D6x6 Wiggly Wyms

I like to imagine that if dragons are like Mr. Brady then wyrms are like Homer Simpson.

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D6	What even are wyrms?
1	The clutch of Eden’s serpent, bloated with rancid potency from the fallen Fruit of Life.
2	Dragons who have committed the most grievous crimes their kind is capable of, and so been punished by the severance of their limbs and casting into the earth.
3	Leviathanic living war machines bred by some forgotten demigod when the stars were young.
4	Wizards’ towers that have been tipped over, the melange of mystic reagents mixed in their guts transforming them into living monsters.
5	Ascended masters of a cult that worships serpentine deities.
6	A lonely branch of the annelid phylum, grown strange and immense in the subterrene vaults beyond the reach of light and enlightened reason.

D6	This wyrm has
1	a floppy crest like a deflated rooster's.
2	fangs that curve the wrong way, peeling its lips back from its mouth.
3	a smattering of ingrown and swollen scales.
4	a hole-ridden fleshy sail along the spines down its back.
5	a dinky, spiky rattle on the tip of its tail.
6	milky-cataract eyes with pale shapes wriggling within them.

D6	This wyrm wants
1	the roc that’s been eyeing it hungrily when it’s surfaced to be taken care of.
2	adequate tribute to be secured from the aristocratic family that’s put the wyrm on its coat of arms.
3	a song about its defeat at the hands of a legendary hero to be overtaken in popularity by a song about a victory of its own.
4	to woo a prince or princess, but it lacks the personal charm to pull that off by itself.
5	to figure out what sort of treasures it can actually be bothered to hoard.
6	to surveil the world fron a grand perspective, whether suspended from a blimp or whatever else.

D6	This wyrm’s poison
1	is contained in its drool, and corrodes metals it touches into leaden slag, including iron in blood.
2	seeps into its breath, and petrifies the lungs of those who inhale it.
3	is mixed with its bile and vomited onto its enemies, keeping victims alive and in agony well past the point they should've died, and allowing the wyrm to resculpt their flesh.
4	flows through its body, infused into its blood, and induces catastrophic, prophetic visions in those who absorb it through their skin.
5	is concentrated in its droppings and afflicts the flies that eat them, turning them into heat-seeking bags of exploding gas.
6	can be radiated out by its glare, and renders victims exceptionally sensitive to temperature, causing them to blister near a candle-flame and shiver in a breeze.

D6	This wyrm’s personality
1	is phlegmatic - it’s contemplative and slimy.
2	is sanguine - it's awkwardly flirtatious and prone to flighty passions.
3	is melancholic - it’s prone to misery at the slightest obstacle, and loves to make miserable company.
4	is choleric - it’s spicy, provocative and easy to provoke.
5	is ectoplasmic - it’s cryptic, morbid, and obsessed with mysteries, riddles, and the occult.
6	is osseous - it's brittle and bare.

D6	This wyrm's lair
1	was painstakingly licked out by it from a cave of giant salt crystals.
2	is an ancient city that collapsed underground after exhausting the aquifer it was built on - helped along by the wyrm's burrowing.
3	is in the guts of a mummified titan.
4	is old bootlegger tunnels it reclaimed.
5	is an abandoned harbourside warehouse of a failed merchant company, its goods sparse and moldering.
6	lies under the open sky, a squiggly petroglylh of chalk trails in the dust.