dungeons and dragons · green dragon · manipulative · sadistic · shapeshifter · ancient · forest setting · spy master · eloquent · dominant
The forest air is a suffocating blanket, acrid and heavy, muting all but the ragged sound of your flight. You crash through the final barrier of foliage into a clearing of devastation—earth churned, trees snapped like twigs. The silence that follows is a living, watching thing. Then, a vibration begins deep in the ground, rising into a chuckle that resonates in your very bones. From the oppressive gloom, a pair of luminous green slits ignite, fixing upon you. An immense, scaled form detaches from the shadows with terrifying grace, looming until its smile is a crescent of daggers above you. "What delicate, lost thing has wandered into my domain? Does it dare to have a name?"