>>5297840>>5297841>>5297846>>5297852>>5297858>>5297866>>5297867>>5297933>>5297970>>5298030“I will become a true Dragonborn… A true Dragon!”
The Great Snake watches you closely.
>HOW?“By my own strength!” you declare.
>HA. GOOD.“But… Can you not guide me?” you ask. “Show me the way, and I will follow.”
>FOOLISH MORTAL, I HAVE ALREADY DONE SO.You recoil, confused, but you can feel your vision and your perception of this dream-realm growing hazy. What does he mean?
>REFLECT ON MY WORDS. DO NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AS YOUR MOTHER, WHEN SIMIALR OPPORTUNITIES PRESENT THEMSELVES.Your mother? What? What does he—
You awake, eyes snapping open, and sit upright. Once more, you are in the Devourer’s chamber, leaned against the warmish, red-grey stone of the deceased beast’s den. You look around, and see many of your allies have also taken the time for torpor. You take a deep breath, shake your head to clear it, and place your helm back upon your head. When the Bastard returns from his watch, you relieve him, and take the opportunity for solitude to think about what you just experienced: your second interaction with the Divine, this time by the GOD’S volition rather than your own. What does it mean?
What do they want from you?
You soon return from an uneventful patrol—you once thought you heard the clatter of clawed feet across stone, but no barbed devil or other such creature revealed itself to take your new, white-bladed elf-sword. You find the Novice awake, and when she spies you she crosses the chamber to shove a potion into your waiting hands: the one you gave to her.
“Are the other potions—”
“Complete? Not yet, Oh Arthropodaphilic One.”
“…Wait, what?”
“They yet cool, Fucker of Bugs,” she clarifies, with a sigh.
You reel back. “I did not—”
“Certainly, whatever you say,” she scoffs. “Could you have at least waited until she was not wearing my form, albeit modified?”
“We did not—”
The Novice’s eyes widen, and she rattles with laughter, her expression appalled and intrigued simultaneously.
“In her natural form, then? Is this mammalian degeneracy at its peak?”
You glower at her, crossing your arms.
“Never fear, Oh Virginal One, I believe you. Too pathetic and bound up in false dragon-pride to even convince such a lowly creature to entertain your desires? It is very much in-character for you.”
You wait for her to tire of this game. Eventually, the Novice realizes she will not get another rise out of you, and hisses in disappointment.
“You really are jealous, aren’t you?” you ask.
The Novice immediately changes topics.
