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[X] Start the Rite of the Lair.
[X] Explore inside of your 'lair.'
[X] Use Scroll of Summon Monster VII to summon 1d3 Invisible Stalkers
-[X] Direct them to recon the area
You carefully pick up one of the scrolls of Summon Monster, a plan formulating in your mind as you start to make your way into the opening off to the left of your potential new home. A terrible thought crosses you as you do, you know more than enough that you can still feel your connection to your lair even when not within the barrier of the Lost Isles, the only way you wouldn't is if either another taninim took over it or... hmph, how troubling, if you had to guess it would be Infinite who took over your spot. Even still, your area in that mountain isn't that noteworthy and it is extremely shameful for taninims to take another's lair without fighting for it first... These thoughts are for when you are aware with where you are, not now. Now, for the more immediate worries to attend too.
Exiting through the rather massive entrance to your inner lair, you come across a longer but less wide 'room' a lake of magma constitutes most of the room with two small 'islands' not fully submerged and haphazardly placed. The entrance you are standing on is above the 'lake' and islands and definitely makes it seem like the only way to get to this perch is to be able to climb or have the ability to fly... oh and be resistant to fire. The temperature however is quite to your liking, you would say better than even your old lair.
At the end of this room is another opening that you can barely see drops into an massive ravine and what you think is a small path attempting to lead up to you but it breaks suddenly, unable to support your bulk and probably barely enough for a normal human.
Well, this lake of lava and the inner sanctuary if you will is about as much as you can 'grab' for the Rite of the Lair, you'd have to be more powerful to increase the size of it.
Well, you aren't going to be exploring that ravine and whatever is beyond it, but you know what will... and smile down at the scroll.
Now, what to summon? Well, you have no idea where you are, other than it probably being underground... no-one knows where you are either...
Opening up the scroll, you start to read out-loud the arcane sigils and incantations, your draconic mind honed to a edge focusing on the elemental plane of air as you do so, the sightless floating creatures commonly used as assassins for ephemeral(humanoids) plots, though you don't intend to use them for such a task, no... something much more simpler and yet complex.
The scroll dissolves away after it's purpose has been fulfilled and in the space before you, magical energies shift and make way for three Invisible Stalkers...
As per the name, they can't be seen, but your draconic senses can 'feel' them just as easily... odd... one of the three is 'bigger' than the other two.
The air elementals seem to remain at attention, apparently eyeing you curiously, why would a magma dragon summon them? The one to the left however, appears to be a problem.
This one you can feel from it's movements that it is a 'old' Invisible Stalker and therefore... vindictive, the only thing stopping it from running or attempting to strangle out your life is the magical bindings forcing it to heed your commands... pitiful, so in reality, you've only really summoned two Invisible Stalkers.
Turning your attention to the regular and 'advanced' Stalker you speak in Auran, as this would make them more suspectable to listen to you if you speak in their original tongue.
"You two, I want you to scout outside this cavern and past the ravine. Attempt to remain anonymous from all but me. Do not attack anything living or dead but do take note of it, if you are spotted return to me as soon as possible. However, do try and shake them off the chase if they attempt to follow."
"As you commaaand" [/i} comes the affirmation of the bigger Invisible Stalker, you sense the smaller one nodding, but otherwise in agreement as they float off away from you and their murderous 'brother.'
"Now... what to do with you..." The stalker almost 'tenses' up at your growled words.
"Do not attempt to play dumb, I know what you have suffered and I know what you intend to do if I give you anything less than a simple request... so I hope... this is simple enough." You've no time for games at this point and wording something long and obtuse for this elemental to follow just so it doesn't attempt to kill you or make a potential bad impression with... whoever, isn't good. So a simple fix, for a simple problem.
"Stand still..." Than... you take a deep inhale in, inner power rushing throughout your body in momentous release and than you breath out...
The stalker returns to the elemental plane with naught a scar other than the mental kind, ah, but oh well.
That specific spell scroll was rather powerful... an hour? That spell doesn't last that long at all, oh god, more mysteries coming left and right, thankfully, you've the mind to handle it and than some.
