happily chewed on one of the murdered men’s legs. The snapping of bone could be heard, along with growls of contentment, as the wyrm feasted. His tail swisher back and forth as he tore a chunk of meat free.
Glad to finally be allowed to begin having lunch, Iorskan leapt towards the chance to feed.
Iorskan, for his part, merely moves into range upon he can begin his feast.
Dragon! Was that his cue? He didn’t care. He considered it his cue. Iorskan was ready to charge!
Iorskan felt a twinge of panic. They were bartering but didn’t bring any goods! What did they plan to sell? It didn’t make sense. Maybe this was for an ambush...?
Quietly, and very slowly, Iorskan climbed out of the water. The guards were distracted. Now was the best time to slip past them...or if need be eat their legs.
”Two soft skins, watching both times.” Iorskan said, not wanting to get the race wrong. All soft skins looked alike. He swam as quietly as he could...
Understanding the need for stealth, Iorskan plopped into the water and began to paddle over like a dog.
If Iorskan could have shrugged he would have. So long as it wasn’t his hoard that was getting smaller. He felt a growl in his stomach, and was happy. He fought best when hungry. He really hoped the pirates picked a fight.
Iorskan saw boats, but how was he supposed to know if there were people inside? He wished that he could fly, but he knew that in time it would happen. He just needed more practice, and to grow stronger. And the best way to get stronger was to eat strong people so that he could eat their strength. The little dragon slapped his tail on the ground impatiently. If the others didn’t want a boat, then they had best swim with him.
None. Let’s do it
Iorskan nodded eagerly, excited at the line of thinking.
Iorskan sat and waited for the soft skins to make up their mind. Swimming was fine. A boat would work, but where would they find one? He didn’t want to empty his hoard in buying one, and on a boat they could get shot. Much better to just walk up under the pretense of saying hello and then eat-murder them all.
Iorskan happily followed suit. He loved it when he was allowed to eat humans. Even better when he got paid to do so.
With meat back on the menu and gold to be had, Iorskan happily swished his tale back and forth.
Iorskan went from looking disappointed to interested in record time. ”Eat-murder small human yes! Halfling or little woman eat-all. Big human, no. Maybe just legs. People come in many sizes.”
Iorskan’s head popped up at the mention of gold. It made his cold little heart beat faster. For the first time he deigned to speak in common. ”Eat Vark, yes?” The last word came out in a hiss. ”Eat Vark men? Or no eat-murder?”
Iorskan plopped down on the floor, ready to listen.
Iorskan didn’t see what the big deal was. Soft skins all looked the same anyways. That’s why they wore clothes, to tell each other apart.
Iorskan waddled along, his head held up high. He was glad that he was being given an escort. The little wyrm was always pleased when his innate majesty was appreciated.
”Here we go again.” Iorskan muttered as he got to his feet and lazily stretched. Speaking in the common tongue just didn’t feel right. It was as undignified as wearing pants. Which meant that it was something that he was willing to do, but it didn’t mean that he’d enjoy it.
Iorskan merely yawned, curling up at the feet of the group. The wyrm was about the size of a large dog, and looked thoroughly disinterested in the newcomer.
Checking in
Sorry. Here I am! Should have been more diligent in checking.
What prestige class is this? It sounds interesting.
If it is all the same I’ll go with ABP. The way I did it before was assuming that his share of the treasure was just hoarded away, never to be used or spent. It felt very Draconic. Then again that campaign only lasted until Lvl4, so it’s not like he ever got *that* much of a hoard.
17/17/16/16/12/9 Str (17) Dex (14) Con (18) Int (9) Wis (12) Cha (19) Very good rolls. Only played a taninim once before, as seen with this alias. It was a blast, and was really sad to see the campaign end when it did. I’ll rework him into this one. Race: Taninim /// Class: Taninim Exemplar. Would love to be in a party with more than one flying lizard. When playing a taninim can I use automatic bonus progression? Because a dragon with a cloak, a headband, an amulet and two rings just sounds...strange.
Thank you for running this. I had a blast! You were a great GM and I’ll keep an eye out for your recruitment threads. And I do commend you for being upfront rather than letting this linger and die.
