>>5284859It isn’t long after your little jape that you four—Glowie well-swaddled and wearing her Amulet of Disguise, the Novice dragging the Junior Novice with a sullen resignation—join the rest of your away-force. They are assembled at the Pit-Guard’s instruction, though the Novices’ higher-born selections seem to resent it, and mill about without discipline in a way that the Pit-Guard is clearly hesitant to correct, for reasons of caste and clan-status. They ALL smarten up when you rriev in your full regalia, though Glowie and the Junior Novice draw looks.
“It is time,” you tell them. “We take the low roads, through our mother earth—through elven territory.”
The Degenerate called ‘Paeris’ and the Serpent Priest who specializes in elvenkind both show interest at this.
“These elves are cunning and devious creatures, but smaller, weaker, and simpler than their surface cousins,” you begin to explain.
“But they use poisons,” the Novice interrupts, “and cultivate insectoid and arachnid allies, of venomous nature. They see in dark as we do, we are told. We do not know their true force.”
You glare at her, silencing her—for now, and with obvious annoyance. She alone knows you lack the authority-of-birth to command a Serpent Priest, or even a Silkscale or Steeltalon.
“We will proceed regardless,” you state. “We are the Master Race. They are outcast elves.”
You pause, considering your next words. Will you engender caution, hesitant safety… Or encourage bold action, confidence, and project strength?
>Proceed with caution and wariness, avoiding conflict where possible>Go boldly forth, banners high and purpose clear 