>>5529687>>5529709>>5530021>>5530431>>5530808>>5530862The techniques you wielded against the Wenevore Drow will work just a well against the Master Race, you decide. Why shouldn’t they? Your speechcraft has already made you popular among the lowborn and Degenerate in the past; it will be child’s play to persuade them that your empire of (relative) egalitarianism will provide them a brighter future. And as for the Serpent Priests… Well, you are a Knight Ascendant, servant of the Serpent Ascendant. If they can’t recognize a GENINE DRAGONBORN ANTIPALADIN in the flesh, are they REALLY priestly to begin with?
If worse comes to worst, you know your ‘brother’ and first friend, the Great Green Dragonborn, will have your back. You have missed him this last year… You look forward to seeing him again, and together making a place where he can roam free, fly high, and truly live up to his ancestral potential!
The Novice blanches at your plan when you tell her of it, which surprises you a little. She is rather transgressive, ESPECIALLY for a female. Is she really so easily frightened by the thought of defying her father?
“Idiot!” she pronounces you. “You know I am not. Do you not remember our first meeting with him, together, before we departed on this farce?”
‘Farce?’ Well, you know she doesn’t mean it. She is clearly a believer in your mission, if not always your methods. She simply spits venom when upset, as a viper. You ignore it.
“The problem,” she clarifies, “is the rest of the priesthood. Do you really think they won’t invoke the Dark Gods themselves—the Lawgiver ESPECIALLY—to put down this little rebellion?”
“I am not rebelling,” you are quick to point out. “I am EXPLAINING why our path is the correct one.”
“Fool.”
You bristle a little, but you quickly calm yourself. Instead of bickering, you step forward, and take her in your arms. She struggles, but only weakly and momentarily, before leaning into you.
“You have come to enjoy being held,” you note.
“…You are warm,” she admits, but nothing more. She refuses to meet your eyes.
“We will be fine,” you reassure her.
“The other Dragonborn will have hatched,” she notes, quietly. “A few months ago.”
