Two weeks of quiet have softened the tunnel. The alcove glows pale from the eggs alone, and the first dragon rests with his head near them, watchful and still.
A faint tapping comes from inside one shell, then another. A thin fracture draws across the surface like a silver vein.
The Elder Knight
There. It stirs.
The Scarred Knight
Good. Let it wake at its own pace.
The Fighter-Butcher
I have stood over horses in foal and hens on the egg. This feels grander, but the waiting is the same.
Kier 3 lowers his massive head a little closer. The bioluminescent glow paints the knights' faces blue-white, and all three stand back without retreating, as if holding space for a promise to finish itself.
The Elder Knight
If one breaks open today, we will learn whether it knows our faces.
The tapping continues, steady and calm. For the first time in days, the chamber feels less like a watchpost and more like a nursery waiting to speak.
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See what hatches from the first egg
“I hum a bard song of barabrian quest lowly as they hatch”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -2)
The first dragon lowers his head and hums, low and rough, the tune carrying like a half-remembered march through stone. The glow inside the alcove steadies around the sound.
The Elder Knight
That is a brave little song for a first breath.
The cracked shell answers with a brighter pulse. Fine lines race outward, and a pale warmth leaks into the tunnel air.
The Fighter-Butcher
Old battle camps had songs for this, too. None were ever this quiet.
The Scarred Knight
Keep it going. It seems to like the sound.
The first dragon keeps the note inside the chamber, and the fracture parts with a soft, wet click. A small head presses through, blinking in the blue-white glow.
The Elder Knight
It is here. Look, it sees us.
The newly hatched hatchling lifts free of the shell, slick and trembling, then turns toward the song as if it has already chosen a voice to follow.
Quest Complete
See what hatches from the first egg