When the world goes boom (Calleigh)

[Merc]

"We have Fire, Water and Earth elementals too. But they're elsewher...aaaaand you're more interested in Baleruk anyway. And we can see if he's interested in entertaining visitors, I guess," Ithea says as she uses magic to help her up to the entrance. "Follow me then."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh flits after, trailing mist!

[Anastasia]

The trip into Baleruk's lair is without incident. On there, you find the prismatic dragon crouched over a paint canvas, one studded with gemstone fragments of all colors. He uses a single claw to paint, dipping it into barrels of paint. His back is to the party when you enter, but immediately he looks back. "I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME! The sea tyrants are jeaLOUS OF MY POWERS AND HAVE COME TO TAKE IT!" Baleruk leaps up and does a 180, draconic body mind-bogglingly graceful as he lands facing the party. His tail thrashes, sending gold coins spraying behind him.

[Merc]

"Hey Baleruk. Meet Calleigh. And Tryll. They wanted to appreciate your art and your hoard. They seemed nice, so I figured, why not?"

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh gasps deeply, hands clasped before her and eyes shining in wonder. "Wooooooow YOU'RE SO PRETTY! And you're a great big dragon! I thought they might mean that you were a faerie dragon because they have lots of colors too but clearly you're not you're a big colorful dragon! Also Hanna was supposed to tell everyone he's not an aboleth. AND YOU CAN PAINT oh this is so neat! Hi!"

[Anastasia]

Calleigh doesn't even get looked at. Baleruk is intent on Tryll's true form, his voice jabbing into his mind. 'I DEMAND YOU IDENTIFY YOURSELF, FAKE ABOLETH! I WILL NOT TOLERATE A MOCKERY OF A MERELY FAKE ABOLETH TRYING TO TAKE MY POWERS! YOU WILL IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND IMMEDIATELY GO BECOME A REAL ABOLETH!"

[Yuthirin]

Tryll responds back, though much more politely. 'I say. Greetings to you, Baleruk. I am Tryll. As Calleigh said, I am indeed not an aboleth, nor do I aspire to something so loathsome. I'm afraid that I don't wish to become one. There are more worthy goals. Such as art.'

[Anastasia]

Baleruk stares at all of them, "The three of you will design art here, right now!" He steps aside from the canvas, "You will show me your art!"

[Merc]

"Wait, me too?" Ithea asks, gesturing at herself.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh looks tremendously excited.

[Anastasia]

Baleruk turns his gaze onto Ithea and utters a single word that shakes the coins beneath him and rattles the ground, "YES!"

[Merc]

Ithea sighs and moves towards the canvas. "Okay, do you have any paintbrushes? I'm not using my claws to paint. And before you suggest it, I'm not using my tail either."

[Yuthirin]

"You need a paintbrush?"

[Merc]

"Yes."

[Yuthirin]

With a soft plop, there is now an unremarkable paintbrush resting on Ithea's head, right between her ears.

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