>>5398497The cavern thrums with the quiet melody of Glowie’s apparently favourite tune: that ‘love song’ which she so frequently hums in your presence. You begin to grow nervous, and lightly pat her flank to signal the need for space, which she grants.
“And what of the eggs?” you ask.
Glowie chirps excitedly, and beckons you towards her truncated, bloated egg-sack. Curling in on herself so as to keep her head and torso by your side, ‘walking’ with you, she curls in upon herself so as to encircle you. Then, the worm-woman contracts some unknown sphincter, flexes a series of squirming muscles, and the egg-sack retracts to reveal a gooey, luminous clump of strange, oblong ovoids.
>Rolled 5 + 4You recognize them for what they are: eggs. Nine eggs! They are unlike your own race’s, unlike the egg from which you hatched (well, you presume at least, for you ARE a hybrid with a half-human mother). They more resemble strange, exotic fruits: ridged, oblong, pointy-capped constructions of chitinous shell. Like Glowie’s own developed exoskeleton, the eggs are translucent; you can SEE your sons developing! To your consternation, they resemble nothing so much as strange, wriggling grubs at present, carrying no evident sign of draconic might or Reptilian mastery in their form, but Glowie reassures you that they are still quite embryonic, and far from their final stages of development.
“When will they hatch?” you ask.
Glowie hesitates to answer, admitting ignorance of how the Novice fleshweaver’s meddling might affect the gestation process.
“And our sons are the FIRST warriors like this to ever be born!” the new mother enthuses. “They will conquer and consume all who oppose them!... But first, they must be fed, feast. They must grow.”
That could be problematic, here in this place. The Drow are not exactly ‘food secure’, from what you have seen. Their rations are spartan, their diets limited, their size shrunken relative to the surface elves you have seen and heard tell of. Can they afford to properly feed your developing brood of monstrous children, so that they might grow to their fullest draconic potential? Then again, they offer security…
>Suggest to Glowie that she should take the eggs to hatch and develop in the Devourer’s old territory—though she’ll have to beware the zombie-Bogbarri, potentially>Propose that Glowie come with you back to the Bloodrise, so she may raise her young on the abundant nutrition of the surface-forests below the mountains>Advise that Glowie should remain here, but keep the young fed sparingly, so they all survive but do not outgrow their confines here too quickly and thus starve themselves>Warn that some of your sons must likely be sacrificed, so that the others can grow to their full potential without laving the security of the Drow-realms>Write-in 