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2 posts. Alias of Klokk.


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Ssisal looks from Usul and vary strangly at the marshal and even stranger at the weird metal thing that usal says is as person inside then he looks at his the stick he hardened in the fire upon arriving.

1d20 ⇒ 1 Ssisal stabs the spear at Bastion, shattering the spear intentionally against the breastplate of the Full plate armor that the General is wearing.

Ssisal than squats down on his haunches picking up the spear in both claws he holds it up.

In draconic"Chief, Marshal if I.. ..to be of use.. ..other that than to die. want.. defend hay-vain.. .What must this one do.. to earn metal?


I reach under my tattered hide armor and hand something small to Usul, it flashes briefly in the sunlight as Usul cups his hands around it."HE said to give this to you when you asked for my tail.. I don't know why. BUT it wont happen again Ser!Ssisal salutes Usul and holds it until it is returned, be it a minute or day, he knows he deserves worse, what the heck have we gotten ourselves into.

Spoiler:

Ssisal hands you a scale about 3"x2" it is a copper dragonscale.