”Very wise. Eat-burn fey shadows. Make survivors fear us and they will leave.” It seemed like a straight forward problem with a straightforward solution.
The issue here, I think, is that our goal was to meet the family of a PC. We did that, but we need a goal from there. Because the scene cuts out most PCs due to toe stepping. I’d advise for using this to Segway into a new plot point. Such as the elves requesting help with dealing with a threat to them. Such as a marauding giant and his tribe. Or if you are feeling evil, have it be a territorial dispute with Brevoy that has fallen into violence that the elves are afraid they will lose. They are planning on fleeing from Brevonian aggression...but if someone could drive away the settlers.... Basically pick a plot you want to explore and move the tracks towards there.
It was only now dawning on him on how odd his friends were. He had thought it completely normal to eat-murder everything that you don’t yell at until they became your friend. But these elves seemed to be completely different. Though he had to admit that for all their regalnsss he quite preferred the bombastic nature of his group. Especially as it seemed that he’d finally get to eat the Satyr! He still didn’t know why they insisted on bringing it along, but it seemed to make them happy so he didn’t care. But now? Now he’d get to finally eat it! Maybe. The logic of the two legged races was still foriegn to him.
Iorskan froze, completely blindsided. Here was the respect that he craved. But for some reason the words stuck in his mouth. This elf felt old. Old enough to know of the dragons he wanted to be. His own insecurities of still being so small, so young, were there. If a dragon could have blushed then he would have. With all intention of murder leaving as quickly as it had come, he said happily ”I am Iorskan, lord of the Sootscale Tribe.” It was the only honorific be had actually earned. ”It is a pleasure, Ruith. There was a misunderstanding. I have no desire to eat your people.” He said helpfully.
Low Wisdom dragon about to do what low wisdom dragons do. Talk him out of it in 3...2...1...?
Iorskan barely had time to react as the club came at him. Luckily it glanced off of him, causing no physical harm of note. Which was truly lucky, for he knew what the orc’s club could do. "Stay away from me." He growls.
A flash of anger shone in his reptilian eyes. Murderous anger. ”These elves are the worgs? I will burn them all.” He said, coldly. His body already heating up for the upcoming slaughter. He didn’t know what these elves had done to his friend, but they would pay with their lives! He looked at Awn. ”Vengeance for blood-friend.” He warned. These were Awn’s friends. But they had apparently hurt Guthruc. It was a complicated matter and he was not a complicated creature. So the best solution was to give advance warning of the upcoming elven buffet. That way everyone would be happy...?
Seeing Guthruc's distress, Iorskan circled and then landed next to the orc. He did so without fear, for the thought of the orc attacking him hadn't even crossed his mind. "Don't eat them, they don't even look that tasty." He said in hissing tones. "Besides, look how thin they are. I bet their bones will get stuck in your teeth."
Iorskan flew overhead, completely sure of his majesty. Even if this place had more majesty than he had ever seen before, he was certain that he still had more. Completely certain. No doubts. Maybe a few. Regardless, he half-hoped for the elves to attack as he still hadn’t eaten one before. They didn’t look like they would be tasty (all skin and bone) but that just might mean that there was more flavor. Especially the one by the cooking fire that was looking at him. Luckily Iorskan was older and wiser than he used to be, so he knew that the elves would likely take offense if one of them went missing. And he did want to be a good guest, so he wouldn’t make such a social faux pas.
Hi! I’m here! (In hell. Fort Polk is hell. I’m convinced that there is an elder god slumbering in the woods of Fort Polk, and the only thing that keeps it asleep is the infusion of massive amounts of human suffering. Thus the army has made JRTC. We are on the tail end, and we still had a day that went from 5am to 2am, and was nothing but dumb shit) Anyways...I’m here
Annual Training for national guard has started. Found out that will have no internet from May7th to May22nd. Advance warning given.
For the first time Iorskan spoke. ”Stag Lord? We ate him.” He motioned to his Orcish comrade, for it was a shared feast. Not that these elves deserved to hear his voice. They couldn’t even eat trappers and traders. Pathetic. But it annoyed him to still hear people being afraid of that man after he had already been devoured.
Poor Awn. We are the worst party to bring home.
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