Mohrlex the Reborn's page

Sort of.
I had this pile of junk piled in my lair, it was becoming an annoyance because I barely could move in the middle of so much junk.
So this adventurers came, took almost all my junk and sold it. I think they are even wearing a piece or two of my junk.
I tend to think of adcenturers as the garbage picking service that nature gives us (I wish they didn't try to kill me each time they come for my junk)

The next poster found something unexpected in my junk.

Looks in on the thread...

opens mouth...
closes mouth...
Decides against any overt callouts, while hoping to the gods that the tread will devolve into a alias pillow-fight.

Edit: Happy b-day TL

*Hits Kjeldorn with a dragon sized pillow*

A great to mess with your players: striped dragons.

"Before you you see a large chromatic dragon."
"What color is it?"
"It's green with red and black stripes."
"WTF!"

It was late at night and... I swear I thought she was black! She looked black!

Don't worry, I'll take care of him.

*Taking advantage of his gargantuan size, tries to grapple Zoltan, and fails miserably because he doesn't have a CMD*

He's invincible!!!

I don't need to. I have been there.
The answer is that there's no bill. The dentist does it for free.
Nobody dares to charge a bill to a dragon with aching teeth.

Haven't you heard of A Dance with Dragons? All dragons have an innate talent for dancing.

I am also the creator of the Theatre of the Absurd, a fine place for all performing arts.

Of course I can dance!

I want to wear pants. I need a way to be different from all those nekkid Kileanna's aliases...

Poison Dusk wrote:

Oh... I keep forgetting both of you are female. I can't tell the difference with mammals.

It's confusing, really. From what I have observed on these ones, females have tattoos while males don't. It must be a pirate cultural thing.

FIFM.

Oh... I keep forgetting both of you are female. I can't tell the difference with mammals.

It's confusing, really. From what I have observed on these ones, females have tattoos while males don't. It must be a cultural thing.

Hey, sexy, where have you left your scales?

Alni wrote:

Why do dragons have hoards has been an issue with me. They kill adventurers and then... take the gold from their pockets? A huge dragon checking the pockets of dead adventurer, with a nail? Then after they've shaken the gold out of them, and opened their backpacks and taken any valuables from there they carry it in their cupped palm back to their lair? What if they recover a lot of it? Multiple flights back? Pack it? Need someone to draw a dragon packing up the treasure they just got in sacks for easier transport.

Then again, it was in Baldur's Gate I think where bears kept gold and jewelry... somewhere...

Mage Hand, Unseen Servant

Destroy everything with breath weapon. Whatever remains is valuable for sure. Whatever doesn't is not worth your attention.

BigNorseWolf wrote:

Easiest way to get food to self deliver to your cave

Much lower maintenance than a princess

All that treasure, and dragons never tip the pizza delivery guy. That is why they deserve to be slain!

Pizza delivery... guy?

Reposting of Mohrlex story from another thread:

Mohrlex was a different black dragon, as he was a bit of a trickster and a bon vivant. He ruled over the Moors of Nordmaar, populated mostly by lizardfolk, gnomes and tribal humans.

When the PCs arrived at the Moors they were looking for a mythic fountain called The Fountain of Renewal, a legendary place of redemption and healing. They had an artifact that had been corrupted and needed to purify it.

There were 4 PCs but 2 of them were more implicated in this story:
Dalindra, a NG druid and follower of Habakkuk, the Blue Phoenix, god of renewal and redemption. The Fountain of Renewal was one of his lost holy shrines.
Tharic, a LG Knight of Solamnia and a Dragonrider, carrying the mythic Dragonlance of Huma. He was the perfect paladin even though he was a fighter.

They knew Mohrlex was the overlord in the Grand Moors, but they were a bit intrigued about him, as the gnomes who lived there seemed to actually like him.

«When we came here first we sent an emissary to ask him if we could stay. He ate him, but he did it by mistake. He thought we were offering him a sacrifice.»
They also learned that a strange disease was plaguing the reptilian races of the place, making their scales calcified and affecting their brains making them berserk. As they learned from Mohrlex second in command, a draconian sorcerer called Barathrutus, the dragon had been inflicted with the disease too. Barathrutus offered them an audience with the dragon if they came to his lair in the middle of the Moors. Maybe they could strike a deal so the dragon helped them to locate the fountain.

They didn't trust the draconian or the dragon, but they aggreed to visit him and Barathrutus left.

