>>5534572Your sons share your boldness, by and large. They show greatest excitement for the forest. You can’t blame them, either—the best game is there, the verdant oak-and-spruce forests below the sun-drenched spires of your kingdom are beautiful hunting grounds. Each dawn, gazing out at that expanse, you wish it was more entirely yours, and that you had the freedom to explore them more fully.
Well, today is the day!
“Very well,” you tell the Wyrm Princes, to a chatter of clacking mandibles and happy hums. “The forest!”
You lead the procession of your monstrous progeny down through the kobold-worn footpaths. You were never a master of stealth or tracking, alas, and the Fearsome Presence of you and your sons puts off many small game—they sense you coming and flee before you can even set eyes on them.
In short: a nice nature hike with your children, but hardly a HUNT.
“Whatever beasts remain will be more impressive, though.”
You look over at Hamaraska, who has accompanied you. The Lancer shrugs.
“I could go flush out something simpler, but if the Wyrms are hunting together… Simple, small, or weak prey will be no challenge once it is in range.”
A fair point. You are glad to have brought the dark elf, for they know bugs in general—and Glowie’s children in particular—better than anyone else except their mother… And Glowie is far too large and cumbersome these days for extended woodland hikes, much to her disappointment. She simply requested that you visit her once more before you depart on your mission to the northern forward base—a request you were happy enough to acquiesce to.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a pang of your <Danger Sense>--the spark of divination-driven reflex that forces your mind to empty and your muscles to move before you even know what is happening. You flatten out, as something unexpected sails through the air above you, barreling through the space you just occupied. It is…
