If Hill had known that these Chromatic Dragons were about to head for Toril's other continents, he might have understood why Ao had not sent the Lalakonde Continent back to Abeir.
Perhaps Ao had once considered it. After all, they were all children of the Nine-Faced Dragon God, the troublemakers responsible for the terrible losses suffered by the Primordials he had wanted to preserve.
Ao had no desire to let them enjoy the good life on Toril.
But with the Undead ranging across Faerûn and the Kingdom of Thay holed up in its own territory, hardly daring to make a move—especially after a certain lord had swept up everything that might have plunged the continent into chaos—Ao could only use these dragons to stir up trouble.
What else could he do?
On the normal Path of Fate, the decades following Edna's return to the Magic Weave should have been one of Toril's most turbulent periods. Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, needed to demonstrate her power and compassion.
Yet Toril was now unbelievably peaceful, even on the continent of Faerûn!
The Undead's presence had also wiped out those low-level, high-numbers bandit gangs that had once been so useful.
On Faerûn, never mind the Metallic Dragons and Gem Dragons—even the Chromatic Dragons were staying obediently in their own territories, without the slightest urge to go out raiding!
And that was despite their neighbors being unable to hold their city walls.
Ao looked around and found that only Abeir's Chromatic Dragons, who had yet to take a proper beating, could still run wild for a while.
As for whether Edna would deploy the Undead, that devastating weapon... Was there any question? Of course she would!
Rather than appear in person, all elegance and smiles and hopeful expectation, to ask her Chosen and the