>>5363623You take a moment to catch your breath and heave (and vomit, just a little) one last time at the bottom. You catch sight of enormous glow-worms, rearing up to watch you curiously with their too-many eyes, swaying creepily and wiggling their too-many arms: Glowie’s siblings, considerably less shapely and more basally caterpillar-like than the ‘princess’.
“Begone,” you groan, shamed by your condition. “Tell your Queen that the Dragonborn has returned.”
They oblige… You think. They leave, anyway. Eventually, you make your way into the chamber of the Queen of Worms: an iridescent realm of egg-clusters and canopies of hanging silk-strands. The worms here vary in size from a single pink-finger to a rather-large Steeltalon, and at their centre is the undulating form of their Queen—a towering, dragon-sized column of pulsating, semi-translucent flesh connected to a smaller-yet-still-large parody of Reptilian or humanoid form, resembling a more armoured and calcified replica of Glowie herself in her natural form apart from the several-yard-long ovipositor-and-eggsack which makes up most of her body. Despite her bulk, she leads her shidlren in their swaying dance, their quiet humming song.
“Welcome back, Lizzzard-King,” she greets you, buzzing warmly. “You yet live. I am… Zzzurpized.”
How do you treat with the Queen of Worms?
>Snipe back at her, wittily>Ask what she means by that, suspiciously>Tell her of what has transpired in Bloodrise>Tell her of Glowie’s impregnation, and the Mother of Dragons’ blessing>Request that she aid you in protecting Glowie and securing her place>Petition her for aid in conquering Bloodrise, formally proposing she join your ever-expanding dark alliance>Threaten to burn this place to cinder if she doesn’t submit to your might and subordinate herself to your race>Beg her to help alleviate your still-present cramps, which verge on diarrhea>Write-in 