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You know what? I'm not even going to try to argue with that. Let the Night dragon think what she will.


The flow of time fluidly shifting to fit the sovereign's will, very many years flit past in some parts of the Realms of Dream, as rebels and lieges rise and fall, and may wars come and go.
In this period of flux the leading figures of the Realms of Dream find the hidden ruler, to whom at times they answer, enforcing her will somewhat more vigorously than most have been accustomed to previously, with strange new weapons and forces deployed if they prove either tardy or contrary in answering a call.
Only the oldest whose memories reach back the longest recall an occasion when this occured before, and the apparent reason for it then, and these figures grimly commit themselves to absolute loyalty, knowing what is likely to come, and the horrible uncertainty that it was to be considered of questionable loyalty when Daelemos roamed abroad...


The young woman returned to the palace, in the heart of the Wildwood, and shedding her guards and grey robes went to meet with the other officers to hear the latest reports from the borders.
There was little doubt to her mind that something was brewing.
Servants shielded with the mark of Avraenasa were abroad, looking for the stars of the goddess. She had dealt with a nest of them before departing the Bazaar.
And the meeting with the girl had bothered her more than she had anticipated that it would.
She had seemed so naive, so trusting, and so innocent, that it had been difficult to keep in perspective the tremendous threat to some things within the Realm of Dreams (and to almost everything outside of it) that her mission posed.
Well at least the bracelet of stars around each wrist and the necklace of stars at her throat that Eiboria wore had proven their value. The Queen knew what she was doing there.
She almost always did.


Deep under the roiling mists, there is a cave, inside which one's breath shall easily turn to steam. In the middle of the cave is a chalice, full of black ice. There is an aura of great evil about it.
On either side of the chalice are two dragons; a white and a dracolich red. They glare at each other, while at the same time keeping an eye on the chalice.


"He shall awaken soon."


"Yes. We must be ready to send him back. If we give him even a few seconds to prepare, he will shift, and escape."

Shadow Lodge

Candle Lighter wrote:
"Yes. We must be ready to send him back. If we give him even a few seconds to prepare, he will shift, and escape."

He lives! Wait, he is a dracolich, um... He is still animated!


Dragonborn3 wrote:
Candle Lighter wrote:
"Yes. We must be ready to send him back. If we give him even a few seconds to prepare, he will shift, and escape."
He lives! Wait, he is a dracolich, um... He is still animated!

I never said he died. Only that he got really scared and switched sides.

Shadow Lodge

Kobold Cleaver wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Candle Lighter wrote:
"Yes. We must be ready to send him back. If we give him even a few seconds to prepare, he will shift, and escape."
He lives! Wait, he is a dracolich, um... He is still animated!
I never said he died. Only that he got really scared and switched sides.

Supposed to be a funny post...


Dragonborn3 wrote:
Kobold Cleaver wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Candle Lighter wrote:
"Yes. We must be ready to send him back. If we give him even a few seconds to prepare, he will shift, and escape."
He lives! Wait, he is a dracolich, um... He is still animated!
I never said he died. Only that he got really scared and switched sides.
Supposed to be a funny post...

SO was mine.


I am assuming the chalice is the Giggler?

The chalice steams, a thin thread of vapor escaping from its rim


Outside the misty cave several hunched dark figures begin to shuffle towards the shadow-draped cave opening


... wrote:

I am assuming the chalice is the Giggler?

The chalice steams, a thin thread of vapor escaping from its rim

Frost swears and breathes upon the chalice, re-freezing it.

"It's happening more and more often. Candle Lighter, check outside, I'm hearing voices."


Frost the Ancient wrote:
... wrote:

I am assuming the chalice is the Giggler?

The chalice steams, a thin thread of vapor escaping from its rim

Frost swears and breathes upon the chalice, re-freezing it.

"It's happening more and more often. Candle Lighter, check outside, I'm hearing voices."

Candle Lighter carefully approaches the opening.


