Re: DC1 Tales from the Laughing Dragon
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 10:46 pm
HOKAY, so... whilst musing on your quandary, my memory gears gnashed and ground, and then there was a resounding THUD and the vaguest fragment of memory (this one engraved in sandstone, it seems) fell into view.
The game, it seemed, was afoot!
As is my way when something of this sort happens, I did not go a-hunting myself (for that would have been a tedious affair indeed), but rather summoned a daemon and instructed it to search throughout my quaintly-arranged household library. The daemon disappeared in a puff (a ring, in actuality) of foul-smelling smoke, and reappeared a moment later holding his hands akimbo. I was about to send it into the similarly-quaint library in my shop, and had that not sufficed, into the massive library hidden in the deepest dungeons beneath my fortress, when I saw by the look in its beady eyes that I had failed to give it the correct instructions. My orders were to seek out the tome entitled "dragonclaw barony," and the little imp was secretly gloating that I had failed to tell it to ignore the case of the name.
I ordered it forth again with more appropriate directions, and this time it returned bearing not one, but two copies of the tome in question.
So now at my command the disagreeable thing has been dispatched to deliver a copy of the work to you. You will find what you seek herein. Enjoy!
The game, it seemed, was afoot!
As is my way when something of this sort happens, I did not go a-hunting myself (for that would have been a tedious affair indeed), but rather summoned a daemon and instructed it to search throughout my quaintly-arranged household library. The daemon disappeared in a puff (a ring, in actuality) of foul-smelling smoke, and reappeared a moment later holding his hands akimbo. I was about to send it into the similarly-quaint library in my shop, and had that not sufficed, into the massive library hidden in the deepest dungeons beneath my fortress, when I saw by the look in its beady eyes that I had failed to give it the correct instructions. My orders were to seek out the tome entitled "dragonclaw barony," and the little imp was secretly gloating that I had failed to tell it to ignore the case of the name.
I ordered it forth again with more appropriate directions, and this time it returned bearing not one, but two copies of the tome in question.
So now at my command the disagreeable thing has been dispatched to deliver a copy of the work to you. You will find what you seek herein. Enjoy!
