>>5247576>>5247597>>5247665>>5247675>>5247747Ultimately, you decide, it was for yourself… Yourself and your legacy. Your life has been an unpleasant one, until relatively recently. You were created with a purpose, a destiny beyond your control—that much, you can live with. But how much better was your life, to know that this destiny as more than to be a disposable Degenerate? To know that your task was the eliminating of a powerful bloodline, the undermining of a great city, the creating of a new Draconic nobility? You want to be remembered eternally in all of your many guises—as Kamunu the exotic dancer, Zithra the half-orc, Ismena, Isabella…
As a legendary Reptilian Infiltrator, not as a ‘mere Degenerate’…
And you want to be remembered as the agent of Dark Gods’ will who brought back the surface to your people, and whose own children shall inherit the earth. You suppose that’s why you did not destroy the egg. You gently drum upon your belly, humming to the unborn one within the egg, just beneath your skin, and you imagine the copper-hued Dragonborn from your vision: leader of armies, your legacy made flesh! But then, you never did have the chance to make a PROPER Dragonborn of it, did you? Or, rather, you declined to do so if it meant a treason greater than that which you committed by breeding in the first place. Now, it is nearly too late.
It is not long after, in the days that follow, that you are forced to make a choice: where to lay your egg, and how the entity within shall be reared. You can procrastinate the decision no longer—it is coming TODAY. You can feel it in your body’s signals, in the stirring of the second, fiery soul within your womb.
What do you do?
>Go to the Mages’ Tower—Henzler shall rear your child, modifying and monitoring your heir to make your bloodline the perfect implement of the Master Race>Go to the farmhouse—your cult shall raise your child in secrecy, out in the farmlands and woodlands far from prying eyes of Paladin or Serpent Priest, with the hatchling’s Yosef cousin>Go to the forward base—you risk much in admitting what you have done to the Chaplain there, but your child must be raised among your own people, fellow Reptilians, not humans>Write-in 