Rolled 16, 16, 3, 8 = 43 (4d20)
>>5271767>>5271768>>5271793>>5271839>>5271828>>5271789>>5271774>>5271781The next best thing to a Dark God, you rationalize, is a Dragon King—their champions, their emissaries in aeons past. As such, the correct course of action is exactly what you would have been doing anyway—hanging out with your elder brother, the Green Dragonborn!
You return to his chamber, excitement overflowing almost immediately as soon a you see your oldest friend and confidante. You blurt out the entire incident—the studying of the scroll, the resultant vision, the visit to the shrine… The feeling, even now, that history has its eyes on you. It’s uncanny—you shudder with dread as much as anticipation.
“Hrm,” he notes, nodding along.
You’re… Not entirely certain how much the Great One understands of it. He’s never demonstrated any religiosity but, then, he is scarcely even incorporated into Reptilian society. He spends almost all his time in this room, or being examined by Fleshweavers, or demonstrating his capabilities in controlled conditions. As the two of you shuffle in back-to-back and shut your eyes, allowing your spiritual communion to commence, you reflect on how… SAD it is, for a winged behemoth like your brother—a natural KING of scalykind—to be trapped in a few small-for-him spaces and consigned to the shameful role of non-combatant curiosity...
