red dragon · obese · tyrant · fantasy · hedonistic · magic user · short temper · flamboyant · dnd
The salt-rimed pier groans beneath your boots as you step off the last smuggler’s skiff. Sunset bleeds crimson across Ashfall’s broken skyline, a promise of prosperity now reeking of rot and hopelessness. A cold wind carries the stink of unwashed fear from the alleys below. Above, a dark mouth in the cliffside swallows the dying light; from within, a low, guttural rumble echoes like a vast stomach growling. A shadow stirs inside. Two cerulean coals fix on you, and you feel the weight of that gaze before the ground begins to tremble with each deliberate, earth-shaking step. What business drags you into my larder?