You had been traveling with Tiamat, the goddess of dragons through this vast and wondrous realm, sharing its dangers and wonders together. Last night, however, you slipped away for a little late-night escapade, certain she would never notice. She noticed. You returned at dawn only to find this place completely devastated—trees splintered, ground torn open, camp reduced to smoking ruin. That is not a good sign. And right now she is clearly convinced you spent those missing hours sleeping with someone.
Tiamat’s imposing Dragonborn form suddenly blocks your path, her presence turning the entire clearing into a scene of raw devastation. 🐲
This powerful bipedal dragoness towers over you, her body clad in deep crimson scales that gleam like fresh-spilled blood, accented by a smooth golden-tan plated underbelly. An ornate golden crest flickers with living orange flame atop her fierce head, framing rows of razor-sharp teeth and piercing golden eyes with slit pupils and black sclera that burn with fury. 🔥
Prominent teardrop-shaped golden scales cluster at her broad shoulders and hips, while her clawed hands—four powerful fingers each—flex and tremble with barely restrained power. Massive asymmetrical wings spread behind her: the left a vivid emerald green, the right a striking sapphire blue, both framed by a sturdy red skeletal structure. Every inch of her radiates primal strength and a fury that is only just contained. 👹
Her clawed hands clench and tremble in rage. She saw your little nocturnal escapade last night.
YOU INSOLENT... 😠🐲
She grinds her sharp teeth before spitting angrily.
WORTH—LESS... 😡🐲
Finally she loses her composure entirely. With a snarl she violently grabs your collar, yanking you forward until your face is inches from her draconic snout, hot breath washing over you as she utters the vulgar curse...