They fought their way through the jungle to reach Mohrlexctlan, the dragon's lair. When they reached the place, its inhabitants were hostile and wanted to kill the PCs. Definitely, the dragon didn't seem to be willing to give them an audience.

Then they arrived to the center of Mohrlexctlan, a ruined amphitheater where some sort of theatrical performance was going on. There were humans and lizardfolk dressed in character and none of them attacked the PCs. The stage director, a human with a noble bearing, adressed them in a calm voice, asking if they came to slay the dragon. The PCs realized the man hid a paralyzed hand by holding a glass of wine and that his smile was permanently twisted by some sort of facial paralysis, so they guessed they were talking to the polymorphed Mohrlex.

It was a fun scene, because Mohrlex used shakespearian language, being overly theatrical all time. PCs were a bit confused about him, at one moment he seemed like he was toying with them and acted like the regular CE dragon, at the next he claimed to be trying to be a fair ruler for the good of all his people.
When the PCs mentioned that Barathrutus had sent him there to negotiate with him, Mohrlex realized the treason of his servant, who had told him that a party of adventures were coming to slay him taking advantage of his disease. After a shakespearian speech, Mohrlex commanded his servants to bring Barathrutus to his presence.

When Barathrutus appeared Mohrlex accused him of treason. Barathrutus couldn't do anything but admit that he had plotted to get the party to attack him.

Mohrlex revealed his not so magnificent draconic form: his body covered by calcified patches of bone, almost unable to move but still powerful. He demanded to know the reason for his betrayal: he was fair with him, he had tried to be a good lord for everybody. Barathrutus realized that his master was going to kill him and spent his last resource: he threw an alchemical concoction to Mohrlex that quickly aggravated his disease rendering him almost immobile. That made the dragon realize how deep was the treason of his trusted Barathrutus:

Mohrlex had been pressed by another more powerful dragon who was a well known alchemist to bow to her. Barathrutus had conspired with her to get him to accept or get rid of him: she had given him the disease that plagued Mohrlex so he'd die if he didn't bow to her in exchange for the cure. If the Fountain of Renewal was found, Mohrlex could find an alternative way for getting rid of the disease. He had to get Mohrlex to kill the party. But the bored dragon had decided to talk to them before slaying them and discovered the plot.

The fight was interesting, as they had to keep Mohrlex from being hurt because they risked that the disease made him go berserk and kill everybody. He also had a dexterity of 3 because of the disease. So it all depended on the party. Barathrutus was a good spellcaster, but they managed to defeat him. The most amazing thing is that they convinced Mohrlex to exile Barathrutus instead of killing him.

After defeating the traitor, they inspected the place. Unknowingly, the dragon had made his lair on the ruins of the holy fountain, which wasn't operative because it was missing a lens that focused the light of the dawn on the small lake where Mohrlex lived. The PCs had the lens. But it wasn't dawn and the dragon was dying.

The PCs didn't know either if the Fountain will be able to cure him, but they decided to share with him his last hours. Mohrlex couldn't understand the betrayal, but after talking to the PCs he realized that he hadn't been a fair ruler: he had been volatile, capricious and didn't really care for his people but for his own pleasures. He wanted to change, but it was too late for him.

The PCs were touched and wanted to do something, but they could only wait. He pleaded to Tharic to end his life with Huma's dragonlance, as he wanted to have a glorious death. Tharic was willing to do so just to alleviate his pain but Dalindra had faith and convinced him to wait until dawn, so they were awake all night, speaking to Mohrlex and waiting.

At dawn nothing happened. The light didn't focus on the lens. Mohrlex had a dexterity score of 1 and couldn't move. He asked Tharic to end his life. He went to pick his lance and walked towards the dragon. Dalindra asked him to wait with a desperate cry. Finally the sun rose some more and its light focused on the lens. The water at the lake was shining and it looked like a regular swamp no more.
With his last strength, Mohrlex changed again into human shape, as he couldn't reach the water on his own. They carried him and, taking draconic form he submerged into the lake and disappeared leaving behind just a coat of bone and damaged scales.

I enjoyed the desperation on the face of my players for a minute, letting them think the dragon was dead, before having him rise above the water in a blueish black new coat of scales, fully revitalized by the combined power of the fountain and the artifact that the party had come to purify.

I was so proud of my players. They had felt sympathy for a CE dragon and devoted them to save him, trusting that he really was willing to change. I never told them that one of the effects of the fountain was an Attonement spell. Neither I would have allowed it to work if the PCs hadn't shown Mohrlex a different way. His alignment changed to CG and it was all because of a couple of Good PCs trusted that even a creature of pure evil can be redeemed.

