>>5303158>>5303130>>5303110>>5303101>>5303099>>5303027>>5303025>>5303022>>5303021>>5303020>>5303018>>5303017You survey the cringing kobolds, pacing slowly back and forth before them—letting them all get a good look at your intimidating armour and imposing stature.
“I came hear because the Serpent priesthood—your masters of old—heard tell of trouble here. They heard tell of wilfulness, and disobedience, and worse! They heard tell of HERESY!”
The kobolds shrink further away as you raise your voice.
“I’ve seen the truth of it—dragon hatchlings, used in magical experiments, by kobolds who ignore the commands of their superiors, and who even see fit to scoff at the Dark Gods!”
“Did not know!” wails one kobold.
“Only following dragon!” pleads another.
You stare, and slowly nod.
“I know,” you say, “which is why you will be allowed to live. “You are now pawns of the Priesthood again—as it was in the ancient days, and as it will be again in the coming Age of Scales.”
You feel enthusiasm well in your own forces as you hearken back to the speech you gave when recruiting them. The kobolds, for their part, seem grateful simply to be alive, rather than being outright slaughtered and tortured.
“…We are slaves, then?” one asks.
“You will be GRACIOUSLY allowed to remain here as an outpost of the Master Race, and an implement of our masters’ dark will,” you say. “Welcome back to the fold. Do not make me regret this mercy.”
You dismiss the kobolds, who whimperingly scurry from your sight. Only then do you allow yourself to take a deep breath, and to let your posture relax and your tail loosen and fall. You remove your helm and run your claws through you mussed hair, and bask in the victory, and in the warmth of the surface's fiery summer sun.
