Islands float above the junk-ridden desert; your only food comes from the dead and what arable land you have found; Hoping for an escape, you read. Read to escape, read to taste, read to stay alive, because if you don't, you're just next day's bread. And the books grow old, the flavors dull, and you leave, to make your own and never grow hungry for the new.
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Has anyone worked out a mechanical effect for Nifflas dragon's breath? I mean the mutagenic part. Maybe a save-ends condition that affects the target during the encounter, and an effect mechanically similar to a disease that continues after combat is over?
How about: The Long Squiggly One, The One What Looks Like a Teapot, The One You Can Never Really Find, The Smallish One, The Other Smallish One, The One that's Small (But Bigger than the Small Ones), The Ungodly Huge One, The Ugly Lookin One, and The Great Smiley Face.
Dragons hoard the names of their victims.
As well as their memories.
The ultimate treasure in Nifflas. A dragion's lair is awash with whispered names, fleeting memories, rife for the plucking.
What do you think? (That and the dragon's breath creates a minor paradise...)
So would it be possible to become a dragon? If you could keep enough memories inside of yourself would you start to change?