Page 1250 - But Fear Themselves

Scrapped lines:
Rainbow Dash/Gallus: Ugh, he’s that kind of guy…
Applejack/Sandbar: And here I was thinking you’d agree with him.
Rainbow Dash/Gallus: Yeah, but that’s entry-level stuff. If you actually say something like that out loud, then that just shows what a poser you are.

Anyway, we’ve got another entry in the tale of The Forgotten Ones! We find out if we can survive about fifty goblins’ worth of chaos that may or may not have been started by the actions of a mysterious dashing rogue. (Is this what it’s like to be the agent of chaos…?)
Spudventures - The Forgotten Ones, Session 7: Podcast | Video

DM: Yona, you find yourself in a maze of dark, dusty, cobweb-riddled passages. Like no one’s been down here for decades.
Yona (FS): Alright, Yona, just think this through… It’s just like in Yona’s lessons. It’s a test! Teachers say, if villain or dungeon want to trap you, prepare to face worst fear.
DM: It’s a bit metagamey, but I’ll allow it. That’s actually pretty reasonable for an adventuring school to teach.
Yona (FS): But what could yak possibly fear? Yaks strong! Yaks just smash anything that frightens yak! So worst fear must be something un-smashable… Or no matter how much yak smash it, there always more… …Yona may have answered own question.
DM: Fascinating. We’ll get back to you in a second. Smolder. You’re also in a maze of twisting passages that seem to loop and spiral around a central point. The crystals on the walls form delicate, intricate patterns.
Smolder (RT): I use my wings to get around swiftly. The words you chose earlier were “the insecurities of our species.” I assume that means for a dragon, what paralyzes them is not so much a matter of “fear.”
DM: One of the tunnels leads you to the central chamber. And unlike the rest of this cavern, this is conspicuously an actual room. A fancifully decorated room, at that. Like a study or a dining room, furnished in bright and pastel colors.
Smolder (RT): …Oh no.
DM: But more on that in a minute. Ocellus, you’re in a cave that reminds you of the changeling hive back home. But it’s all wrong. There’s a sickly green glow coming off everything, and… You’re pretty sure there are bodies in some of the cocoons. From behind you, two other changelings approach. But they’re not like you. They’re all-black, covered in armor-like chitin plating, and their limbs have hollow holes through them.
Ocellus (TS): What are you supposed to be, then? Shadow changelings? Dark changelings? Evil changelings?
Changeling 1: Uh, what are you talking about? We’re normal changelings.
Changeling 2: Yeah, not like those love-sharing pansies who turned all colorful. Also, evil is a matter of perspective.