Myths bore seeds of truth after all.

The pirate quickly interjected into the obliviousness that mingled amongst the breaths of this zealot’s captors.  His robes paced behind the shackled fanatic, in order to garner attention for the subsequent omen. Torus knew spectators required a visual vault for their eyes and hearts, to command the registration that quivered prophecies through the ages. Clearing his parched throat, the druid’s lips divorced to preach of an eternal sin, that plagued the realms’ ancestry.

[color=92278f]“This forgotten royalty of whom she babbles, reigned before the Dragonfall War, 'ere our races were even forged. Her brother, Bahamut, battled with his sister for six millennia. Their evil brands stretched as far as nightmares. Archdevil… Dark Lady... The Avaricious... Undying Queen... Her name is Tiamat, and with it alone inked doom upon the pages of history. Sages debated whether she actually existed as an avatar, a goddess, or a fable, personifying evil to which only a fugue could attest.”[/color]

The sphere slowly disjointed its mold, into a quintet of cephalization, depicting a pair of aviating limbs and a stinger. Each apex beheld faint, additional black, blanche, azure, and jade hues flanking the central crimson crowned mouth. A [url= http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Tiamat?file=Tiamat_p93.jpg][color=92278f]chromatic miniature[/color][/url] soon developed, hovering with its skulls darting to and fro, mimicking the mannerisms of a tangled knot of cobras, excitingly contorting and hissing, without sound, at the enthroned quarry below.

[color=92278f]“Five heads. Two wings. A wyvern’s tail. No fear. All greed. The very mother, who spawned the blue colossus that torched Greenest and its children. Bards teach us that a hellish prison now binds her influence in check. However, the suggestive existence of a hoard renders to her unfettered authority.”[/color]

Staring into the collage of colors, he angrily whispered a Draconic expression to the seated cultist’s ear.

[color=ed1c24]“Wux geou ti ultrinninan. Lae vi hofiba vucotic thric wintek, vi seian wurken’ thric drukt."[/color]

Herding many inside out the door, the elder then stomped his staff, releasing the reptilian bubble on their hostage, dowsing her attire with the icy tones of an absent rainbow.

Addressing the governor finally, the elder communicated in Common once more. [color=92278f]“The mastermind, in that purple garb, must heed to a higher reality. His ceded counsel will substantiate this madness. If our paths cross, we must yield a confession.”[/color]

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Torus is proficient in History and Nature. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2858][color=92278f]19[/color][/url] for Religion. 

Torus utilizes [i]Shape Water[/i] to create Tiamat’s form, then overlays a [url=http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Tiamat?file=Tiamat_symbol.jpg][color=92278f]crude circular rainbow[/color][/url] via [i]Minor Illusion[/i] to signify its chromatic nature. The colors do not perfectly circumscribe the watery silhouette, only serving to offer artistic flair.

Draconic Translation: You will not succeed. As a fool knows no fright, a hero shows no dread.

Once finished, he gathers Nighthill and company outside of the room, before releasing the [i]Minor Illusion[/i] and [i]Shape Water[/i], inundating the jailbird.
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