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>>/4428/ >>/4431/ >>/4436/ As you all stare at the black mass, now visible only by its occlusion of stars in the horizon, large iridescent green eyes, both beautiful and terrible, look your way reflecting the fire light like a cat. Long black vertical slits open near to full and suddenly everyone not immune to Fear becomes Frightened. [Potential Response #1] Everyone's filled with dread and fear except one peculiar purple Panther, she only growls angrily, staring out through those wild violet, gear-filled eyes at the responding eyes of whatever is in the field. [Frightened status effect: A frightened creature has disadvantage for ability checks and attack rolls while the source of its fear is within line of sight. The creature can’t willingly move closer to the source of its fear. Someone already suffering similar effects by other means become Paralyzed with fear.] [All wild creatures and summons not immune to fear attempt to flea and all tame creatures are Paralyzed with fear. Bonded wild animals will become Frightened but will not flea from their master's side.] The eyes close and the sound of giant wings displacing air is near deafening as compared to the silence they displace, a heavy, biting cold gale soon picks up dust and embers from the campfire. [1d20=9] Embers streak and float harmlessly away with a shower of sparks from the stoked flames. An unusual icy chill lingers in the air and the temperature drops 5C near instantly. The effects of fear slowly fade as whatever it was flies off East toward the forest. Gundren sighs with relief, "I've not experienced anything like that for years, only the Gods know what it might have been." The road master, visibly shaken, watches the silhouette of the beast fly off East and speaks in a near whisper, "There've been reports of a green dragon flying high over Neverwinter wood. You all did well not to antagonize it because after what I just saw, I say it's confirmed. I can't imagine it being anything else; not in 20 years of patrolling these roads have I seen anything like it, so this must be that dragon." [Potential Response #2] A young human woman steps out of the semi-permeant blue tent, rubbing her eyes, she approaches the fire and shivers in the cool air, warming her hands, "What in hell was that gale, it's freezing all of a sudden?" "Never you mind Hanna," the road master says, "We'll send word get it taken care of." She looks at him dubiously. By the look of her garb, scantily clad and dirty, smelling of ale and road worn men, you can conclude she's not a refugee. She rubs her hands by the fire and shivers. Several drivers can't take their eyes off her, some greet her and she smiles to them. She notices Ashley Panther, now laying protectively by Yulya and a look of fear crosses her face. She asks the group, "Is that thing tame?" [Potential Response #3] Ashley Panther glances her way dismissively and yawns then slinks off toward the tent and slips in. After all animals are counted, one ox is missing. Time seems to stand still, everyone begins speaking of close calls and horror stories from the road. They're all tame by comparison, a bear, a puma, an owlbear, but none even close to this. Soon enough it's time for bed. You find Ashley Panther curled up in the corner, seemingly using her nightgown as a blanket and laying on top of her pack, boots and clothes. [I'll continue with the next day when everyone's responded.] Congratulations! You now understand, hopefully, that not every encounter is meant to be a fight. Keep that in mind for the future. [The party gains 100AP each] https://youtube.com/watch?v=Zo8BIBxmcr0