>>5745389Ever since you disregarded a direct order from the Serpent Ascendant, the Dark God of Glorious Bloodshed to whom you pledged your undying loyalty, you have felt… Off. The sensation has only worsened since you agreed, under oath and in the name of that same God of Prideful Conquest, to always and forever place the needs of Hawksong’s people—now YOUR people, with your wife soon to be formally coronated QUEEN Ekaterine—before even the Dark Gods.
Within your breast, the once-bound spirit of the Red Dragon King—your noble and uncompromising ancestor-of-yore—roils and rouses. Divine guidance alludes you, as the Feathered Serpent God whom you have served refuses to return your meditative missives.
You dream of fire. You, mostly dreamless for much of your life, now routine wake clutching your chest, your mind flashing with the sight and sound of a recurring nightmare wherein your draconic firelung swells, and burns, and finally explodes forth in an act of spontaneous combustion which leaves only your crown-helm intact, upon the brow of another.
The coronation of Queen Ekaterine is a month away. The birth of her child—YOUR child, albeit not your firstborn—is likely to take place shortly thereafter, given her abdominal swelling and usual human gestation periods.
What is a Dragonborn Antipaladin to do?
>You must discover the source of your spiritual malady, and address it—a journey to the deep places where the Master Race worships will help you find your centre and commune with the Gods>You must be here for your Hawksong Queen, as her Prince-Consort and her loyal husband and protector, and to prepare for the coronation>You will swallow your pride and turn to your embittered enemies (but also your wife’s avowed servants) for aid—the Holy order of Hawksong, AKA the Paladins>Write-inprevious threads and the successor quest are at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=reptoidqm 