<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>GM POSTING</strong></span></div><br/>Tag: Vercingetorix<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Six male heads popped up from where they lay near the entrance. The females and their nests were tucked further back than they previously had been, and recently so. It was obvious that the elders of the species had sensed something amiss, and had taken defensive countermeasures in their positioning. Once deemed as not being a threat, the six males, easily twice Vercingetorix's size, settled back in to their previous positions.<br/><br/>A mental chuckle, uneasy and deep, filled his mind as the other six established a link with the younger wyrm.<br/><br/>All of you are "young", little silver.<br/><br/>We have felt the death of your sibling, and our child. This new threat needs to be removed.<br/><br/>However, we cannot leave the nest unguarded to whatever forces arise against you, and our home as a whole. This, shall be your legacy in this time.<br/><br/>You are not children in the eyes of the natives, nor of that in your parents any longer.<br/><br/>Defend your kin when the need arises.<br/><br/>Take care of each other, where we cannot.<br/><br/>All six minds seemed to fall silent as the link was carefully severed, and the greater wyrms went back to playing sentinel. If one was paying close enough attention, they would feel the slow waves of consciousness extending out beyond the caves once more, searching for any threats that might put the still unhatched eggs in jeopardy.