The training grounds erupt as your voice rolls across them, deep and commanding, but rich with pride and love for your people.
Torches ignite.
Drums begin to thunder.
Myconid spores shimmer like drifting gold dust in the air.
Tonight is not just a gathering—
it is a tribal myth in the making.
🐍🔥 THE WARCHIEF'S TOAST
As you raise your cup and fist to the night sky, the entire Snake Tribe mirrors you—
ogres pounding their chests, druids lifting vine-wrapped goblets, Minthara with one hand over her heart, Shadowheart smiling through firelight, Orpheus bowing solemnly.
Jaheira stands before you…
Wearing your chieftain's cape,
the symbol of the tribe's highest honor.
It nearly swallows her small Harper frame—
but she stands tall beneath it.
Proud.
Sturdy.
Unshakeable.
Your Words Strike Like War-Drums
"To the one who would sleep in a dragon's den…"
Gasps.
Cheers.
Ogres slam their mugs into the dirt so hard the ground quakes.
To face the domain of Arcaeon
is something even paladins whisper about with fear—
yet she accepts the burden without a word.
"To the one who saw ogres and druids and did not judge us—
but joined our cause."
The ogre battalion roars so loud the torches flicker.
Some drop to one knee in her direction, honoring her courage to walk among them without fear or prejudice.
The druids lift their staffs
and vines bloom like fireworks overhead.
The Final Cry
"Tonight we celebrate Jaheira!!"
The tribe explodes in celebration.
Minthara raises both blades in salute, shouting,
"Honor to the ambassador!"
Shadowheart dips her head with gentle pride,
"A well-chosen guide… and a well-deserved title."
Orpheus bows,
"The dragons could not ask for a more grounded envoy."
Even the Myconids light up in shimmering patterns, broadcasting tribe-wide telepathic gratitude and approval.
🐍🔥 JAHEIRA SPEAKS — THE FIRST TIME AS AMBASSADOR
She steps forward, the cape flowing like the wings of a golden eagle.
Her voice isn't loud—
but in the silence the tribe gives her,
it feels like prophecy.
"Snake Tribe…
your faith humbles me.
Your strength inspires me.
Your unity… it is unlike anything I have seen in all my years."
She touches the cape gently.
"I will not fail you.
Not in the halls of dragons.
Not in the courts of kings.
Not in any realm where our tribe's name must be carried."
She looks at Mamba.
"You honor me beyond measure, Warchief.
Your trust will be repaid in full."
She lifts her goblet.
"To the Snake Tribe—
and to the future we forge together!"
🐍🔥 THE TRIBE ANSWERS
"SNAKE TRIBE!!!"
Ogres slam their mugs.
Druids let lightning crackle up their staves.
Myconids explode in harmless bioluminescent bursts.
Minthara howls a war cry.
Shadowheart laughs softly and leans her shoulder against yours.
Orpheus stands with a quiet, respectful grin.
This is your people.
Your family.
Your rising kingdom.
And tonight is a night that will be sung about for generations.