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You remind yourself of these many triumphs to drive you forwards against persistent lethargy. Your accomplishments give you the strength to lift your horned head high and to push out your chest in spite of your splitting headache.
You are very, very hungover.
“Easy,” whispers Hamaraska the Lancer, the centipede-rider whom you have recently made a confidant of after your bonding experience in the grave-caverns of the ancient Drow. “You’re wobbling.”
“I can’t believe someone your size is so bad at holding his mushroom-wine!” sniggers Azonia the Duelist, curvy-but-deadly dual-wielder of swords; she is prone to such jabs, though you THINK they are mostly meant in good humour.
“You should not mock a priest of the Dark Gods,” Jhamrius warns; his is an early convert to the True Faith, cautious and loyal.
“I’m not a priest,” you groan, too weary to explain the caste system and liturgical particulars of your Master Race—masterful at many things, but NOT at metabolizing alcohol—in any great detail right now.
“Still, we all saw you TALK to that one down there—to DEATH!” enthusiastic Sengar chimes in cheerily.
“I didn’t,” Azonia scoffs.
“You’re dear to them, obviously,” Jhamrius concurs.
“Best not to piss them off by mocking you, right?” Sengar muses. “Gods are cruel things.”
You shake your head, but don’t have it in you to debate the nature of the Dark Divines further. Even that simple gesture—shaking your head-rattles your addled brain to the point of a dizzy spell. You stumble slightly, threaten to fall over entirely…
But for quiet Hamaraska, who leans against you to brace you.
What do you do?
>Support yourself, without Hamaraska’s help—for prophetic propriety and kingly dignity
>Thank Hamaraska, and accept their assistance in making your way
>Place an arm around Hamaraska, and savour the slim, soft-spoken elf’s closeness [+affection, +appetite]
>Write-in
“Where are we going, anyway?” Sengar asks.
>To your lodging in the poor quarters of Wevenore, where your Novice Fleshweaver can administer medical aid and expert biological analysis of the Ghoul Supreme
>To House Yvonlace, where Queen Myrymma reigns (for now, at least) and where your allies among the elven elite can be found, to collude and counsel
>To the most busy and bustling area of Wevenore, where you can proclaim your victory and the glory of your gods before all movers and shakers, and demand audience with those who aspire to kingship of this place
>Write-in
