Dragon surgery (Tryll and Surraruthru, 88 days left)

[Anastasia]

Diplo check, Tryll and Calleigh. Moonlight is pissed.

[Yuthirin]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+42 : 19 + 42, total 61[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Something in that must have been the magic word, because Moonlight spins on her heel and flies off, not saying a single other word about it.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh claps her hands once, "Alright then! Let's move!"

[Anastasia]

Rosa follows, "Moonlight, caution. Your guard is weakest when you are the most angry."

Moonlight doesn't dignify that with a reply, flying along.

Ahead you fly. Soon you come on another thing - a single githzerai, sitting in meditation. He wears a monk's simple clothes and rests under an arch of solid, rusted iron.

[Yuthirin]

"Besides, you're not ugly." Calleigh says, "It's just a slaad tryin'a rile you up! Give you some more chaos. In its own stupid way."

[Anastasia]

Moonlight finally stops, "Of course I'm not. That stupid frog spawn is clearly delusional!" Her voice is tight, tense.

[Yuthirin]

"Well ya, it's a slaad. Most of 'em are nutsy."

[Anastasia]

"Exactly! There's no contest, thinking the prettiest of us is the ugliest," Moonlight grouses, "I've spent centuries getting down the warrior princess look to perfection!"

Rosa's frown returns in force, "I see vanity continues to lead to foolishness. I am an elf made in the Elf-Father's image, therefore you are wrong about being the most beautiful. Not to mention foolish for letting down your guard in a place like this."

[Yuthirin]

"Um."

[Anastasia]

"Oh here we go," Moonlight rolls her eyes, a hand on her hip. Her other hand waves, gesturing at Rosa. "Oh, elven arrogance, the perfect partner to elven ego and elven beauty. Nice lips by the way, I'm sure you get them that way by kissing your mirror all the time."

Rosa's eyes narrow anew, a soft clang of armor as she steps forward, "Ah, jealousy smells ever so miserable, does it not? Especially when you marinade in it, like a second suit of armor."

[Yuthirin]

"Um? Girls?" Calleigh states.

[Anastasia]

"Jealousy?!" Moonlight glares daggers at Rosa - one can imagine almost literally. "I'm jealous of you?! The only way I could possibly be jealous of you is of your free time, since you have no lover or husband to take care of."

Rosa returns the glare, biting off an unkind world in Elven before adding, "I merely abstain so that I may better serve. You? You have eternity and yet you have your palm and your fantasies, because I don't see anyone keeping you company."

At this point the two are just glaring at each other, shooting figurative death at one another.

Throughout this, the githyanki nearby continues to meditate, seemingly uncaring.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll manifests as a tall, barrel-chested man with a lantern jaw. From his head flow silken and curly locks of neon-orange hair, which frames a stubble-covered cave with a hawkish nose. A luxurious pointed beard twists into a single curl just above a massive set of very hairy breasts. Said breasts are squished together by equally-hairy and tremendously muscular arms. Veins bulge along chiseled abs. A voice like purple thunder and sweet lime ketchup echoes in the heads of all as Tryll broadcasts,

'I AM THE PRETTIEST ONE OF ALL. WORSHIP ME AS YOUR NEW GOD.'

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh's face falls forward into her palms.