>>5710399While she does not know EXACTLY what has transpired in the northern forward base, she knows well enough to know how it will affect her, here, and the kingdom which her so-often-silly mate has wisely placed her in charge of. She knows of the death and destruction at the northern forward base, where she hatched and was raised. She knows this by way of the network of ‘greatworms’—great, swollen glowworms, directed like a dispersed intelligence by Glowie, her fellow queen and another ‘wife’ of her philandering, lust-addled ‘king’.
There will be no more food or material aid from her father and his fellows.
The Worm Queen and her mother have long served as a courier service for supplies and information between the Serpent Queen’s birthplace and her current residence, and lately have served as a means to transport living cargo as well: members of the Reptilian Master Race, especially its lower echelons such as the hybrid Degenerates and the casteless, disaffected, lowborn, and unaccomplished. Dregs, essentially, but thus those most willing to forsake the Grand Design where her own caste—the Serpent Priests—had long laboured to realize through conspiracy and subterfuge.
>84Now, that trickle of immigrants has become a torrent. With the fall of the northern forward base—apparently the Green Dragonborn staged some sort of rampage or rebellion?—there are no patrols of Lawgiver-loyal enforcers to dodge back home. The Reptilian rabble flow freely, following the glowwrom-lit paths through deepest darkness west, to Bloodrise, where they shave heard there is sanctuary. It is not just the lower tier of her old society who come, either: now, there are more highly-born beings among them as well, fearful of human retaliation to the Great Green Dragonborn’s apparently rather dramatic and destructive ‘coming out’ to the surface world. At first. The Serpent Queen had wondered why they did not travel DOWN, rather than west, and find their safety among the Serpent Priesthood, but her brief interviews with a few of them exposes the shameful truth: their faith in his subrace, long the stewards of her people, has been broken.
She rattles with laughter at the irony, that they now come to HER for help… But then, racial and class loyalty ahs always come second to the Serpent Queen to personal ambition and opportunity. Thus is the way of the Serpent Priesthood’s most triumphant and ascendants sons and daughters. This is an opportunity to truly entrench her own position, and to make Bloodrise a beacon and bastion of the Master Race forevermore, fashioned in HER beauteous image!
Although…