If you could clarify, please, if this cave is in the Realms of Dream, proper, Kobold Cleaver, or an adjacent demiplane? Your dragons and the Giggler may have problems going anywhere if it is in the actual Realm of Dreams, since ND is enforcing a mystical lockdown of the borders of her Realm. (Sort of like a darklord closing the borders of their realm in Ravenloft, nobody apart from dreamers visiting in their sleep will be going in or out except through a few very heavily guarded gates which have been left open.)


Charles Evans 25 wrote:

If you could clarify, please, if this cave is in the Realms of Dream, proper, Kobold Cleaver, or an adjacent demiplane? Your dragons and the Giggler may have problems going anywhere if it is in the actual Realm of Dreams, since ND is enforcing a mystical lockdown of the borders of her Realm. (Sort of like a darklord closing the borders of their realm in Ravenloft, nobody apart from dreamers visiting in their sleep will be going in or out except through a few very heavily guarded gates which have been left open.)

It is part of the Realms. A good thing that my dragons have no plans to leave.


Candle Lighter wrote:
Candle Lighter carefully approaches the opening.

Several large dark shapes materialize out of the fog. Looking like mutated inbred giants, these are the denizens of Dream known as Gugs. Cannibalistic, lackwitted and evil, they are not usually found off their mountainous nests, but something is drawing them hither. There are a dozen of them, and they are headed for the cave mouth, their horrid faces twitching and drooling.


... wrote:
Candle Lighter wrote:
Candle Lighter carefully approaches the opening.
Several large dark shapes materialize out of the fog. Looking like mutated inbred giants, these are the denizens of Dream known as Gugs. Cannibalistic, lackwitted and evil, they are not usually found off their mountainous nests, but something is drawing them hither. There are a dozen of them, and they are headed for the cave mouth, their horrid faces twitching and drooling.

"Frost, watch the chalice. This could take awhile."

Candle Lighter lets loose a great fireball at the attackers. He takes care to ward the cavern's ice from the heat.


CL's fire hits one of the Gugs. It shreiks and lumbers away burning. The others advance, swinging large spiked hammers. The cold iron mallets strike CL painfully


Watch where you're throwin that fire boy! Ya could of burned my dang house down.


Cranky McOldGuy wrote:
Watch where you're throwin that fire boy! Ya could of burned my dang house down.

"First of all, wake up. Second, it couldn't, because I'm controlling all my flame. Which gives me an idea...Animate Breath, Greater."

Candle Lighter lets loose a gust of flame, which morphs into a fire elemental twice the size of the Gugs. It begins attacking them.
Also, the fireball was an area effect. It should have gotten more than one.


The projected image shaped like a female snow-elf in a lavender dress emblazoned with the holy symbol of the Mother of Monsters enters the audience chamber of the palace in the Wildwood. It is not an accurate representation of the female's current physical form, but even an aspect of Lamashtu needs must pay some respect to and humour the eccentricities of the Queen of the Wildwood - especially so when she precariously exists at present as a guest of one of the subjects of that queen.
You requested conversation?


Ah, Aritha. I believe that Daelemos recently visited you, and required that you cough something up for him for one of his collections. And that the reason he did not take it by force, but was relatively amiable to you about it, was because you are currently a guest here in my realm.


I had assumed that he dealt with me so because he enjoyed my company, and it suited him to deal with me so, but otherwise, yes, your majesty, that was my understanding of the situation.
For a moment, the image flickers, as Aritha's concentration wavers, distracted by other things occuring, but then it stablises again.


Daelemos knows exactly who and what I am, and respects that a good deal more than your status as an extension of your goddess' will - he would have been a good deal more abrupt with you than he was, had that not been the case.
But now I have a problem given a diplomatic faux-pas which Daelemos has committed elsewhere. Normally it would be of no concern to me, but my daughter, Eiboria, is involved and the situation is, a genuine smile touches her lips, complicated.
And that artifact so recently in your possession and a part of you was tangled up in the incident...


The image of Aritha becomes very clear and focused as the potential seriousness of the situation looming grabs her attention. A look of alarm appears on her face.
Oh....


