>>5220549Once the captives have been attended to, you approach Henzler about the… OTHER matter.
“So, you have been impregnated,” Henzler reaffirms, with the subtlety of a brick. “By the red one—Roth?”
“Yess,” you say, “and he himsself hass in him the blood of ANOTHER dragon, The Red Dragon of the Middle Mountainsss.”
“The one who lived in that volcano and commanded all those kobolds?” Henzler asks. “Wasn’t it…”
“Sslain by an alliancce of elvesss and dwarvesss, before your people moved into thiss area of the ssurface, yess.”
Henzler is immediately enthralled. You’re lucky you have kept Roth distracted with dinner, for she is immediately upon you with ahnds and tentacles, prying at your clothes before you can utter the command to stop her.
“ENOUGH!” you snap. “I am not one of your roadsside victimss, HUMAN.”
“…Yes, of course. I emrely… I grew excited. Do you have the heart?!”
“No,” you say.
This causes Henzler to frown slightly.
“What can you do without it?” you ask.
“I can… Increase the musculature, accentuated the draconic phenotype. With your aid—and your demon’s—we could accentuate the most ferocious and reptilian elements of your bloodline, and of Roth’s… But without more dragon-blood, we will never have something quite like a true ‘Dragonborn’.”
Your heart sinks. An eight-foot tall, dragon-silkscale-human hybrid with much-diluted blood… It’s nothing to scoff at, but it is no titanic copper-hued King of Kings, as in your vision.
“Though…” Henzler says quietly.
“Yess?”
“With some draconic material from Roth, or that one upon your shoulder—”
She gestures her with her chin, to the little feather drake Hirschel upon your shoulder, who look sup at her.
“Maybe we can accentuate it a little further.”
“Is it ssafe for them?” you ask.
“Roth would probably live, but he’d be… He would, I admit, need to recover. The drake… It would die. We need too much material for it to live.”
Hirschel croaks a little, and fans his wings.
What do you do?
>Fuck it, abort the egg>Agree—you will sacrifice Hirschel for your unborn son’s might and majesty>Agree—you will tell Roth of what you have done, and request his aid in breeding an heir to him who will shake the very earth with his footsteps>Disagree—you will not abort your pregnancy, but you MUST find another way, later>Write-in 