As you drift to sleep among the rubble of the Drow temple, you feel the brisk flush of wind at your cheeks. You can’t quite bring yourself to open your eyes and soon you feel the pain of sharp rocks as you are dropped to the ground.
Your head is clouded, as if in a dream, and you open your eyes and find yourself at the pinnacle of the Northern Mountain at the top of a steep cliff. You can see the countryside for miles around and the sounds of deafening winds rush all around you. A great shadow falls over you.
The sound of talons crashing to the mountainside behind you cause you to wheel around, and then you finally see what was causing the shadow to fall over you.
You see an Elder Red Wyrm, spouting fire and standing majestically over you. Before you can even collect yourself to speak, he speaks directly to you in a proud, snarling draconic dialect:
“My Child, you have fought bravely in my Name. No longer should you be ashamed of the words and actions of mere mortals, for you have fought more bravely then all of the puny tribe that bore you out.
You have chosen kinship with some very strong allies, even though they might seem strange or foreign to your eyes. Strength and wisdom can go hand in hand, as you will see in days to come. I tell you now things that you might not understand, but heed my words, for I have been gifted foresight.
It is by no chance that you party with the elves… the blood that you worship might be closer than you know. The she-elf… she does not know of it, but I myself fought back the Green One that took most of her family. If I had not, her entire line would’ve been ended, and she had not yet played her part. The small one that you carry will be more valuable than any amount of gold or gems in my horde.”
The Elder Dragon lowers his mighty head even with yours, placing his face just inches from you. You can feel the heat of His Mighty Boiler escaping from the rows of razor sharp teeth. Whispering now, he says:
“Protect your friends with your life, Lumbar, for they will carry more lives in their hands than you will ever take with yours alone. You will see great danger in the days ahead, continue to fight and be wary. Lolth sees you now, and this is why you must be careful.”
Only now, you realize that you are naked and weaponless. The Dragon rears back and slashes at you with his left wing, cutting three distinct parallel gashes in your right arm, just below the shoulder.
“Wear this wound proudly, for it is my mark. All that worship me will know you as one of my Children.”
The Dragon erupts upward, in a flurry of massive wings and fire. A deafening roar echoes, and the ground beneath your feet crumbles. You feel yourself falling, and you can see the ground rushing up to meet you.
You awake, feeling very disoriented. It is dark, and you can hear the faint breathing of your companions near you. You also feel the warm trickle of fresh blood as it runs down your right arm.
[ This was posted here because you can’t use custom friends filters in Communities. Consider this part of the campaign. ]
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