It's not a rock, all right? We all know it's not a rock, fantasy authors.

[stockingfeats]

You and your thread partner have found a dragon egg!

1. Unexpected treasure: You knew there was something in this box, but not that it was this...
   
2. Put that thing back or so help me! This is not what you signed up for. You would desperately like to get out of this game of very hot potato.
   
3. Hide it! Nefarious people are after the egg and you need to keep it from them.
   
4. Jackpot! You are nefarious people. This is great.
   
5. Sacred trust: You've been charged with this by someone or something.
   
6. Wildcard!
   

Comments

[buson]

Should'a kept your eyes on it! [Buson's taunting laughter was cut very short as he realized his walker's being dragged. He tried to redirect it, but the legs couldn't resist and just scraped the ground or clawed at the air, unable to resist being pulled back by Maul.]

... the hell?

[From the cockpit, Buson turned to look back, baffled.]

Alright, if it's a fight you want...

[He tried to send the other, free mechanical arm (the one not presently holding the baby dragon!), not to grab anything, but in a simple attempt to swipe at Maul, hoping to bowl him over, unless Maul simply redirects the other arm, too.
He's not sure how he's controlling his chicken walker (what is he, magnetized? Psychic?), but if the whole mecha's out of commission, he might have to make a run for it and rely on his Pokemon.]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul was definitely sporting for a fight now. No one took what belonged to him No one! He kept dragging the chicken walker back towards him, the dragon alternately shrieking as if he was pleading for Maul to rescue him and gnawing on the chicken walker arm with his tiny sharp teeth as if trying to bite right through the metal.

Maul had nearly dragged the entire contraption back over to him when he got bowled over by the other arm, too focused to see it coming with how his attention was on using the Force. When he got up, his temper was raging. Now he was mad. He pulled out his lightsaber, lit both ends, and leapt up high with the intent of slicing right through the chicken walker’s legs when he brought it down.]