Kyburz tucked in his wings and followed the kobolds through the portcullis. In the courtyard beyond, a great green shape stood before the gathering kobolds. The copper dragon kept his eyes on the thing's rolling form. "Is that-?" he wondered silently as he entered the courtyard. Indeed, it was.

"I, Brynmor the Hungry, of Boann Wood, welcome you to my domain, newcomer. Please, approach."

Kyburz stood in awe of the great being before him. The dragon was over a hundred feet away, laying on the ground, and yet still towering over him. His hide was a great blob of fat: billowing, rolling, folding, sinking, bulging... It was a sight he could never prepare for. Reluctantly, he approached the great dragon, leaving behind the large gathering of kobolds. His eyes quickly surveyed Brynmor's body. Clearly, he was a dragon of the chromatic variety, as the large one's body was not as lustrous as his own. It was smooth scaled, in fact, smooth enough on his underbelly that it could compare to the texture of a mountain of uncooked dough (Though incredibly heavy with draconic mass). Brynmor's chest sagged in wide humps that supported a neck, which was fat enough, to bunch up against his bulbous cheeks. Two great wings stretched vertically behind his back, though they clearly were incapable of lifting this fattened draconic heap from the earth. Kyburz stopped, seating himself before the great dragon. Wrinkles of age adorned the great dragon's face as it stared down upon him. His neck folds bulged as his head lowered.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Kyburz."

"Well met, Kyburz. What brings a copper dragon into my lands?"

"I consider myself a wanderer, looking to find my place in the world."

"A wanderer, many can relate to that title. Any wanderers are welcome to enter my domain, Kyburz. We should celebrate the occasion. I invite you to join us for a feast... You will find great hospitality among my kobolds and myself."

Kyburz is intrigued by the offer, and also intimidated. Obviously, a feast with such a massively fattened dragon would be far grander than any he would find among common folk. At the same time, he may literally be served more than he can chew. He is yet unfamiliar with Brynmor, and to not finish one's portions may not set a good first impression. And yet, declining this invitation would not set a good first impression either. He toiled with the two choices, before finally stating his decision.

"I would be honored to join you in feasting, Brynmor."

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It is happening! Kyburz has finally met Brynmor face to face. Of course, he is completely awestruck by the immense form of the elder dragon. And now, he has an invitation to a feast with the great hungry Brynmor, one that he could never decline. Will he bite off more than he can chew? It is very likely, but he will go along anyways... Stay tuned!

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Experimented with Brynmor yet again. Really wanted to exaggerate the dough-like body he sports. I used line, speckles, and shading to help achieve this look, and I'm very satisfied with the result. Brynmor looks like a sagging cake here. It also helps convey the fact that he is hundreds of years older than Kyburz.

Was supposed to have this done last night, but procrastination got a hold over me. I shall start the next part tomorrow!
(I wasn't planning on making this a sequence, but its shaping up to be one anyway

Art & characters: kyburz