>>5404677>>5404807>>5404817>>5404846>>5404873>>5404912>>5404937>>5405042>>5405315>>5405501The blade is far too heavy to dual-wield it with your moon-sword. Obviously. That’s OBVIOUS.
…And YET…
“We will bring the sword with us,” you announce. “Place it with my things.”
It WOULD be very impressive, if you could one day accomplish such a feat. At any rate, you aren’t about to relinquish such a rare and potentially-powerful relic, cursed-looking though it may be. You have a more urgent matter to attend to than the blade at this moment, though.
“Earlier, in the cavern where I faced the main body of the shoggoth…”
You trail off, realizing what you are doing , with some embarrassment. You are hedging your bets. You were about to say ‘for a moment, it felt as IF I had wings,’ and you were going to phrase it that way because, flex and strain though you might, you cannot feel any wings on your back, flapping or unfurling at your command. You are childishly afraid to face the very real possibility that the entire thing was some feverish fantasy brought on by pain and bloodloss.
“Does my back look any different?” you ask the Novice Fleshweaver.
She looks at you strangely, then beckons Ivno and the Throat-singer over. Together, they roll you over as gently as they can; it still hurts. You attempt to aid them; it hurts WORSE.
“…You are badly bruised, “ she notes. Your scales are… split, bleeding somewhat, around these ‘fins’ you’ve lately developed.”
Then does that mean… Damnit, flight has ALWAYS been the aspect of dragonhood you’ve most coveted! Wings to take you high, to view the world from the pinnacle of a creation as a true Dragon king must… That ahs been your dream. Is a dream all it will ever be? How much longer must you wait.
“The wings are gone.”
Several faces turn to face the Throat-singer again, who spoke up in the Northern common-tongue. The Drow may not speak it or understand it well, but kobolds and Reptilians from the northern forward base do. You see in their wide eyes your own surprise.
“Then I… That isss to ssay, I… Flew?”
The Throat-singer nods.
Maybe your dream is not so far away after all! Your body may be too broken to even walk just now, but you feel your spirit soar.
