Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Mother of Dragons - No Really - Just Not The One You Are Thinking Of

A drawing of Lady Sarafina that I am
not completely embarrassed about.
I began playing Lady Sarafina some nine or ten months ago.  Originally the noble fighter pregen in the D&D 5e Starter Set, she grew into an 11th level battle master and 4th level scion of Siamorphe, and probably my favorite pc to role play ever.  Soon after the completion of the the Lost Mines of Phandelver adventure, she announced her claim on all lands within 50 miles of the town of Phandalin, and made those claims stick with the Lords Alliance.  Sarafina is a 4' 11", loud, calculating, manipulative, elitist, murderous, racist, power hungry tyrant who always gets her way.  Well, mostly.  The DM - and other party members - throw wrenches into her plans whenever possible.

Take the whole marriage thing for example . . .

Sarafina poured all of her spare money into the town of Phandalin, making it the capital of her empire.  As she was busy attracting human and dwarven settlers to work in her mines, Sir Kriev, her dragonborn adventuring companion and childhood friend, began his own crusade to attract settlers.  But Sir Kriev, being a progressive, liberal sort of dragonborn cleric of Bahamut, brought in goblins, hobgoblins, and ogres into Sarafina's pristine town.  Sarafina had a fit, and made them all move outside the city walls - such creatures being unfit to live near decent folk.  In fact, he advertised to all sorts of 'sub-humans' as Lady Sarafina liked to refer to the denizens of the Monster Manual.

After a few more adventures, the town was a busy, successful place, and Sarafina's noble father began encouraging her to have children and continue the family line.  Well, his method of encouragement involved threatening to disown her and strip her of all her noble titles and benefits.  So she began a search for a suitable rich, powerful, noble husband to produce a litter of offspring with.

Saber from Fate Zero, but will do as a stand in for Lady Sarafina.
About that time, a mysterious nobleman arrived in town, bought a plot of land, and erected a handsome estate.  Sarafina set her spies upon him, digging into his past.  Eventually she verified that Earl Cassian Everet from Marsember was the real deal - a bonafide Cormyrian nobleman who had decided to retire peacefully many miles away from home.

Sarafina badgered him into wedded bliss.

Playing a grumpy pregnant woman with vericose veins dispatching subterranean monsters with her two-handed axe was great fun.  But eventually, downtime became inevitable so she could give birth.  I normally write vignettes involving all of the pcs during these downtimes, and send them to the group.  But the DM asked me to stop writing just before Sarafina gave birth, as he had a surprise for me and the noblewoman.

It turned out that Earl Cassian Everet, Sarafina's much abused husband, was, in fact, a silver dragon.  He was a victim of a family curse to appear in human form most of the time, and his lips were magically sealed, preventing him from discussing his affliction with non-dragons who didn't know already.  The Earl had shown up in Phandalin because the dragonborn Sir Kriev had advertised the town as a safe place for non-humans - and had NOT shown up because Sarafina was looking for a husband.  It had been just a horrible, horrible coincidence.

The DM and all of the other players had known the the Earl of was a dragon the moment Sarafina began 'courting' him - EXCEPT ME.

Sheesh.

The DM and I sat down to figure out what would happen with the pregnancy.  Both the DM and I absolutely HATE the official version of the half-dragon - and the dragonborn, for that matter - thus I was given leeway to do something else.

Surprise!
So Sarafina, in a big surprise reveal, gave birth to two three-and-a-half foot tall dragon eggs, from which promptly sprang two female silver dragons.

How, you ask, might such a strange thing happen?  How could Sarafina even survive such a thing?  I have three words for you.

Vag of holding.

Sarafina was PISSED.  Well, she was pissed until she realized that she had suddenly become a dragon producing machine and dreams of a dragon empire controlling the Sword Coast began swirling in her mind.

So yeah, little Rosanna and Maebelle popped out of Sarafina already stronger and smarter than their mother.  They can take the human form, and are subject to the same curse as their father.  But they are DRAGONS through and through.

Sarafina has already begun to amass a horde for her twin daughters, and even began to search for a suitable mountaintop lair for them.

Regretfully, the latest story arc involves Rosanna and Maebelle being kidnapped.  So Sarafina and the Burning Mountain Adventuring Company are on a whirlwind slaughter-fest that makes Taken look like Driving Miss Daisy.  The party has battled mind flayers, dragons, vampires, and an Old One as they seek out the twins, all while Sarafina is pregnant AGAIN with a triplet of boy dragons.  Last session they even stared down a tarrasque.

Sarafaina is now the real Mother of Dragons - unlike that Khaleesi chick who just walks around in fire and has some dragons as pets.

:)

- Ark

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