DS rolls.

[12:34] <@Xale> roll 1d20+4 Sour grapes Fail on 5
[12:34] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d20: 6 = [2] + 4
[12:35] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+20x5
[12:35] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 30 = [10] + 20, 112 = [92] + 20, 112 = [92] + 20, 88 = [68] + 20, 87 = [67] + 20
[12:35] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+20x5 Enemy
[12:35] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 59 = [39] + 20, 27 = [7] + 20, 41 = [21] + 20, 80 = [60] + 20, 32 = [12] + 20







"I see..." you softly deliver to their ears, eyes focused upon their leader. "It is good that you should come to me thus, your leaders were wise to provide me with such a large offering for my first feast."

You leer menacingly at the leader, the only one protected in full by her suit, letting teeth reveal the threat which you represent.

You flare forth your light, letting it’s brilliance soak though the world at every level.

How dare this creature? This lesser thing?

You do not wait before you lunge forth, meeting threat for threat, no longer do you bother communicating with the elf before you. No... instead a devious thought comes to mind as you use your intensity as a shield against their aim, dodging a volley of what seem like arrows which don’t seem to be particularly well aimed even for the blaze of light which you’ve begun to outpour. It feels almost as if they are trying to herd you.

Foolishness.

Instead you would enact your plan, even as the bolts blaze past your body. You work your way into the patterns which you’d done before to communicate, but this time you feel not the need to speak.

Your aura of light begins to Scream!

Almost as one the elves cry out before your magnificence, your claws baring down upon them like the dazzling light of an angry god. You land upon their leader jaws gripping her outer layer of thickened flesh in an attempt to rip it open and devour the creature within.

What you didn’t expect would be the crash of pain at your ribs, as the leader attacks, her suit unsheathing long claws vibrating with an unsettling rhythm.

“Dammed lizard thing... what ever the hell you are, Im going to make sure I’m there personally to see them dissect your ass.” The elf cries out, even as the claws on her suit strike a long gash along your side.

“Long eared monkey, KNOW YOUR PLACE!” You strike, and though half her size your own compact weight is considerable, as you slam your tail against her leg in reaction, moving her claws away from your body as you slam your head against her own in follow up.

“Stupid creatures... this place. You offend me. This infested den... keep it. I shall find better accommodations. And when I return I will RAZE this place from existence.”

Your voice echoes within their communications systems, even as you attempt your next trick.

[16:20] <@Xi|Wrk> roll 1d100+15 Challenge 40
[16:20] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk rolled 1d100: 19 = [4] + 15
[16:22] <@Xi|Wrk> Dragon has failed to learn invisibility.
[16:23] <@Xi|Wrk> roll 1d100+10 Challange 35 Escape
[16:23] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk rolled 1d100: 31 = [21] + 10



Ugg… You try, but the radiance which eminates from you is hard to subdue, to redirect in so many new ways, you mind and soul grasping at the challenge of your powers as they align together, but never in the manner in which you desire. It would make it harder to leave this infested hole. The closest you can come to what you desire is to simply turn your output against itself and cut away your radiance.

It leaves you feeling weaker, but you’re sure the worms will not be able to follow you as easily as before.

Still you were undaunted even as you search for a way out of the infernal complex...

But the place is a maze, and without your radiance echoing off of all things about you, you are limited to receptive senses alone.

Annoying. Especially in the fact that you have no idea of your way around this place and




[16:28] <@Xi|Wrk> roll 1d100-5 Safe hiding place: Challenge 50
[16:28] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk rolled 1d100: 34 = [39] - 5