Hill truly hadn't expected his luck-bound constitution to be so useful in Toril as well. After all, the blessing he had received came from Telashir's Nature Consciousness.
But this also made him realize something: even without all the enhanced buffs from his own world, his luck was still pretty strong.
Maybe that was why people who loved to smile were never too unlucky?
Hill couldn't help wiping away cold sweat that wasn't there... Amaunator's Holy Grail must have suffered terribly during this time.
Daurgothoth's magical experiments might have sounded rather low-class, but in reality, who knew how many Archmages in Toril had been watching this Dracolich's experiments? Even Mystra was quite interested.
After all, it was the grand pursuit of regaining the pleasures of life through magic. If he truly succeeded, the Goddess of Magic might even happily allow him to become Toril's greatest magical creature.
Those Dracoliches would place him upon an altar and worship him... Even after becoming bones, he could still have descendants, and descendants he gave birth to himself at that. The faith he gained would probably be enough to make Daurgothoth a new dragon god.
Even the Chromatic Dragon Queen would have to bow to him... Her increasingly aged, increasingly infertile mates could finally be useful again.
But for that proud Holy Grail, contributing its power for such a goal... was simply the greatest humiliation of its life as a cup.
Once Hill saw who its new master was, he felt certain that the cup would willingly let itself be taken by the Drow, even if that meant it would be much harder to command Aikber's followers in Calimshan afterward.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, the cup simply couldn't endure a life soaked in certain liquids from a dragon... If it hadn't suddenly