[Setting Birabell Manor]: (skippable)<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*Tia's 'lair' was more like a mansion, the Birabell dragons...being dragons, shared a tremendous hoard of gold, Tiavano was at the head of the family, and thus exhumed tremendous wealth and power, second perhaps only to the queen herself. However, the gilded wyrm, shrouded in her dresses of red and gold trim, desired more than mere objects. The well rounded dragoness had sent for all of the strangest livestock available, the freakish and macabre, the fearsome and abominable...for her dinners, and she payed well for the collection of such strangevities. This was perhaps the main reason such abominations as Grezra were raised rather than be disposed of, the wolf-slime beast now on his way to the Birabell manse. To be presented as tribute to the regal gluttons that were the dragons.*<br/><br/>*Rannor's journey from the Temple would be an uphill climb, the wyrms of Birabell liked to keep perched on high ground, it was no easy task to please the dragons, but the queen was able to find a fine location for them to build their mansion. A massive, sprawling structure made mostly of stone 'to avoid fire problems.' What parts of the mansion that were not stone were covered thickly in a flame retardant white lacquer, a staple of the times. Dragons of assorted hues, in tall anthropomorphic bodies ranging from ten to fifteen feet high, could be seen wandering the lands. In total there were just eight of them, but their combined strength could easily rival the entirety of the royal guard, thus their loyalties were ever ensured with these tributes. As should anyone ever make it past the guard, they would surely find a dragon ready to devour any who would threaten her Majesty, a finer guard dog did not exist.*<br/><br/>*The cages would be sat on specialized gilded carts, and placed on fine steel crafted machines worked by two troll slaves bearing black dragon scales on their arms to send the huge cages up to their masters above. The trolls were huge, easily as tall as their masters...but dragons were always stronger than they appeared to be. Surprisingly however, the trolls would answer in fluent common tongue if addressed, and offer polite courtesy...at least, as far as a troll could provide. The Birabell wyrms demanded perfection in their servants, this house of monstrosities would bear no fools...as fools were swiftly devoured.*</div></div></div><br/>*In the great hall, awaited the golden lady, stout and wide sat upon massive pillows within a raised platform, showing her status as a higher nobility, curtains of red and gold decorating the hall, alongside gilded statues of her children, who could be found amongst the grounds tending to their hobbies. Tiavano's body curved like no other, every piece of her was perfection for one of her 'magnitude', her dress of red and gold presented ample pieces of her best features, the golden scales  beneath being flaunted in dress windows at the vally of her breasts, her mighty hips, and the flanks of her belly as well as her charming belly button. Her face was narrow in structure, yet full at the cheeks, and she bore golden horns which twisted in a single elegant loop before winding back and away from her head in a very draconic fashion, she bore no mane, her scaled head remaining bald except for the horns, and yet with a white furred collar at her thickly padded neck, her beauty seemed only enhanced, there were no unrefined curves on her entire figure, every single line ideal for the womans size. This woman...monster...goddess...bore eyes like blue fire, and those eyes snapped over Rannor the moment he entered her range, huge golden wings upon her back unfurling as the wyrm cralwed fourth on all fours before slinking to her feet and walking as the nobles did. By her face alone, anyone would assume they were about to become dragon food on her approach, however, Tiavano stayed her maw...for now, instead she was interested in the crate, her rotund belly growling with impatience as the woman licked her thick black lips, ravenous for the contents*,<br/><br/>"What have the holy ones secured for me today?" *Tia growled as she looked over Grezra's metal box, her voice the icon of queenly speech, deep and rich, like smooth and decadent dark chocolate, it filled the listener, lifting one ever so slightly and easing the tension in ones bones.* "judging by the size of this cage, I'm about to do some significant growing." *the wyrm ran her golden tongue over her monstrous white fangs imagining what might be hidden inside, like a child opening an Easter egg.*