Luck, like all things not divine in nature, runs out in the end. Of course it would. Since luck is simply another word for probability, and if the probability of success is less than 100%, a failure is certain to occur at some point.
The results so far seemed promising. So the mechanism to connect sensors, power and effectors was the next step. The Coatl fully intended to acquire more wiring at some point as well as materials for legs, preferably more elegant ones than those on your average golem. The prototype Myzrin had in mind was not specialised for construction or combat and would ideally make no greater mark on the terrain of its passing than a Guardian or sure-footed Ridgeback. Heaters, ventilation; there was still plenty of work to do.
The endeavour had become almost…thrilling. The Lightning dragon was in fine fettle.
Myzrin surveyed her surroundings. Sighting the lairs visible, she tensed at the apparent necessity. She knew that unless one option was a clan of Ridgebacks, that many would be unlikely to appreciate ‘borrowing’. The Coatl herself was uncomfortable with it.
Myzrin’s gaze settled on the group of Coatl enjoying the weather. Maybe this still could be resolved in manner she was at least moderately comfortable with. The problem being that, even with her own species, she was not fond of socialising. Which would be unavoidable should she approach the group.
On the other paw, there was that lair by the oasis. The Lightning Coatl could not tell whether the resting dragons were Ridgebacks or not, and by the time she was close enough to find out it would be too late to change her mind.
Myzrin almost shuddered. She was more comfortable with certainty, and opted to approach the group of Coatl. Non-Coatl dragons at times formed the perception that she was civil, likely due to how ‘please’ was one of the words of traditional draconic she’d learnt, and regular use of which lead to a higher probability of compliance on the part of whomever she’s speaking to. To Coatl, however, she came across far more rough-mannered.
So how should she make her proposition…Opening statements were important as the first impression’s vehicle. Then a series of easy-to-follow steps towards her intent, closed by the promise of recompense.
‘Greetings, kindred of the bolt. Are you enjoying this year’s Thundercrack? You will doubtless know of the inventor’s faire this week. As an inventor your prideworthy hoard caught my eye in my search for parts and I wonder if you might spare any. Payment can be arranged or the parts returned at the faire’s close.’
Wait, was her coloration going to come up? Maybe they would take pity or donate rashly in order to get her to leave quicker. It would make the choice an appalling error if they decided to turn aggressive.
A) The lair at the top of a lower-standing plateau that seems to only be populated by coatls sunning themselves. You can see a large hoard with several gear-like shapes sticking out of it. They look friendly enough, perhaps you can just ask for any spare loot?
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