The Book of Blizender: Chapter 1
"I'M A DRAGON"
Why did I say that?! I'm not a dragon and don't prescribe to an ideaology that just because in my bloodline there's someone who did something with a dragon it makes me one. It's only a genetic quirk and like any recessive gene it just makes appearances in the progeny of those of come after.
But in this moment, when this city I happened to be travelling through, just so happens to get attacked by a veritable hoard of orcs, half-orcs, 3/4s orcs, human's of less than favorable moral character, and I think I heard someone scream giant, I got carried away. Giant's have loot, and typically lead smaller races, so the giant is my target, if I can take down the giant then the people will shower me in praise, adoration, and maybe a small token or two of goodwill. Nothing to put them out of course, I'm not greedy, but travelling is expensive.
So these two mooks(maybe), accost me, I scream out the oddest thing, and luckily there's some backup coming. Biggest human I think I've ever seen in my life, a cactus leshy (don't hug that one), and a dwarf. The perfect henchmen to help me with the mooks on my way to getting that giant.
*This post follows the tail end of Episode 16 of the actual play video and podcast of the Knights of the Smith Dinner Table presentation of the Legend of the Ramblehouse Saints, a Pathfinder for Savage Worlds take on the Giantslayer Adventure Path from Paizo.
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