"Oh fuck me," Myar grumbles. "All the disappointment in material form! Open, gate of the bucket!"<br/><br/>The white dragon was doubtless monumentally confused when a giant wooden bucket fell on its head. The bucket smelled of butter and tears and dead clowns. Lots of dead clowns. And inside, noises seemed to echo endlessly, multiplying the dragon's own breathing into a roaring that overpowered all other sound.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast: Major Image.<br/>The dragon gets a Will Save, DC 20.<br/>Spell Resistance does not apply to the Image spells, ever.<br/>The dragon should be effectively blind and deaf, giving us total concealment. The smell further eliminates the only remaining senses that could be used to justify its Blindsense, so that's out too.<br/></div></div>