Chilling Adventures in the North

" 'S right, an' we gotta get a signature, please," Arogna says, holding out a bit of paper at arm's length, but she doesn't walk past the dragon skull. "Your home's near here?" she says curiously to it.

Shad nods at Arogna's question. "How near was your home? How wonderful a house a being as mighty as yourself must have had!"

Qinfaren looks at the skull with a big smile on his face.

"You're a real dragon?" Qinfaren asks. "I've always wanted to meet one of your kind."

He looks over at Raggamel.

"And you don't want to Kal to stay here?" Qinfaren asks.

He looks at the others.

"We should bring him, er her with us." Qinfaren says.

Muharg ignores all his companions’ curiosity and friendlyness towards the skull, grabs his axe and shield, and stands face to face with it. “Give me one reason why I should not rid the world of your presence right now.” Says with an icy cold voice.

"It was," Kal says in response to Arogna. "But has it really been thousands of years?"

"Hmm? Yeah, Maccath will certainly want to see this for herself. If you don't want to take her with you, I guess she can stay here until the next deliverers arrive."

The skull soars back up into the air towering over Muharg, as a result of his threat, before tilting slightly in the air.

"Is it just me you dislike or is all bodiless skull?" Kal seems rather amused by the threat. "More powerful adventurers tried to kill me, but now I am just bound to my skull. What hope do you think you have?"

“Hope? All the hope you tore away from everyone you terrorized in life. What do I dislike? I dislike the ones like you, who use their power to tyrannise the weaker ones. I dislike the the very essence that holds your remains in an unnatural unlife.”

Muharg tries to slash the skull with his axe as it moves away from him.

”Qinfaren, how can you tolerate the existance of such an unnatural being. Shad, what does the Cat Lord think about undead?”

Attack (if allowed) 20; for 14 damage.

(OOC: Not sure what’s wrong with the roll (maybe it’s a bug on my end, but when I first posted it I saw 18 to hit and 7 damag)

Qinfaren turns his head sharply to Muharg, and then he looks back at the skull and wrinkles his nose a bit and takes a step back.

"You're saying this Kal is actually the skull? This is a real undead dragon?" Qinfaren asks cautiously. "I thought it was all a clever trick, that maybe someone had put a spell on a skull to make it talk."

He looks back at the skull.

"Are you sure it's undead?"

“Oh, my sight and hearing might be fooled, but this is as much an undead creature as I am a dwarf.”

"Hmm," Qinfaren mutters as he looks back at the skull. "If that's so, I'm going to have to agree with you. Everything alive does eventually die and that's the way of the world around us and what makes room for the young sapling to grow after a forest fire and the small fry to find enough to eat in the stream. The undead destroy that balance."

With a sigh he taps his staff on the ground.

"This should not be allowed to exist."

Bjorn frowns, "Dragons of any kind. Alive or undead would not be welcome here. The elders tell stories of the havoc and destruction such creatures wrought whenever they have appeared. Perhaps it would do us good to ensure it is brough far away from here and returned to Maccath if possible so she can deal with it. If we just destroy it, who knows if someone else will come along to piece it back together."

"The Cat Lord is wary of the undead, yes," Shad says. "Here then," he says. He casts Bless on the party.

Muharg swings his axe at the skull. He manages to strike it with the edge of his axe as it attempts to swerve out the way. However, the axe barely leaves a scratch on the white gold skull.

"How dare you strike at me!"

"It would appear that this is the skull of a former living dragon. Perhaps its soul is bound to the skull."

Arogna shivers. "I think this is gonna take a lot of doin', Muharg. Ghosts don't go away till you fix what's botherin' them."

Look," she says to Kaledarnethira. "Sounds to me like you wasn't expectin' to find yourself in this state like. D'you wanna be a un-dead, or is it somethin' someone done to you? D'you wanna be proper dead like? Go where dragons oughta go?"

Qinfaren, seeing Muharg's axe fail to do much at all to the skull, he relaxes his grip on his staff.

"Can we just put it back in the box?" Qinfaren asks.

Muharg clenches his jaw and lets a a long exhale out through his nose in frustration. He then looks at Raggamel “Can we?” he asks with the same coldness in his voice.

"No, I did not do this to myself. However, I don't know what it is that desire now."

"You can try putting her in the box, but I don't know if it will lock now. Nor do I think she will let you do that with ease."

Qinfaren looks over at Muharg.

"If we can't destroy it or lock it up," Qinfaren says. "It may be best if we take her with us. We'll be able to make sure she causes no trouble that way."

Then with a shrug and a smile he tries to grab hold of the skull and stick it back in the box.

Shad will try to help Qinfaren, not only by having cast Bless but by reaching for the skull himself.

"Well I guess there they can't do much harm as it is just a skull?" Bjorn would wonder out loud.

"And what if I don't want to go with you?"