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The frozen north is an inhospitable place, but Tik Tik has vowed that she would travel to the ends of the world to find all the secrets of the arcane and erotic. So, sitting in her magically-propelled sled, Tik Tik lays back, reading her favorite tome, checking on everything she can on the great dragon that lives up here. The mysterious writer had said much about a reclusive dragon who made his home up in the northern extreme of the world. Being one of the oldest dragons in the world means that he must have many secrets to share, and, if the author had written on him, perhaps he would be interested in seeing the additions that Tik Tik had brought to the book.

Without her urging, the sled slows to a stop, and the biting cold hits Tik Tik like the blast from a mage's attack. The kobold shudders and checks on the magical aura of her sled, only to feel her blood run cold as she realizes the nature of the problem. She has slid right into an antimagic field. "S... Stupid!" she curses herself. "No mundane means of warmth... only used... magic..."

So sudden is the shock to her system that she falls, losing consciousness as snow accumulates over her dead sled.

The crackling of a fire is the first thing that Tik Tik hears when oblivion fades away. The kobold mage hops up, glancing around the room. She's in an impressive stone room with a fireplace and rather nicely-kept furniture. The bed she is in is warm and soft, and the blankets are freshly washed. She slips out of the bed, finding herself nude, yet not alone.

Sitting in a dark corner of the room is a humanoid male, dressed up in a ruffled shirt with a low-cut top, his chest and musculature impressive underneath. He sits with one leg crossed over the other, looking down at the book upon his lap. He flips through the pages, but soon glances upward. His face is decidedly draconic, the frills on his crown like a majestic headpiece made of icicles while those under his chin like a pointed beard, well-trimmed and distinguished. He closes the book, placing it down on a table, and stands up.

Instantly, Tik Tik falls to her knees, bowing her head before the master of the house, knowing instantly who he is. "T... Treandalode, the w-wise... and the ruthless" she says, in the yipping kobold variety of the draconic tongue. "It... it is a great honor to be here with you..."

The dragon brushes his scaled fingers over the book's cover, looking over to it, not regarding the kobold at first. "I have to wonder where you got this from, little one. Such a repository of knowledge is not for the lesser races, yet you've been carrying it with you all the way up here. Is this an offering to me?"

Tik Tik gasps, looking up to him. "N-no, lord! That's my book. It's where I've learned all my spells. It's where I've put all of my research, it's..."

He raises his hand, and she lifts up off the ground, as if he had picked her up under her arms. Curling a finger toward himself, the kobold is drawn to him him and he cups her as if he would a child.

Tik Tik's heart thumps as she's cradled by the dragon, and he smiles down at her. "Such spunk you have, little one," he says. "Perhaps I shall let you keep this wondrous tome, but only if you do something for me in return."

Tik Tik brings her hands up to her mouth, her tail wagging excitedly. Service a dragon? That's a dream come true! "Anything, oh great Treandalode! Just tell me and I shall do it for you!"

Treandalode barks a boisterous laugh as magical energy fills the room. Soon, the two are whisked away to a magnificent ballroom. There, the dragon puts her down and falls upon his hands and knees. With a powerful roar, the dragon's cold magical energy suffices the chamber, knocking Tik Tik and her book tumbling backwards. Soon, what was once a humanoid figure rises high up to the height of the ceiling, showing the colossal being in all of its glory.

"Little one!" The massive dragon shouts, staring down at her. "Open the book and recite the passage of the solstice transposition!"

Tik Tik fumbles through the pages, soon seeing exactly what was on there. "O... oh great Treandalode... this spell, it's..."

The dragon's eyes glow a bright icy blue and Tik Tik feels something tickling at her core. The kobold is left slack-jawed as she falls upon the floor, her cheek upon one page of the book. She squeals as her hands rush down between her legs, trying to alleviate herself, but the dragon's magic sends her just near the edge. No matter how hard her fingers try to quell the tide of need, it is no use.

So, she recites the words, and Treandalode raises his arms to the sky, proclaiming to the very multiverse that he would have a convergence of the sexiest beings in need of a good lay on this eve in the beginning of winter.

They arrived from all over. Some of them came from the world that Tik Tik and Treandalode reside in, others from worlds very similar, yet not quite the same. There were kobolds aplenty, ranging in all shapes and sizes and vocations, from adventurers to scientists to warriors to servants.

There came a pair of humans, from a world more technologically advanced, yet far more mundane, bringing with them a special bed, an artifact from their world.

There came other humanoids, strong and smart and other beings small and meek. Good and righteous, evil and dastardly, they flood the ballroom, each of them confused or astonished.

There even appear two more dragons, though their deific nature even outshines Treandalode's magnificence. They watch from the sidelines, waiting to see what he would say.