Admiring the female black dragon, Ancalagon bows to her with a slight smile, imagining himself in her depths, and replies, "I was looking for a new home, and decided that this keep would do nicely. And I must say, you daughter was an excellent hostess and bedmate"<br/><br/>Rising from his bow, his hand was coming up from his spell pouch, and was already casting a spell hoping to finish this fight quickly, before she even realized he was being an offensive opponent. A bolt of lightning lashes out from his hand, streaking for the dragoness. He then makes an abbreviated casting, and five pure white bolts follow quickly after the bolt.<br/><br/>[Initiative = 4<br/>Chain Lightning damage = 42, Reflex DC 25 for half<br/>Quickened magic missile damage = 20, no save]