Editing The Wilderlands of Absalom (section)

===Jacaar and Jadlierbron the All-Seeing===

Located in [https://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?806873-IC-IV-The-Wilderlands-of-Absalom&p=21516872#post21516872 18.42].

First encounter between the Company and Jadlierbron [https://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?806873-IC-IV-The-Wilderlands-of-Absalom&p=21387896#post21387896 here].

Jadlierbron is a massive beast, some fifty feet from snout to tail, with scales the color of dull flames. She is terrifying to behold.

The following details learned [https://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?780003-IC-II-ACKS-The-Wilderlands-of-Absalom&p=20499465#post20499465 here]: The great wyrm lairs in an ancient temple, half collapsed with age and destruction. Her hoard is vast; Isenda guesses it is worth no less than fifty thousand gold, many times than if you consider the value of the many magical items she no doubt possesses. Isenda believes that Jadlierbron has within her hoard the key she seeks that will allow entry into the starship, and safe passage through its wards, but none of us could see it. Of course, it is likely we only saw a small portion of her treasure.

Jhadlierbron is served by a score or more skeletal constructs, for she is old and has grown fat and lazy and rarely ventures forth from her lair. I suspect her to be at least six hundred years old, for she mentioned speaking to Ser Furecus in passing, and he ruled the Free Folk two Cycles ago. Zamed claims the skeletons are animated through divine magic, although there is no evidence that Jacaar is inhabited by any other than herself and her silent skeletal servitors. I do know she has some means of divining what is happening within the boundaries of the city, because she knew we had been digging through the rubble of on the outskirts in search of our quarry.

The dragon can use magic, of that we are now certain, for she read our thoughts and intentions as if they were scribed on our foreheads. Our lives were only spared by our immediate supplication and the gift of Isenda's staff of power, a sacrifice she was loathe to make. Our first thought, upon our escape, is to find or craft devices that will prevent the readings of our thoughts.

She may be more active than we have been led to believe. The spies we stationed to the east have seen her fly thrice in the past week, once to rain fire and destruction down upon the gnolls to the east for some inscrutable reason, the other times to sail upon the thermals.

There are rather detailed, but theoretical, notes about the dragon's strengths, weaknesses and habits, as well as speculation as to the contents of her lair and her motivations.