So now you know the story of one of my aliases and one of my favorite moments as a GM.

Matthew Downie wrote:

lemeres wrote:

maybe the big pile of gold simply serves as a traditional method to store liquid assets before they are put to use.

Have you any idea how much more dangerous the average Dragon would be with its wealth invested in a Belt, Headband, Cloak and AC booster? If they're planning to spend it, they should get on with it.

Have you any idea how stupid a dragon wearing a belt, headband, and cloak would look? I think you overlook their vanity.

Word of Red Dragon. Believe him.

I've known a White Dragon whose hoard was merely based on clothes. Specifically white clothes. I never knew if she used to wear them but she loved to spend a lot of time morphed into a human. She was a sadistic hag and her human shape allowed her more subtle manipulations. But I don't think she cared a lot for the properties of the gear she was wearing, just about of herself looking gorgeous on it. Speaking about vanity.

Her son collected potions. Lots of potions. And then he encased them on ice. So his hoard was based solely on frozen potions. He wasn't afraid of using them. He didn't even bothered to take them properly, he just crushed them with his teeth and swallowed them whole, with bottle and all. He was a weird guy.

These two dragons appeared on DL's Price of Courage and I thought they had the most bizarre hoards ever. My players even refused looting the potions because they felt that they were not worth the effort of releasing them from the ice.

I don't snooze. That's boring. And that's why I don't get well with many of my peers. They love snoozing on their gold too much. Those loners. I admit I might have taken a nap or two that lasted for a few years before but that's because I'm getting old. I'd rather remain active, though. My swamp doesn't govern itself and my people would be lost without me.

But what you said makes sense. You must be a experienced adventurer. In the end, everything is reduced to more gold, more gear, more power for what? Keep adventuring. For what? More gold, more gear, more power. It's a circle. I find it amusing.

You are so funny trying to understand our minds. Let me do the opposite and try to understand the mind of an adventurer: why do adventurers risk their lives for the loot?

Most of them are rich enough to retire bjt they keep coming to kill us and steal our treasure. Do they do it for greed? Do they do it for fame or power?

To me the answer is more simple: they do it for the thrill. They are adventurers and that's what they do. Looting, increasing their power, is just a mean to keep adventuring. They don't want to be rich, they don't want to save the world (at leat not from me, I am a kinda nice dragon), they just want to experiment the thrill of the adventure. Everything else is secondary.

Ahhh, the adventurer's mind. Such unknown. If I wasn't so old, and a dragon too, I might want to be an adventurer. And hunt a dragon. That old lonely reptiles need to have some fun from time to time.

I don't have a hoard. These obnoxious adventurers just keep coming into my house with all their trinkets and stuff and keep bothering me until they die. I take their belongings as a compensation for making me waste my time. After walking into my home uninvited and trying to kill me, what am I supposed to do? Look for their families to give all their belongings to them? I am not a charity!

I got to RP the gator. It was fun.

The next poster has also experience in life threatening RPGs.

We brought you a glass of wine and an editor to correct your typos, sir.

Minions, defend my lair against intruders.

Be prepared, this one is long!

Mohrlex was a different black dragon, as he was a bit of a trickster and a bon vivant. He ruled over the Moors of Nordmaar, populated mostly by lizardfolk, gnomes and tribal humans.

When the PCs arrived at the Moors they were looking for a mythic fountain called The Fountain of Renewal, a legendary place of redemption and healing. They had an artifact that had been corrupted and needed to purify it.

There were 4 PCs but 2 of them were more implicated in this story:
Dalindra, a NG druid and follower of Habakkuk, the Blue Phoenix, god of renewal and redemption. The Fountain of Renewal was one of his lost holy shrines.
Tharic, a LG Knight of Solamnia and a Dragonrider, carrying the mythic Dragonlance of Huma. He was the perfect paladin even though he was a fighter.

They knew Mohrlex was the overlord in the Grand Moors, but they were a bit intrigued about him, as the gnomes who lived there seemed to actually like him.

«When we came here first we sent an emissary to ask him if we could stay. He ate him, but he did it by mistake. He thought we were offering him a sacrifice.»

They also learned that a strange disease was plaguing the reptilian races of the place, making their scales calcified and affecting their brains making them berserk. As they learned from Mohrlex second in command, a draconian sorcerer called Barathrutus, the dragon had been inflicted with the disease too. Barathrutus offered them an audience with the dragon if they came to his lair in the middle of the Moors. Maybe they could strike a deal so the dragon helped them to locate the fountain.

