Dragon surgery (Tryll and Surraruthru, 88 days left)

[Anastasia]

Both ladies whirl and stare, Rosa gasping and Moonlight quickly looking away.

If nothing else, they aren't arguing anymore.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll flexes, making everything better (worse?).

"Okay. You're not allowed to use that anymore. Even if it works. Can we please just...?" Calleigh looks at Moonlight and Rosa, "We're all friends here. No fighting! We have devils to fight! Tyranny! Bad juju!"

[Anastasia]

Moonlight shakes her head, looking away from Tryll. "...Let's just get going," she says, hurrying along.

Rosa also looks away, "What in...yes, let's get moving," she concurs.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh eyes the gith, "You got anything to say?"

[Anastasia]

The githzerai opens his eyes and rises like smoke wafting from a campfire. 'You are disturbing my meditation. Please be silent."

[Yuthirin]

"Well said! Let's leave!"

[Anastasia]

Make a Spot check, Tryll.

[Yuthirin]

<Serith> Reflecting_Meditant roll for Serith < 45 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

As you fly ahead, you see it. A vast array of rainbows, half finished. Slaad of every color march to them, leaping into them and transforming into pure color, joining the rainbows.

[Yuthirin]

"This looks right!" Calleigh says, flying on toward the rainbows, "Renbuu must be nearby!"

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, let's go ahead and get this over with," Moonlight agrees, face drawn in a faint grimace.

As you fly ahead, you see it. A throne of rainbows held on the backs of dozens of multicolored slaad, a great platform for the throne to rest on. Here sits a slaad taller than Hanna and with fine, refined features. His eyes are a clear blue that resembles the sky - no, they're a pale green that reminds you of a leaf semi transparent in the sunlight - no, they're a vibrant red the color of tomatoes - you look away.

The figure is dressed in finery befitting a noble prince - fancy cape, rich doublet, hose, fine boots and jewelry. He sips from a purple and green skull, the liquid within glowing with all the colors of the rainbow. He takes a long drink from it and puts it down, "Miscreants and heroes, forces of Aurora and dysphoric aboleth! You have the audacity of red to divine me so openly. Though the one that smells of the sun and fury is a fair tribute. Fair maiden, I demand a lock of your hair, for that is a red I will use in the future!"

[Yuthirin]

I'm making assumptions about Moonlight's appearance here in that I'm assuming Renbuu is referring to Moonlight, because I can't find her original description. Also it's not on her sheet. Also there are no character photos.

MEANINGFUL GLARE.

Calleigh does not look away, because colors! Also, she's done this before. She grins and waves, "Hi, Great Teacher Renbuu!"

To Moonlight, privately, Tryll sends, 'It's not a bad idea to humor him. Renbuu is as close to an ally of Aurora as a slaad lord can get. It's probable that he'll distill it down to a pigment and use it in some sort of artwork. Unlikely to truly affect you in any way, and appeasing a slaad lord doesn't get much cheaper.'

[Anastasia]

But I'm a cute and innocent DM! Don't be mean.

Moonlight doesn't show it, but to you she simply sighs. Then aloud she speaks, "Very well, you will have it." She draws a simple knife, grimaces and cut off a lock of hair. It then appears in Renbuu's hand, just like that.

> roll 1d100 slaad
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 slaad --> [ 1d100=42 ]{42}

> roll 1d20+105
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+105 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{115}[/i]

Renbuu takes the hair, a knife in hand. He begins to finely chop it up, smooshing it together as he does. He condenses the hair into a small ball, one that grows steadily larger as he chops it up. Divide and combine, each time more, more and more in place of less. Soon enough he holds a red ball the size of a human's head in one hand. Renbuu then leans in, studying the ball intensely.

[Yuthirin]

"We also brought you a cloak to apologize for being late!" Calleigh helpfully adds.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 slaad
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 slaad --> [ 1d100=24 ]{24}

8*3 is 24. Luck is on your side.

Renbuu pokes the ball a few more times, "Splendid!" he announces, the ball slowly becoming a rich red cloak, "I dub you Moonlight's Muse." He snaps his fingers, the cloak settling on Moonlight's shoulders. "Inspire her craft to greater heights!"

Moonlight startles at this, "Um...thank you." she says after an awkward moment.

"Yes. Now you have a splendid cloak of your own? I am hungry, present it to me." Renbuu says.