Eiboria is an officer and captain in my armies. Whilst certain difficulties which you have contributed to may have occured during her own time, whilst she was engaged in a private struggle of her own choosing with Daelemos, I still have sufficient cause to make your life very awkward if I so choose.
I will require some convincing that your part in this was entirely accidental.


The involuntary look of calculation which briefly appears on the features of the projected form is something which, if she had her time again, Aritha would dearly love to have been able to prevent.


Don't even think about going there, Aritha, the Night Dragon warns, drawing herself up to her full elven height, her voice and eyes filled with utter contempt and disdain. I have outlived whole pantheons of gods, and dealt with treacheries of creatures far older and more versed in it than you.


What... what are you?
A terrible fascination fills her voice.


I don't think that you need to concern yourself with that anymore. What you should concern yourself with is as to when and in what ways you are going to serve me. I shall not require you to give up your faith, or your mortal lover, Prince Azran, wherever he is hiding from the Night Dragon at present, and if you are fortunate I shall not require you to give up your very existence.
Those are the only guarantees or certainties you will have from me.
Now, first off, you have been lolling around in draconic form, gorging yourself on the hospitality of those on whom you have some distant claim to kinship, for too long. You will put it off as soon as conveniently possible, and adopt a shape more suitable for any errands I may have for you to run, or other purposes...
The elven queen goes on, listing further conditions, and requirements, at some length.


Aritha hangs her head in submission, and listens.

Eventually the audience comes to an end, and she is dismissed.


The Elven Queen heads to a chamber filled with pictures of various people of current interest in places beyond the Realms of Dream, which she visits every few months at present, to remind herself of whom they are. Her gaze lingers on a centuries old portrait of Lynora-Jill for a while.
Hmm. She is grown to adulthood now. Perhaps she has sought you out already. I can understand it if she has.
Perhaps things should be a little more in synch now, between our time and yours...
And...
She trails off, her glance going to a recently arranged picture of the girl, Arielle. She wonders whether either have it in them to be a bloody-handed murderess, and to so tear the demon dragonfire free.
She had not understood, those short centuries ago, the exact nature of Lucifer's plan - why he had never put through the project himself - why every attempt by demon, dragon, or other since had failed.
Now she glimpses the flame-gifter's plan in full.
The seven dragons he made first had all tried and failed at various times. They did not understand: they were too caught up with draconic form, and trying to be eternal and unchanging, believing themselves to be perfected forms of chaos.
She sits, looking at the walls of pictures, and wondering....


Candle Lighter wrote:


Also, the fireball was an area effect. It should have gotten more than one.

OK

Two of the Gugs are wrapped in fire. Another goes toe-to -toe with the summoned fire elemental, breathing frost fog in great gulping mouthfulls on it. The other Gugs begin to breathe as they strike at Candle Lighter, their icy breath making the very air begin to frreze about the undead dragon


... wrote:
Candle Lighter wrote:


Also, the fireball was an area effect. It should have gotten more than one.

OK

Two of the Gugs are wrapped in fire. Another goes toe-to -toe with the summoned fire elemental, breathing frost fog in great gulping mouthfulls on it. The other Gugs begin to breathe as they strike at Candle Lighter, their icy breath making the very air begin to frreze about the undead dragon

The dracolich flinches.

"Damn it, stop! That hurts!"
He thrashes at them with his bony tail, at the same time muttering an incantation.
"Freeze this."
The air around him stops freezing and reverses, turning into boiling water. He makes it float for a minute, letting it build up. He speaks a quick ward. Then he releases it at the Gugs.
The Gugs will have a tough time freezing it, because the ward protects it from their breath.


Aritha fumes in a cottage, kept under constant armed guard of a pair of dryads, four satyrs, and a dozen sprites.
Outside is the glade where she used to enjoy sprawling, feeding and getting on with Lamashtu's business; now she is confined to the shape of a snow-elf, and denied most visitors.
A step on the path announces the arrival of the Elven Queen.


Ahh, Aritha. I note that your food consumption has dramatically decreased.
The Elven Queen's smile is frosty, and she has a scroll with her.
Your latest orders. I wrote them down for you, so that there could be no question of your forgetting or misinterpreting them.
She hands the scroll over to Aritha.