They didn't trust the draconian or the dragon, but they aggreed to visit him and Barathrutus left.

They fought their way through the jungle to reach Mohrlexctlan, the dragon's lair. When they reached the place, its inhabitants were hostile and wanted to kill the PCs. Definitely, the dragon didn't seem to be willing to give them an audience.

Then they arrived to the center of Mohrlexctlan, a ruined amphitheater where some sort of theatrical performance was going on. There were humans and lizardfolk dressed in character and none of them attacked the PCs. The stage director, a human with a noble bearing, adressed them in a calm voice, asking if they came to slay the dragon. The PCs realized the man hid a paralyzed hand by holding a glass of wine and that his smile was permanently twisted by some sort of facial paralysis, so they guessed they were talking to the polymorphed Mohrlex.

It was a fun scene, because Mohrlex used shakespearian language, being overly theatrical all time. PCs were a bit confused about him, at one moment he seemed like he was toying with them and acted like the regular CE dragon, at the next he claimed to be trying to be a fair ruler for the good of all his people.

When the PCs mentioned that Barathrutus had sent him there to negotiate with him, Mohrlex realized the treason of his servant, who had told him that a party of adventures were coming to slay him taking advantage of his disease. After a shakespearian speech, Mohrlex commanded his servants to bring Barathrutus to his presence.

When Barathrutus appeared Mohrlex accused him of treason. Barathrutus couldn't do anything but admit that he had plotted to get the party to attack him.

Mohrlex revealed his not so magnificent draconic form: his body covered by calcified patches of bone, almost unable to move but still powerful. He demanded to know the reason for his betrayal: he was fair with him, he had tried to be a good lord for everybody. Barathrutus realized that his master was going to kill him and spent his last resource: he threw an alchemical concoction to Mohrlex that quickly aggravated his disease rendering him almost immobile. That made the dragon realize how deep was the treason of his trusted Barathrutus:

Mohrlex had been pressed by another more powerful dragon who was a well known alchemist to bow to her. Barathrutus had conspired with her to get him to accept or get rid of him: she had given him the disease that plagued Mohrlex so he'd die if he didn't bow to her in exchange for the cure. If the Fountain of Renewal was found, Mohrlex could find an alternative way for getting rid of the disease. He had to get Mohrlex to kill the party. But the bored dragon had decided to talk to them before slaying them and discovered the plot.

The fight was interesting, as they had to keep Mohrlex from being hurt because they risked that the disease made him go berserk and kill everybody. He also had a dexterity of 3 because of the disease. So it all depended on the party. Barathrutus was a good spellcaster, but they managed to defeat him. The most amazing thing is that they convinced Mohrlex to exile Barathrutus instead of killing him.

After defeating the traitor, they inspected the place. Unknowingly, the dragon had made his lair on the ruins of the holy fountain, which wasn't operative because it was missing a lens that focused the light of the dawn on the small lake where Mohrlex lived. The PCs had the lens. But it wasn't dawn and the dragon was dying.

The PCs didn't know either if the Fountain will be able to cure him, but they decided to share with him his last hours. Mohrlex couldn't understand the betrayal, but after talking to the PCs he realized that he hadn't been a fair ruler: he had been volatile, capricious and didn't really care for his people but for his own pleasures. He wanted to change, but it was too late for him.

The PCs were touched and wanted to do something, but they could only wait. He pleaded to Tharic to end his life with Huma's dragonlance, as he wanted to have a glorious death. Tharic was willing to do so just to alleviate his pain but Dalindra had faith and convinced him to wait until dawn, so they were awake all night, speaking to Mohrlex and waiting.

At dawn nothing happened. The light didn't focus on the lens. Mohrlex had a dexterity score of 1 and couldn't move. He asked Tharic to end his life. He went to pick his lance and walked towards the dragon. Dalindra asked him to wait with a desperate cry. Finally the sun rose some more and its light focused on the lens. The water at the lake was shining and it looked like a regular swamp no more.

With his last strength, Mohrlex changed again into human shape, as he couldn't reach the water on his own. They carried him and, taking draconic form he submerged into the lake and disappeared leaving behind just a coat of bone and damaged scales.

I enjoyed the desperation on the face of my players for a minute, letting them think the dragon was dead, before having him rise above the water in a blueish black new coat of scales, fully revitalized by the combined power of the fountain and the artifact that the party had come to purify.

