>>5547860“And then we join the war, coming to their aid as we reveal ourselves?” the Chaplain asks, drumming talons on his desk and craning his neck over it. “This is where you lose me. Our forces are still limited, even with your amassed slave-troops in Blodorise.”
They aren’t slave-troops, not really, but you don’t bother to correct him.
Instead, you say: “That is where the Greatworms come in.”
“Ah, yes, the worms,” the Chaplains recalls with distaste and skepticism. “These crawling… THINGS… Which you say are the product of the Dark Gods?”
“I have had it confirmed for me,” you say, carefully failing to mention that the original purpose of Glowie’s race was to replace and supplant your own.
You also neglect to mention your hybrid children, as your spawn or otherwise. Your sons are mighty for their age, of course, but the hunt prior to your departure confirmed that they are no more ready for deployment than these ‘True Dragonborn’ of the Fleshweavers… Curiously RED ones, you are told?
“They are worthy of such a war?” the Chaplain presses.
You hesitate. To your knowledge, only the Queen has any great physical prowess in battle, in terms of defensive exoskeleton or grasping hands. The rest, large and small, primarily employ sticky silken traps, wave tactics, and their toxic fangs to defeat their foes… And have never done so on the scale of a military campaign.
“They have potential,” you answer to mask your uncertainty. “Since I discovered and allied with them, they have been integral is transporting materials and messages between my troops… And even as far as this forward base.”
The Chaplain seems shocked to learn of their proximity to his own operations… And, again, impressed.
