[X] Offer to support the villagers in starting up a new gladiatorial league in the village so that they can generate income to pay your taxes and also keep you amused through gory sports entertainment.
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- UK
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Why are you so dead set on making these people fight each other? That sort of thing never ends well.
[X] Swoop down and tell them that offerings of food would be good enough, provided they also point you in the direction of people who actually have silver and gold so that you can extort them instead.
As a dragon, I am of the view that making humans fight each other to the death would be funny and amusing.
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[X] Swoop down and tell them that offerings of food would be good enough, provided they also point you in the direction of people who actually have silver and gold so that you can extort them instead.
I personally would rather take over and raise the village into a higher level of prosperity so the dragon could tax them, but I do not see how that could be feasible. Not much a fan of thievery honestly.
I personally would rather take over and raise the village into a higher level of prosperity so the dragon could tax them, but I do not see how that could be feasible. Not much a fan of thievery honestly.
[X] Swoop down and tell them that offerings of food would be good enough, provided they also point you in the direction of people who actually have silver and gold so that you can extort them instead.
VII
MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
You have heard enough. You jump down from the eave from which you were perching. Your gracefully land on all four of your feet and turn your gaze to the bewildered humans. You smirk. It's not just they're dumb, they're also blind. An opportunity smiles down upon you, and you intend on taking it.
"Gracious dragon," one of them stammers.
"At peace, human," you speak. "I have heard your plight and swooped down to bring an alternative. Considering your finances, I have decided that offerings of food shall be good enough, provided that you point me to a direction of people who actually have gold and silver to give me."
[Persuasion: Success.]
The humans look among themselves, fear coursing through their thoughts. Your teeth are bared for them to see. They whisper among themselves, trying to come to decision. You can hear the words they throw about in whisper, but you pretend that you couldn't hear them well. They are seriously considering your gracious offer, which brings you nothing but great joy.
After a second or two of whispered arguments, the humans turn back to you. The elders looked at you with apprehension, but the humans that have gone to bring your (albeit shoddy) treasure supplicate before your majesty. The humans point northeast towards a place beyond the hills. "Miles that way, gracious dragon, is the town of Kettleshtick. It is built by the banks of the river Gimels-Thewns. Merchants come there, gracious dragon, and that is where we sell our produce. If it is gold and silver you're looking for, Kettleshtick surely has a few."
"You have informed me well of this place. I expect offerings of food to me, the next time I return," you say.
You look up to the sky, and see that it has begun to darken. Innumerable points of light begin shining in the sky as the glorious sun sink below the horizon. You're a bit excited to see a bag of bullions from Kettleshtick to add to your hoard, but you think it might be rather unwise of you to be flying in the dark. You are a dragon, but even dragons have something to fear in the darkness, such as other bigger dragons.
Now, what is on your agenda?
> Fly now, darkness be damned.
> Assert dominance over the residents of the village.
> Return home and rest. Wait until sunrise.
> Hunt prey.
> Search for treasure.
> Other
"Gracious dragon," one of them stammers.
"At peace, human," you speak. "I have heard your plight and swooped down to bring an alternative. Considering your finances, I have decided that offerings of food shall be good enough, provided that you point me to a direction of people who actually have gold and silver to give me."
[Persuasion: Success.]
The humans look among themselves, fear coursing through their thoughts. Your teeth are bared for them to see. They whisper among themselves, trying to come to decision. You can hear the words they throw about in whisper, but you pretend that you couldn't hear them well. They are seriously considering your gracious offer, which brings you nothing but great joy.
After a second or two of whispered arguments, the humans turn back to you. The elders looked at you with apprehension, but the humans that have gone to bring your (albeit shoddy) treasure supplicate before your majesty. The humans point northeast towards a place beyond the hills. "Miles that way, gracious dragon, is the town of Kettleshtick. It is built by the banks of the river Gimels-Thewns. Merchants come there, gracious dragon, and that is where we sell our produce. If it is gold and silver you're looking for, Kettleshtick surely has a few."
"You have informed me well of this place. I expect offerings of food to me, the next time I return," you say.
You look up to the sky, and see that it has begun to darken. Innumerable points of light begin shining in the sky as the glorious sun sink below the horizon. You're a bit excited to see a bag of bullions from Kettleshtick to add to your hoard, but you think it might be rather unwise of you to be flying in the dark. You are a dragon, but even dragons have something to fear in the darkness, such as other bigger dragons.
Now, what is on your agenda?
> Fly now, darkness be damned.
> Assert dominance over the residents of the village.
> Return home and rest. Wait until sunrise.
> Hunt prey.
> Search for treasure.
> Other