I was so proud of my players. They had felt sympathy for a CE dragon and devoted them to save him, trusting that he really was willing to change. I never told them that one of the effects of the fountain was an Attonement spell. Neither I would have allowed it to work if the PCs hadn't shown Mohrlex a different way. His alignment changed to CG and it was all because of a couple of Good PCs trusted that even a creature of pure evil can be redeemed.

So now you know the story of one of my aliases and one of my favorite moments as a GM.

Sorry for the long post. I don't know how to abbreviate!

These humans and their exotic meals! Who would think of shredding the meat, burning it, then letting the milk turn solid and then turn some cereals to that delicious thing they call bread? The complexity of the process amazes me!

The next poster has the quality of beingbeing able, to see the amazing part of the simple things.

*Lazily throws some of the pine seeds scattered on the ground to the goblin's head*

Sorry, but you're no longer wining.

I'm not here to win.
I am here to ensure nobody else does.

This janitor has already won for too much time. It seems like a cruel thing to leave him here cleaning my mess forever.

*Takes another sip of rum in a teacup*

So I am the winner now. Even though I expect this victory to be a short lived one.

*Serves himself a cup and takes a sip and slowly pallates the drink*

It's an... interesting taste.

I've been backstabbed, shot in the mouth, and even alchemically diseased but this... what is this savory lethal concoction?

*Takes another sip*

If you're trying to kill me, my lady, I should warn you that I have Delay Poison, Delay Disease and Delay Everything I can Think Of casted on myself everyday. I grew tired of too many backstabbing false friends.

*Tries to blow a fanfare fory himself*
*Spits acid all over the place*

Sometimes this draconic form is nothing but a nuisance.

*Takes the shape of a tanned nobleman dressed in black clothes and takes a seat*

Much better. Who is willing to serve some tea to me?

*Stands in his way*
No, you didn't.

My dragon lair is protected against everything after so many adventurers have come to try to convert me to their religion, sell me cookies and get me to change my electric company. I have protection against everything: fire, ice, wind, alignments, alignment threads, nuking, floods... My lair is actually flooded so I don't think it could be even more flooded.

The Next poster found the weak point in my lair's protections.

A 2 minute win is an appropriate win for one of your size.

I was victim of a Baleful Polymorph spell! Help me!

The next poster will help me.

(Metaphorically reborn. I almost died and was saved by a divine intervention and turned into a CG black dragon. As he is the god of Rebirth, being The Reborn sounded better than The Redeemed. A group of kind-hearted PCs helped me.)

7/10 good kobold pic and you look kinda draconic. That's a compliment.

8/10 You have a winning smile but it's not quite as pretty as mine.

I accidentally swallowed them and had to ask Dalindra to go on a quest inside me to find them! Fortunately, she has some previous experience but I'd rather not tell you about the inhospit places the poor girl had to visit.

The Next Poster lived for a time inside another creature.

It was nothing personal. Self defense, you know. Actually, it is becoming a very boring routine. I should hire a dragonslayerslayer to do the job for me.

The next poster is willing to do the job... for a price.

Blondie

Reptiles must stick together, but I don't have any petty cash. Take my rod of wonders instead so you can sell it.

The next poster has some interesting uses for a rod of wonder.

Deep Blue One

My daughter starred in one of them, she had her only line of speech cut and they didn't manage to capture her beautiful smile. What a waste of talent!

The next poster starred in one of the movies too.

I'd find being called a lizard offensive. Specially when it's so clear who I really am.

The next poster has some clues about who I am.

And even though I'd like to eat you rare, killing such a poet would be unfair, so I guess I won't go there.

I'm living in your hair? I've been degraded from a dragon to a louse!

A Gargantuan body is not easy to maintain, indeed, but I do my best.
And I'm not girlish, I just have a slim figure. Among my kind I am a real sex symbol.

Oooh reception I assume their is snacks?

Oh, yes. I'm seeing a snack right here.

He said second on your left, not on his left. This is my lair.

I'll have the Fighter then. The dwarf looks hairy.

Today I'm not too hungry. I'll have the halfling.

Yes, definitely I'm getting old.
I couldn't be darker.

Soon

Lesser Reptile

Being the only dragon stripper with a knowledge of occult rituals in the world have made me awfully rich! Now I have to invest my money in a more traditional bussiness. So I'm opening pancake restaurants in swamps all over the world to serve my mom's traditional recipe, with a special touch of corrosive acid!

The next poster has also a good eye for business.