<strong>Who:</strong>Engaro the Mighty<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Skies above the city, Egnaro’s throne room<br/><strong>When:</strong>3 days before opening to the public<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dragonskin, other<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cecile, any<br/><br/><strong>Match:</strong>None<br/><strong>Round:</strong>None<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Over 5000<br/><strong>Status/Conditions:</strong>Noncombat<br/><strong>Elliquiy User ID (for die roller):</strong>69776<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Egnaro cruised lazily over the city. Things were going well, overall, and the Lair of Tentacles was ready to open. He was particularly pleased with the work his alchemists had done on the cuttlefish. Everyone had insisted that a cuttlefish was never going to work as a monster, but he’d remained true to his vision of showcasing every tentacled horror imaginable. “See the cuttlefish from the perspective of a prawn!” he had insisted, and they’d come through. He dared any challenger to face what they had made without fleeing in terror. Which was the point, of course, to find the bravest heroes and... oh my.<br/><br/>He zoomed in his focus on the street below. Was she real? Had he really just witnessed the loveliest creature in creation? Certainly, the concept of a being more perfect seemed ridiculous. Closing his eyes briefly, he invoked his Knowing: her name was Cecile Feathermour. He knew immediately what he must do, and dove immediately towards his palace, flaring his wings as he landed on the marble pad in front of his throne.<br/><br/>“Steve!” he bellowed, and a goblin came scurrying out of an office to the side of the throne room. It was dressed in a rather nice suit made from black silk, which almost (but not quite) compensated for its hideous face. “Steve, I have beheld the most wondrous creature in creation, and you will have the honor of bringing her to me. Her name is Cecile Feathermour, she is in the city, and you will find her. You will offer her whatever it takes, and you will bring her here.”<br/><br/>He paused for a moment. “At her earliest convenience, you will bring her here. This is not a kidnapping! This is seduction! And you will be my emissary. I will dine with her tonight. Unless she is busy. Nevertheless, find out what she likes to eat! We must have her Steve! Oh the crowds she will bring! Find out if she has an agent. She might not want to be locked in to a single venue. With a body like hers, she should invest in good management. And if she has talent to match? Then, Steve, then we have found the star that will light up the heavens, and bring every hero in the multiverse to the Lair of Tentacles! Go now, Steve, go! And do not return without her!”<br/><br/>Steve quaked with fear. “But, my lord, what if she has a prior engagement?”<br/><br/>“Then return without her, but not without the contact details of her agent!”<br/><br/>“Very good, my lord.”<br/><br/>As Steve hurried off on his mission, Egnaro turned his attention to the mirror. He enjoyed his draconic form, but it wasn’t terribly practical at dinner parties. Perhaps ‘handsome young man in a suit’? He shrank, his features flowed, and he regarded himself in the mirror. Boring. Giant ogre? He sighed, too straightforward. Centaur? Too derivative, and it might look desperate.  Hmmm. “TRACEY!”<br/><br/>Tracey slithered into the room with admirable speed. “Tracey, would you mind seeing if my sister is available this afternoon? I’m having difficulty choosing who to wear.”