Aritha opens the scroll. Her mouth drops open.
But...


I am fully cognisant of exactly what deals Daelemos made with you, and I require that you put forth your full and not inconsiderable power to accomplish this.
The Elven Queen's eyes are hard, and her voice chilly.
You really have caused me quite a lot of bother. I am getting reports of what your 'children' have been upto in other parts.


Downcast, Aritha replies.
Yes your majesty. As your majesty wills it.


Good. I shall see that some extra supplies are sent for your comfort during this task.
The Elven Queen turns and goes.


Aritha turns to her guards.
First of all, I'm going to need to bathe, to ritually cleanse and prepare myself...
The satyrs in particular offer broad grins in response.
You're not going to give me any kind of privacy, are you?
She snaps, not least because she wouldn't care about this if she were in her natural draconic shape. But in this tender and thin-skinned form, she is loathe to shed what minimal protection even garments offer, least of all in company not of her choosing.
The satyrs' grins widen...


Elsewhere in the Realms of Dream, a group of [dreamer] travellers are set upon by a pack of things which are part black puddings, part shapeshifters, and part red dragons. The lucky ones wake up, in the world beyond, screaming.


A faction of the Denizens of Leng sit fuming and plotting, and preparing for war, in case information should indicate that the faux tiefling might have been in league with the legendary dragon which devestated their stronghold.
Here, the ratios of time are in their favour. For she may have but a few days left of perfidy, whilst they will have years to hire, plan, and arm for the conflict to come.


Accustomed by now to the waits of months or even years between reports back from Yames Boornd, the Eighth Runelord turns his attention to affairs in the Realms of Dream.
Several of the potentates and areas of the shifting and wondrous realms bother him, not least because collecting data of any kind on them is so incredibly difficult.
Still, it is useful to have left the problems of the worlds beyond behind now; as he had surmised, the Realms of Dream seem almost entirely free of Eldest Elemental Evil activity. Whatever fences were erected in the early days of the multiverse were put up strongest and have been most enduring here...


The Gugs mob Candle Lighter, raining blows upon the draconic lich. Although he isn't truly affected by frost, the sheer level of temperature is making it diffficult for him to move swiftly, and rime ice is forming on his hide. Several of the Gugs detach themselves from battle and enter the cave behind him while he is occupied with their brothers.

High upon the overlooking ridge a dark form looks over the battle.

Soooon.. Soooon .. The form hisses and giggles as the silver hammers of the Gugs rain blows upon Candle Lighter


Keep it down, damnit!! Some of us are trying to take a nap! G!&%@$n whippersnappers.


... wrote:

The Gugs mob Candle Lighter, raining blows upon the draconic lich. Although he isn't truly affected by frost, the sheer level of temperature is making it diffficult for him to move swiftly, and rime ice is forming on his hide. Several of the Gugs detach themselves from battle and enter the cave behind him while he is occupied with their brothers.

High upon the overlooking ridge a dark form looks over the battle.

Soooon.. Soooon .. The form hisses and giggles as the silver hammers of the Gugs rain blows upon Candle Lighter

Hang on, did the water miss?

CL quickly forms more boiling water, but this time shapes it into a wall, which he sends in front of the Gugs, clocking their path into the cave. The fire elemental continues raining blows on the Gugs. Candle Lighter does not seem to be taking any more offensive actions, doing nothing but blocking and dodging.


The Gugs attempting to enter the cave breathe their frosty breath on the boiling water wall, freezing it in place. They shatter it with their mallets and enter the cave.

EDIT: Upon review of your above post I see that you have stated it would be difficult for the Gugs to freeze the water. I will retcon

The Gugs attempt to freeze the boiling water, their breath swirling about it. It resists their attack, but they are relentless


The dark form hisses in laughter as the Gugs swarm Candle Lighter.

Now time to add a bit of fun to the fight ...

The form waves a hand and rusty chains spring forth around Candle Lighter, binding him fast

These chains are highly resistant to magic or fire, so Candle Lighter should be stuck for a bit

The cruel barbed chains sink deep into his undead flesh

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