>>5748690You return his gaze, and aren’t quite sure how to feel about this mindset… But then something of that mad, mischievous smile of his splits his face.
“Though if you were to make me an military liaison to Wevenore…”
You laugh.
“You will see Jazkarmel again, Archer,” you assure him, recalling his lover—and your good friend—the Drow Princess from the subterranean dark elf city of which he speaks, a leader amongst their most distant scouting forces.
“I serve the Master Race loyally,” Olu reiterates, his tone wistful, “but I am VERY glad for the integration of the Drow.”
You nod in agreement. You never took a mate or queen from among them, but who doesn’t enjoy elves? After that, the topic turns to the usual sort of discussion among young and virile males—booty, in all is varieties, from gold to weaponry to the squeezable sort upon a well-shaped female. When this discussion runs its course, you each take your torpor in turn, and relieve the Hawksong Infiltrator that she might do likewise—and then you set out.
What is your objective, when you reach the northern forward base?
>You will tunnel your way deep, to find the temples of old where you have prayed, and perform a ritual there to summon and appease the Dark Gods>You would find the remains of the Chaplain—if he is indeed dead—and commune with his spirit, seeking ‘paternal’ advice from the ale who reared you>You plan to seek that Serpent Priest Degenerate called ‘Heretic’, whom your Serpent Queen introduced you many months ago, and who studied secrets of the Gods which even other Serpent Priests dare not>You wonder if Glowie’s mother, the Greatworm Queen, might be able to advise you on such matters? She is, after all, a near-direct creation of a Dark God, akin to a Dragon King in some ways…>Write-in 