>>5297837Your eyes widen.
“There is no Grand Design,” you gasp.
>NO. ONLY MANY SEPARATE ONES. EACH GOD OF DARKNESS TRAVELS THE ETERNAL NIGHT ALONE, SCHEMING SEPARATE SCHEMES.It’s… Heresy! Or it would be, had you not heard it from a Dark God. You grapple with this divine revelation, feeling yourself teetering on the verge of existential crisis.
“Our race is not master,” you mutter. “Our design is not grand, nor unified. Our fate is… Is…”
>UNWRITTEN, AND UNDETERMINED.You cannot bring yourself to look up again.
>MEET MY GAZE.You do. You cannot disobey. The gaze—the great red eyes—threaten to swallow you up in your disorientation and despair.
>FATE IS A CRUTCH. DESTINY IS FOR THE LAZY. A TRUE KING SEIZES HIS THRONE.You look across the top of the ziggurat on which you stand, a mote of dust before a dark supernova of the soul manifested as winged serpent. As his wings spread wide, you see a throne revealed, as if daring you to sit upon it… And yet you know you are not yet worthy. Not beneath the hungry, judging eyes of this Serpent Ascendant.
You take a step towards the throne, towards the King of Cobras, Eclipse-Emperor and Swallower of the Sun…. But no sooner have you done so than the stone begins to crack beneath you feet, the masonry to crumble away into a jungle which is beginning to fade and fray at the edges.
“I’m waking up,” you realize, with startling lucidity.
>YES. DECIDE. WHAT WILL YOU BECOME?You open your mouth, but are interrupted.
>THIS NEXT QUESTION'S ANSWER WILL COME AT A PRICE.What do you do?
>Request to become an Antipaladin of the Serpent Ascendant>Ask for guidance on how to become a TRUE Dragonborn, by your own strength>Wake, and consider what you have learned, but take no drastic action yet>Write-in 