>>5614284In actuality, ‘Long Wang’ is a fiction. It is just a mask, a name to accompany the Amulet of Disguise you wear around your neck. You’re no Easterling, not a human of ANY stripe—at least, not fully. In other parts of the world, beneath the surface, you are better known by another name: Theral, of the Blodorise Mountains. Still others now you by reputation, by title. To the dark elves of Wevenore, you are Destroyer of the Devourer, Slayer of the Shoggoth, Ghoul-Gutter Supreme. To the kobolds and dwarven slaves under you, you are simply called The Copper Dragon King. Those who have heard you speak call you Dark Prophet of the Coming Age. The Master Race who engineered you called you their Chosen Champion. Lately, you have done a great deal to give proof to your first and foremost title:
You are the DRAGONBORN ANTIPALADIN!
When you left for Hawksong a fortnight-and-half hence, it was with a simple (albeit ambitious) mission: you would find the princess of this place, and fulfill a bargain with the Dark Goddess of Motherhood of Protection by impregnating her. In this way, you would relieve yourself of a terrible burden which she laid upon you: a roiling turmoil which, even now, troubles you physically and spiritually to think of: the ephemeral embryo of your demigodly spawn, sired in a trust with that same deity and implanted inside of you. To that end, you made your way in stops and starts to the home of the Paladin King, and did what needed to be done.
You earned your place. You secured an audience. You seduced his daughter—the surprisingly-endearing Princess Ekaterine. You bested his firstborn son—the shockingly strong Paladin Prince Alexos.
And that’s when things got... Complicated.
