>>5315295For a moment, all is silence. The candle flickers, but no differently than it did before. You consider that the ritual has failed. But… No, maybe it is just that the guidance it offers is more like <Guidance>, a boost to your divination abilities? You try reaching out with your mind and—
>What. Have. YOU. DONE?!You are almost knocked prone by the force of the rage, the explosion of anger and intense heat which explodes from the candle, the flame of which flares up into an improbable and unnatural (or SUPERnatural, you suppose) bonfire. The voice, the aura… It is decidedly oppressive, and overwhelming. It is also, you feel, male.
“…Serpent Ascendant, Champion of those Who Strive?”
>Try again, DEGENERATE FOOL.“The Persecutor of the Weak,” you realize to your dismay, stomach knotting. “Giver of Law, Taker of Lives, Keeper of Genealogies…”
>And PRESERVER OF BOUNDARIES AND BARRIERS, who YOU are in EVER-WORSENING violation of. Yes, it is I.You prostrate yourself. What else is there to do.
>ANSWER my question, SLUDGE-BORN CREATURE. What have you DONE?!“I—”
>I WILL TELL YOU. What you have DONE is RUINED the legacy which your mother DIED FOR. And for WHAT? WHY?!How do you answer?
>You merely did as the Mother of Dragons requested>You do not see the harm—you are already a mongrel, so what is one more admixture?>It was a moment of weakness, and you wish to atone and make it right>Wait… What is this about your mother?>It is not heresy, and you will not repent>Write-in 