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Though the Star Chamber is reserves for grandest and most pivotal ceremonies, and locked against non-Serpent Priests in-between such events, there are other chapels in the Forward Base. In your more troubled and tumultuous youth, you would sometimes go to such places, praying for help and guidance. Well… You have had guidance, now after a fashion, but it has only raised further questions. What on the Gods’ Own Earth did all that nonsense MEAN?!
“A reckoning is coming,” you mutter, recalling your apparent mother’s words.
Whatever this is about, it sounds important, and like you are at the centre of it. You need to understand, and plan. Preparation is nine-tenths of the conquest, as they say! You do not wish to be interrupted, either. Thus, you descend into a most abandoned and forgotten quarter just outside of the forward-base proper, where you once went to be alone with your thoughts and prayers: the Abandoned Chapel.
Half-collapsed statues to gods and demigods are erected here. You follow a coiled, lovingly-detailed tail which encircles the space: that of Ouroboros, the Dark God who it I said set the cycles of the world in motion, and to who the future is already past, and to who the present shall come again… Whatever all that means. You were always more interested in matters draconic than theological.
You stake out your usual preferred altar to kneel, and to begin your chanting. As is Glorious Tradition, they rise in volume, increase in speed, until you are making ululating supplications. You beseech the aid of a god, calling out for <Guidance>
