>>5445858Sensing you have declined to continue, Death fades. Almost imperceptibly, the shadows cast by the candle before you flicker, shift, and change. The slight breeze which shifted the flame and swirled the smoke now ceases, and the candle sputters to its end.
“What was all… THAT?” Sengar eventually asks, when you have finished re-packaging your ritual materials.
“The God of Death is pleased with us,” you explain.
You go on to elaborate upon his oaths and offered opportunities. The Drow remain wary of the prospect of committing eternally to any divinity, but those converts to your faith each take it in turn to bow their heads and utter words of gratitude in their simple, mammalian tongue. You know that, in time and as the Dark Gods prove their worth and your influence in their society grows, this initial reluctance will be tempered. Like the candle’s flame, their resistance will fade, dim, and die.
As the others return to their atheist allies to partake in the blood-red mushroom wine, Hamaraska lingers.
“You did not tell them everything,” the perceptive Centipede Lancer notes, eliciting a sharp look of reproach from you.
“I do not mean to pry,” the dark elf adds. “But you were clearly… Upset with your god.”
What do you do?
>Admonish Hamaraska for questioning the Dark Gods>Thank Hamaraska for their concern, but dismiss them—you need to be alone>Confide in Hamaraska, and relieve yourself of this solitary burden>Join the other Drow in their revelry, and drown your sorrows in mushroom-wine and their raucous singing and dancing>Write-in[Final vote of the thread! After that, I'm going to party hardy for Halloween weekend, and I'll return sometime next week with Volume 6!]
Sorry the pace of updates slowed lately, but it seems like people are still sticking around, so that's good! 