>>5360430>>5360427>>5360383>>5360300>>5360299>>5360206>>5360191>>5360185>>5360630Your first order of business isn’t even in question: you hurry through the halls, past your chamber, to pay your elder ‘brother’ a visit. It has been too long! So often, while meditating n the makings of a True Dragon King, you have lamented his absence, missed his steadying presence and titanic example. After all, unlike you he was MADE from the stuff of dragonkind, generated alchemically from the very blood of the Great Green Dragon who once ruled the field and forests which now make up the realm of Hawksong’s Paladin King. And now? Now, you have a chance to make him even greater than he was before!
You find the Green Dragonborn longing in his great chamber, upon the arrangement of rough-cut stones which forms his tremendous-but-simple throne. He is lounging, as you so often find him, in a state of calm repose. His harem of Silkscale females—to small to mate with for such a creature as he, but still pleasing t o the eye and talented in other arts than pleasure—are massaging oil into his scales, while he rumbles appreciatively.
“Great One!” you call out to him.
“Hurrm?” he grumbles, opening his eyes. “Back already?”
You’re almost hurt, but he quickly rises to greet you, and you can quickly tell he IS happy to see you returned and well. You suppose that when you have lived as long as he has—so often in total solitude, without mental stimulation, so that days must pass like years already—the span of ninety-odd days must seem like almost nothing. He shows a polite interest with he need not, given his station, as you regale him with a (only somewhat sanitized and redacted) account of your adventures as a dark prophet and dragon-king in the making.
“And that is not all!” you whisper, waving the smooth and distractingly oil-shined Silkscales away.
As with Jazkarmel the Princess, you find their appeal more easily ignored than in your virgin years, now that you have regularly sampled the fruits of your dwarven servant… Though less so, after you last few rests apart from your Herbalist. You try not to dwell on that burgeoning sense of attachment.
Instead, you tell the Great One of your greatest discovery: a means by which to cure his ailing mind!
Your brother’s reaction is not quite what you’d hoped. As with many fine details of your story, he at first seems to only half-understand it. You suppose that is precisely WHY the Green Knight’s stolen Diadem of Clarity is so very valuable: it can bring some measure of order to the Green Dragonborn’s mind, warped and stunted by the human fleshweaver who created him, then isolated and abused him. When you make him understand what is on offer, however, he reacts fearfully.
“Nnnn,” he groans, reeling back and narrowing his eyes. “God go… In brraiun? Nnnn. No. Do not wuhant that.”