Well, as long as there isn't a draconic being nearby, multi-tasking of listening to potential information and doing the Rite of the Lair shouldn't be a problem.
Heading back into your inner lair you go over in your head the requirements of the rite, nothing more than a silly speech and some binding words at the end, than, staying in the ritual space for the rest of the hour does it.
You clear your throat with a grumble and begin to recite the Ritual of the Lair, in draconic of course.
"O' Lady of Eternal Scales, grant me privilege, grant me host to this otherwise uncouthly barrenness."
"Yet that I may share it in wealth; mine, all who stand with this be given gracious protection as they do in turn."
"None may harbor from me, my own. None may take nor prosper from trinkets of thy own take. Lest they fall under weight from wing, claw, tooth, and breath."
"All who venture here, now, beware, for this is home to those who be subservient to the draconic, wish now to never suffer thy... wrath."
Coming down from your reverie, you feel the words course and twist the location in a mimicry of your own essence. Though it is not yet binned completely, you must now stay here for the rest of the rite for it to complete.
Nothing better to do... you do remember some books in your hoard that you can read to pass the time and you do so...
- 12 minutes later. -
So that's how Studier in Flux figured out how to consistently learn and use the Protean language... interest-
The sound of an explosion rockets throughout the cavern, it sounds distant, no where near close to you as to be worrying, there are... multiple however.
'boom!' 'boom!' 'boom!' It goes on and on really, not the kind of sound you'd be wanting to sleep around.
About 6 minutes later you feel the presence of the Stalkers come in-front of you, you could sense no damage from their forms so perhaps those explosions were unrelated?
The stalkers nod silently; [i] "The ravine is filled with magma. The path leads to a large opening with a human's mansion suspended by a cliff. 'what?' Two wide tunnels connect to this opening, the mansion had lights on so we did not risk it. We went into the left tunnel and found a large underground city after traveling for four or so minutes, the building constructions were unrecognizable to us, my apologies. Though there were humanoids living and moving about the streets, quite a lot of these humanoids however were large, easily over 11ft for most of them with very few being of actual 'normal' height for a human."
I soaked up this information... giants? If so, that would be a problem, with the whole ya know, racial hatred and all that.
I gestured with my claw for the stalker to continue.
[i] "Upon entering the village square we overhead a conversation about a 'cherry blossom-viewing event' that was to be had in a couple days in some place called the 'Netherworld.' And that they needed some Oni sake to spice it up..." [/i}
Onis? Aren't those chaotic evil spirits that possess other races? And... sake... where have you heard that before? It's an alcohol that some ephemerals partake in... but where did you hear about it?
Nevertheless, the air elementals continued. [i] "This conversation appeared to be had by one of these larger onis with yellow hair and a single red horn, the other talker looked human but had a strange outfit on and held what look to be a broom of flying... the one with the outfit, Marisa as the oni called her, noted are magical presence and we fled."
Oh great, it's either a witch or a wizard... neither are going to be easy if they decide they want to make you join in on a 'experiment' you still have those nightmares...
"Did they pursue?"
[i] "Yes, but only this Marisa followed, we were able to evade her however, well enough that she thinks the mansion houses us... as she attacked the inhabitants with rapid amounts of magic."
Rapid amounts of magic? Arcanist?
"And about this inhabitant?"
You sense the two look at each other with worry.
"She... knew we were there immediately, she looked humanoid but there was this tangle of wires and a connected eye in the center of her chest. The eye followed us as we left here, but since she was attacked, I don't believe she will follow for now."
Well, they did their job, shaking off both of their followers, but what now... one of those two have to win and you'd rather not deal with 'rapid amounts of magic.' Whatever that is.
[X] Ask the Invisible Stalkers more specific questions.
[X] Chill, those two will never find you.
[X] Prepare for conflict.
-[X] Use the Scroll of Wall of Force to seal up the outer/inner entrance.
-[X] Command the Stalkers to guard the inner/outer entrance.
[X] Be amiable, no need for misunderstandings.
-[X] Set up a nice living space, there aught to be a table or two stored up in your hoard.
-[X] Turn into your humanoid form, no need for people to scream "DRAGON!" and attack.
[X] Dismiss the Invisible Stalkers.