>>5680065While war rages in the mountains above, there is quiet in the underdark below. It is a welcome respite—the small party of four (plus one dearly departed kobold) has had no shortage of excitement as of late. You thank the Dark Gods for seeing fit to grant you <Guidance> away from any further danger.
You are called by many names and titles, most of them self-appointed. Champion. Knight Ascendant. Dark Prophet. Prince of Love. Copper Dragon King of Bloodrise. Theral. Long Wang.
You are the DRAGONBORN ANTIPALADIN, and you are almost home.
You are recently of Hawksong, where you wore the skin and name of ‘Long Wang’, the eastern exorcist and adventurer. In this guise, you seduced and wed the very daughter of the city’s Paladin King Archos: Ekaterine, your Beloved One. She travels with you now, troubled by the truth of your no-longer-hidden Reptilian nature, but still bound to you by chains of love… And by the divinely-blessed baby you planted within her upon your wedding night.
Also alongside you is your other Beloved One, your first love and perhaps closest ally, the Novice Fleshweaver. She, like your human mate, is rather cross with you at the moment. The reasons are myriad, and you can’t necessarily deny the legitimacy of some of her grievances: you tarried long in Hawksong, took many risks in the name of your love for another; you have made many bold (but necessary!) changes to the old social order which grants her prestige and privilege, and plan to make many more.
Most recently, you led your retinue deliberately into danger to dispense with a troublesome ‘ally’ who was truly meant to be your usurper and supervisor, appointed by the Serpent Priest caste which has long ruled your Master Race during your people’s exile in darkness, and which fear the brave you world you plan to bring about—a world where you can stride the surface as kings and queens, and bring glorious Darkness to the sunlit world above! Of course, it was this detour which proved deadly to poor little Ivno—the kobold who your half-human retainer Oluwadamilre the Archer now carries in a bundle upon his back, that you might repatriate his body to his people in Bloodrise. It also resulted in the capture, traumatically claustrophobic entrapment, and battery of all of you… hence the tense atmosphere of your grim procession back home.
Hm. Well, they can’t stay mad forever, right?
