>>5318000>>5318011“…Well,” you eventually grunt, “I can’t exactly have my only avenue to winning back the favour of the Mother-Goddess dying on me, can I?”
You take back your hand, to Glowie’s evident displeasure and confusion.
“…Yes,” she whispers, nodding. “Understand.”
You hold one another’s gaze for a while longer, and she quietly hums. The tuneless humming is somehow soothing—to her as well as you, you suspect. She shuts her eyes, and you retie your necklace and simply listen. Finally, you recognize the discordant melody as like that which the worm-princess’ mother’s voice produced, when her voice reverberated in her hall…
And that which Glowie produced, ever-so-faintly, when you mated.
You shake off the peculiar feeling this elicits, and instead turn to the woods, where eyour kobodls are emerging…
>17 vs. 3 (kobolds vs. half-elf)…With the half-elf, half-hauled and half-walking between them. Daggers prick his ribs, and one of his legs is bleeding profusely—a tendon has been cut, to prevent a sudden escape. He stares at you, and at his fallen friends, in hopeless sorrow. He knows his fate is to join them in death.
You step between him and Glowie, shielding her from any last-gasp defiance.
“What are you?” he asks, when the kobolds shove him to his knees before you.
“The future,” you pronounce. “The end of you.”
The half-elf and the human fighter yet live. So, too, the barbarous berserker. The question becomes: what to do with them?
>Slay them all unceremoniously>Spare one for interrogation, and slay the others [specify if you have anyone in mind]>Bring them back to parade before the kobolds, and offer as sacrificial tribute to the Dark Gods>Commend them for their efforts, and spare them… As slaves and vassals>Write-in 