Dealing With Dragons (Sashamiri War Table Assignment)

[overharrowed]

WHO: Dick, Barrow, Diabhall, Aleksei and Emet-Selch
WHAT: Time for a (respectful) dragon disection.
WHEN: Vaguely backdated to "when there isn't an invasion of the undead."
WHERE: The Wounded Coast
NOTES: Potential for gooey but not gory descriptions of dragon parts. Other warnings added as needed.

The Wounded Coast has its own sort of beauty, for those who can appreciate it. When the weather is clear, the sun on the water paints the rocks and scrub in a striking light. The landscape is made all the more striking by the dragon corpse, stowed there by the griffons who transported it to the Riftwatch-adjacent location from where an earlier mission secured it.

Before the current team arrives, it has been lightly guarded, on the theory that very few people have the resources to steal an entire dragon corpse. The Riftwatch scouts have mainly kept smaller operations from plundering it for leather and other supplies. Time and weather have done a little damage, as the invasion of the Free Marches delayed the intended beginning of study. Still, on the whole, the dragon is in reasonably good shape. Other than the wounds that killed it and the effects of age, it is a decent specimen of its kind.

They have their work cut out for them; it's a large dragon. At least the weather is nice.

Comments

[arkitect]

[When he's not working on the dissection itself, or assisting with lyrium experiments-- Emet-Selch can be found with notes in hand rather than tools, looking over his compatriots' efforts and occasionally writing something down. Occasionally sketching more than writing, as well; he's creating diagrams where he can, laying out the creature's anatomy, adding whatever information about it he deems of interest.

(He is less inclined to be elbow-deep in the dragon's corpse if he can at all help it, preferring to work at extremities and to aid in experimental matters over getting himself covered in dragon guts. Blood and viscera don't deter him, really, he'll break into it where he needs to; he just seems perfectly content to let others do the dirtiest of the work, and keeps busy enough that he certainly isn't dodging work as a whole. He's just otherwise occupied here, thanks.)

When it comes to actually testing its resistance to the lyrium, of course he's there to lend a hand and observe, but he says to whoever he's working with:]

I suppose its handling will be best left to you. [The tone of that is somewhat dry.] But something detached first, I should think. Best not to begin at the very heart of the creature.