Excuse me kind sire can I get an artist Bite please
(Can I roll persuasion)
For free (I add)
"Well, right now you're in... we don't really have a name for 'here' yet. It's a relatively new kingdom. Once, we were just discarded playthings. Then, the one who gave us our stories, our life... with their will, they made this fountain, this world, a world where we have purpose.
We were supposed to be able to travel freely to the inner rings of tis land, but nfortunately, there's a dragon that stands atop that spire, who won't let anyone pass. So if you were hoping to get to the Paper Towns... unless the dragon moves, you're not going to be able to proceed."
Sure.
@sansbot Roll 1d20
9
):< gr
"Hm, very very interesting...this dragon...sounds like it's blazing the town."
I stare off into the distance, looking for anything on the horizon. Rolling to see what details I notice.
@sansbot roll 1d20
You fail. they shake their head. "Nope. We gotta make money somehow."
the winged one
You see horizon.
gotta go for a little
Well
What would you do if I theoretically threatedened to drop a nuke on the town
I can’t actually do this obv
"The Winged One... Our glorious creator. They live at the mansion in this land's heart. They are truly benevolent in giving us this life.
There is another.... Someone who guided their hand, when they brought this fountain forth. None have seen it, but I've heard it's name in whispers...
The KNIGHT...."
The winged one is almost certainly going to be an antagonist. As for the KNIGHT...
I think about the KNIGHT, roll for getting the camera on them for a moment to gage what they're like.
@sansbot roll 1d20
Hey let's go we get a KNIGHT scene.
You see for a brief moment, a figure. They emanate darkness. They are darkness. They are standing across from a figure in a cloak with wings, the same one who taunted you at the start of your journey.
Slowly the angular shadow turns, sharp as a knife against the soft lines of the purple sky, the jagged edges of its visor almost like an eye- or a mouth. It turns to you, staring...
Right...
At...
You...
Your blood runs cold. You are frozen with fear. But when you blink, it's gone. Like it never happened.
But you can't shake off the chills.
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