<strong>The Wilds of Dra Sirdu: success, of a sort</strong><br/><br/>Despite its blatant, mounting terror, the creature didn't become notably more communicative. Or, more accurately, it remained unhelpful despite its clear efforts to the contrary. While its wounds and the fairly secure bindings on its limbs and mouth significantly limited its ability to express itself, the panicked hisses and yelps painted a fairly vivid picture of the success with which Aeryn had planted terror in its heart. None of its apparent pleas, however, came in the form of comprensible language.<br/><br/>To those paying attention to such things, the lizard very clearly wasn't bluffing. Now soaked in blood and covered in the entrails of its fellows, it looked to be going mad with fear. Indeed, after a few moments, it made an odd, whining-panting noise and its eyes rolled up into its skull. Given a few minutes, it would reawaken on its own, but for the moment only the bindings held it aloft.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Uncle, uncle!</div><div class="spoiler_body">A short-ish reply, but I feel a bit more into the swing of things, and should get at least one, if not two, out tomorrow. The creature is unimportant enough and in a poor enough state of mind that both rolls succeed with a fair margin of success, as one might expect. But there is still a language barrier. A Lore roll (or something like it) might fix that, but you'd need to really impress me to spontaneously create a pigin language.</div></div>