I had just got done giving out orders for the day, master had given me time to go enjoy the bitter cold that so many feared in my homeland. But I welcomed it, as if it were a warm fireplace. As the chilled wind whipped around my cloak that depicted dragons and was made of the finest materials in this part of the empire, both warm and strong was my cloak, and my staff that signified my place in this world crunched underneath the new days snow I made my way to the library.
Just this day my master had told me of the young woman I had meet at a social party only months ago and how here fiefdom was upholding. It seemed I had been wise to extend the olive branch to her and I suspected that soon it would be time to hold a ball just for her. He had also filled me in on the ruler of the north. The family that claimed to have only draconinc blood mixed in with their own pure blood. It seemed though that things were changing. From what Arytekothar had told me their was someone trying to cohort one of the family members that had no draconic blood in his being. A Pity really. Weakening the bloodline by allowing an outsider into their close knit clan. Then again it seemed quite a bit had changed ever since the previous head of the family had died. Only a few time had I meet any of the family, but those few times I showed my respect for the fact that they ruled the area I livid in, and had in ways much in which I wanted.
And so as I walked the snow covered path to the library that the town possessed out of the corner of my eye I noticed a figure in red, such an odd color in these parts of the world. It was warm, and pasionit. The opposite of myself and so I choose to investigate. As I get closer I watch the man raise his hand, Immediately I get ready to launch a counter spell against him, but am even more confused as he merely beckons me deeper into the alley. Not sure if this was someone knew to the city or one of my servants inside the city I choose to follow him deeper into the alley, until all that could be heard of what lay beyond the alley was the wind blowing and billowing. Beckoning for me to join it. Why have you called me, Lord Loss into an alley? Speak now and mind your tongue or else you lose it. I say to the man, who still has not revealed his face to me.
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(1d20+1)[3] Intimidate
That is when the man begins t speak to me, asking me to join his organization. How about you tell me something else? Who do you expect me to believe you have more power then my draconic bloodline? And with that I cast a spell master had taught me only days ago. It was simple enough, and as I saw the dragon go shooting out of my wand and drop fine silver dust over the mans body I hoped it worked. I intended on having a chat with this man with my master present. No one came here asking me to join an organization in a back alley, and so blatantly tried to lie to me telling me that they knew magic even the dragons did not.
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Spell cast is sleep DC is 17