>>5500445>Another 13>Bonus for choosing a smart option, bonus for your last critical, resulting in a narrow successThe fire spreads from the collapsing husk of the troll, up the strands of Glowie’s cocoon and surrounding silk. It reaches for you with all the Necromancer’s channeled hostility, and you step back to avoid its clutches, watching the unlife leave its dull eyes until they blister and burst. Only then, certain that it is not going to rise again, do you turn to leave.
You hurry up the tunnel, and shortly rejoin Glowie and her bundled offspring. The smoke has begun to billow out behind you from the blaze filling the chamber and choking you all. You gesture for Glowie to drop lower, below the worst of it, while you wield the last of your strength and magic to deliver a power <Earth Tremor> to the stone barricade you earlier erected. The hellhound thereby crushed now tumbles down, not dead but limp with injury; you ignore it for the moment to usher the great-worm and your spawn to safety.
But that does raise a question… What shall you do about this clan of arthropod abominations? You are fond of Glowie, even in her current shape, but to all but the Novice and a select few of Jazkarmel’s Drow, she has only ever appeared in a now-defunct Reptilian disguise. She is too large for the Amulet of Disguise to work its glamour now, to say nothing of the children…
And the ‘children’ are, indeed, an entirely separate matter. Clad in fuzzy coats of hair resembling nothing so much as your own youthful red locks, before your recent transformations darkened them to a bronzey brown. That is perhaps easily excused, but the traitorous Necromancer spoke true: as they unfurl, each of them bears an elongated, toothy maw, not unlike your own handsome quasi-draconic visage, albeit with two pairs of unsettling insectoid eyes each, and the addition of venomous barbs to either side of their queerly-grinning mouths. They look at you with an expression of confusion and curiosity, and you look back upon your sprog with… Ambivalence.
“Dragon King,” Glowie hums proudly, “meet your princezzz!”
How will you explain THIS?
>Introduce Glowie as Bloodrise’s queen, and formalize your alliance and legitimize the ‘wyrm princes’ as your heirs in Bloodrise>Acknowledge Glowie as your mate, and the ‘wyrmlings’as your bastards… But not your heirs>Spin a similar excuse to that which you offered Hapo, admitting to heretical experimentation with sacred dragon remains, but not unauthorized and abhorrent interspecies breeding>Pin the draconic appearance of the wyrmlings on the mysterious intervention of the Dark Gods [may have consequences, as the Gods are always listening]>Have Glowie and the wyrmlings hang back, lurking in the shadows until such time as you arrive in Bloodrise and can secret them away>Write-in 