>>5560516You grimace. Is this project a figment, then—an unattainable ambition? You are not lately used to failure, to scaling back your ambitions. Has reality finally caught up to you.
“Then again…”
You look up, hopeful.
“Your Fleshweaver has two human captives in her possession,” the Mother of Dragons notes. “You have also a half-human, half-elven slave. Is this not so?”
You are at first confused by the direction of the conversation, until the Dark Goddess makes her suggestion:
“With an Amulet of Disguise, one of your race could infiltrate the city in advance… Could seize a Princess of Hawksong and bring her back in manacles… Or take her for yourself then and there, and set this intriguing idea of yours into motion.”
A sinisterly-spiced wind wafts intimately across your face like a spectral caress, and the Divine Mother adds: “I could assist you… For a price.”
“What price, Oh Most Holy One?” you ask, warily.
She tuts gently, but authoritatively.
“Why, for our child to be declared undisputed sovereign of Hawksong and its surrounding lands in the new Age of Darkness, oh Prophetic One,” she says. “And, of course, for my star to shine brightest in that seat of power.”
What will you do?
>Accept these terms>Reject this deal, and the Mother of Dragon’s assistance in this matter>Counter-offer [what is your proposal?]What is your plan?
>Send Olu and a squad of Infiltrators into the city to seize a Hawksong princess and drag her back to base>Have the Novice craft an Amulet of Disguise for you—you will go there in-person, select your royal human mate personally, and do what must be done>You will endure the mounting pain, and maintain your strength-the time is not yet right to strike upon Hawksong, but you are confident you can endure this ‘gestation’ for as long as it takes>Abandon this plan—you have set your sights too high, and for once you aren’t sure you can meet your target>Write-in 