>>5591382Eventually, sense and self return. You lurch forward, feeling dizzy and nauseous as if hungover from a night of drinking mushroom-wine with the Drow of Wevenore. Your recollection is hazy, with only the most visceral moments snapping into focus—one at a time—and then swimming in and out of conscious recollection. In your ear, Irinnile is cooing and urring.
“So fuckin’ big and STRONG baby,” she compliments you. “So BRUTAL and so PASSIONATE. Ooo, I fuckin’ LOVE what you did with this place... Think there’s any more of ‘em? Think we could maybe fuck the next one before we kill ‘em?! Come on, I know you’ve got it in you—you’re so fuckin’ HARD for me! Come on, come on, I'm ALMOST THERE!”
“Shut up,” you groan, feeling…
>Sickened with yourself. You’ve always done what you had to in war, and in ruling your conquered subjects, but what you just did… That was wrong. Wrong on a fundamental level that even YOU can’t deny. You need to regain control!>Strangely satisfied. You have always been bound up in so much responsibility—to yourself, your mother, your superiors, your gods and ancestors, and your kingdom and its future. Finally, you got to be FREE! To be what a Dragon King should be: a predator, feared by all the pathetic prey of this world!>Terrified. What just happened?! You… You totally lost control of yourself. It’s this damn blade, and this demon inside. You KNEW you shouldn’t trust demons! Throw it down, cast it away! Pray, and meditate, and breathe. Why can’t you breathe?![No write-ins, but embellishments are permitted]
Mystery 20 to be addressed 