Weird Sisters

“Teala is dead?”

The oldest of the three female Dragon disciples, rolls her slitted eyes.

“How is this even possible? Fluttin’s pet Beholder had tunnelled undetected below the main orc cavern. The Deurgar miners had expertly compromised the cavern above and the Death worshippers, the Drow and our minions were in place?”

The other two, scaled and bald-headed, black cloaks grimace, showing clearly, their pointy teeth.

“She underestimated that accursed cleric of Fharlanghn.”

Silence covers the hunched figures for stretched-out minutes until the eldest of the three breaks the silence.

“Teala underestimated the very cleric that, not only captured General Akbarr, but managed to burn him to death?”

She pauses again but isn’t expecting any response this time and instead fills the silence herself.

“She convinced us that she could, not only capture the skull, but finally put an end to the interfering barbarian, the wide-eyed war-priest and the mongrel elven thief. We allowed her to delay stealing Thereanthor’s skull for nothing. No, less than nothing! We don’t even have the skull and worse… There’s every chance they’ve persuaded that idiot orcan chief; Obdurate to destroy it!”

The older dragon disciple, Beeryl, unfurls her bat-like wings for a moment, before continuing.

“All that nonsense we fed their gnomish spies about the ‘Blood moon’. All those lies we spread just to convince those interfering dragon haters, they'd have a chance to stop us. All that to just trick ourselves again? We’re no better than that arrogant idiot; Akbarr. We did nothing but waste our time and throw away our advantage!”

Sensing another breath coming, the youngest of the three; Indigoa, risks an interruption.

“Vital though the skull was to our plans, it wasn’t our only option. We still have another possibility. Another hope.”