Rolled 7, 11, 5, 6 = 29 (4d20)
>>5611955>>5611901>>5611852>>5611845>>5611817>>5611816>>5611790>>5611762The mission is not yet complete. Whatever is going on in the Bloodrise, well… You trust your lieutenants, your apprentice, your troops. If things become TRULY dire, you have no doubt that the halls of power in Hawksong will echo with the tales of it—THEN, perhaps, you can render aid. But for now?
Your affliction persists. Your mission is incomplete. There is yet more to be done.
“Gentlemen,” you begin “Perhapsss we have gotten off on the wrong foot, but the fault isss mine. You ssee, I have not been fully truthful about my identity.”
Immediately, the brothers are on guard once more. Rufos even begins to draw his sword, to his elder brother’s surprise.. You put a hand up, though, forestalling violence.
“There isss no need to be alarmed,” you reassure the pair of princes. “I am no foe. Rather, I have been merely PRETENDING to be a commoner. I am, in actuality, a great leader of my people. From among them, the godsss chose me to sseek out the great Paladinsss of the Wesst.”
“…To what end?” asks Alexos, while his silent younger brother merely stares with acute disbelief painetd across his features.
“Initially? I came with an offer of allianccce, if you were all you were sssaid to be. You are, and sso I ofer my aid. To show I am genuine, I will teach you the waysss by which I diviend the demon—jussst as I would have if I lossst our little ssparring match.”
“Generous,” the Crown Prince says, dryly, clearly suspecting something more at play.
Rufos makes it explicit: “You said ‘initially’. So circumstances have changed. You now have NEW demands.”
“Ekaterine.”
