Dragon surgery (Tryll and Surraruthru, 88 days left)

[Yuthirin]

rolling K:P wtf r those[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+49 : 10 + 49, total 59[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The Colored Arches are a semi-stable part of Limbo that Renbuu created long ago. They're all forms of things forged into arches and painted however Renbuu wishes. He generally views these as one of his successes and sometimes visits them. This isn't common, but perhaps it is common now.

'Indeed!' Renbuu's voice is heard in Tryll's mind, 'Forsooth, for ten score and eleven meals later, you dare divine me! Come and account for yourself!'

[Yuthirin]

That sounds like an invitation! "Let's go, then" Calleigh says.

We'll catch a Gate to that area of Limbo.

[Anastasia]

Color. A riot of colors, arches all around. Arches of stone, metal, plants, bricks, gold, wheat, fried fish and countless other things. They stand amid a quiet lull in Limbo, floating in midair seemingly for the sake of it. There's a considerable amount of noise coming from the north, though you can't quite see far enough to see what it is. Even with clearness, the visibility in Limbo is not great.

[Yuthirin]

Noise is good! Let's go check that out!

[Anastasia]

As you get closer, you see it. Blue slaad after blue slaad kneels, more on their shoulders, froming a pyramid of hundreds of them. Each one has their mouth wide open, from which various sounds come out. One sounds like a blacksmith pounding a hammer, while the one next to him is birds chirping. It's an avalanche of sounds, all being lead by a death slaad in fancy noble's finery, waving a conductor's baton.

[Yuthirin]

"Wow! This is really impressive!" Calleigh remarks.

[Anastasia]

Moonlight comes to a rather abrupt stop, staring. "Why are they...?"

Rosa frowns, hand on the grip of her longsword. "I feel the question with slaads is to ask why not, rather than why. Madness lies trying to understand them otherwise."

"Well yes, it is impressive, but why or why not?" Moonlight says, "Is this some art of Renbuu's?"

The slaad either don't notice you or are uncaring of your presence.

[Yuthirin]

"It's really pretty!" Calleigh claps her hands, "Just great! Definitely Renbuu's influence! He must be around here somewhere! Let's look around! Also, not interrupt the professionals."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 slaad reaction higher the worse
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 31 > [d100=31]

As you say that, the conductor death slaad turns to you and clears his throat, "Chapter 498. When the courre and her strange companions approached me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Nothing good happens around women, and women were plentiful here. The courre was a classic eladrin beauty, all wild grace and elven features, like a bit of the forest put inside of a body. The elf, though? Damn. Mr. Elf Daddy must have been on a roll that day, because she is gorgeous. I would love to squeeze entire melodies out on her bosom, while her inkpot would forever wet my quill with her ink. There was also a human there, but she was ugly and boring."

Moonlight flushes deeply and growls - literally, like an animal, "The hell was that? I'm ugly?!"

Rosa's eyes narrow, "Did you just imply..."

"I was probably lucky that the human couldn't get two words out coherently, because it sounded like nagging bullshit. The elf said sweet nothings to me and acted shocked, like her people weren't one step behind dragons in knowing how it is done. Just my luck I'd run into one of the ones who pretends that she isn't hungry, because her hair reminds me of meat. Good beef not yet cooked, the way it should look after it's lightly grilled. She's like a cut of properly cooked beef, a thin layer of elven beauty around a soft, tasty elven core."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh raises her tiny fist and shakes a finger at the slaad, "None of that, conductor! Just cause you're a death slaad doesn't mean there won't be tentacles if you're not nice! Also, if you could skip to the chapter where you tell us where to find master Renbuu, that'd be great!"

[Anastasia]

"Then the courre got into it. Courre, they're like blueberries that talk back. It's been too long since I've had blueberries, but nevermind that." The death slaad holds his hand out, a handful of blueberries appearing. He pops them into his mouth and keeps chewing, as his left arm has simply had enough. It falls off at the shoulder, hitting the ground. A new arm regrows as the old one grows into another death slaad in moments, then picks up where the other left off.

"So there I was, dealing with that courre. They wanted Renbuu, of course. They all do. It's all about color, always is. These ladies may look noble, but they want Renbuu's color. The courre's no mystery there, she has chaos in her blood. The elf and the annoying human are probably flunkies along with the road, her ugly bruiser and her beautiful charmer. Not sure where the tentacles fit into it. So I told them Renbuu was ahead and working on performance art."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh slings a gold coin into the air at the slaad's clone. "Thanks!"

[Anastasia]

"You go." Moonlight says, voice cold. "I will not be a part of your delusions to insult like a tavern whore!"

Moonlight draws her mace, "Rot in the darkest, dampest hole of Hell you can find, slaad. I challenge you. Both of you."

Rosa frowns at this, "Moonlight, be care-" she begins.

> roll 1d100
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 80 > [d100=80]

The twin slaad stare at Moonlight, before exchanging mutual shrugs and going back to conducting the orchestra of slaad.

[Yuthirin]

"Um? Girls? They're slaads. Slaads. Let it go?" Calleigh placates.

'Everything they do is an attempt to cause more chaos. You're playing into what they want.' Tryll sends to Rosa and Moonlight.