Rolled 17, 20, 12, 12 = 61 (4d20)
>>5552630“Each of these powers, born of raw primal elemental magic or of the flawed Children of Light, has been brought to the cause of our Faith, and the service of our most Holy and Wise Serpent Priesthood who granted me this opportunity. By demonstration of my might, the might of Dragons and of the Dark Gods, OUR might as the Master Race, they have been taught to SERVE for Dragonkind, FEAR and RESPECT the Reptilian Race and its Dragon Kings and Serpent Priesthood… And even to fight for us, to KILL THEIR KIN for us!”
There are whispers of disbelief, and of surprise. Can it be true.
“Of course, why should it not be so? Even now, our wise Holy Ones have astutely interpreted that the Stars are Right to amass an army of the dark-men and beast-men of the Southlands—OUR army! From the depths of the earth, and with the magic of the Mother of Dragons, the Fleshweavers and Daughters of the Rookery brought forth a race of insects, who have already worked our will and provided support to my forces in the Northwest!”
THIS gets the attention of the upper echelon of those assembled, at the back of the market-cavern, who turn and begin to discuss heatedly among themselves. You wonder how many, if any, had an inkling of the greatworms’ creation, and by whose divine edict it was done? Giving them the credit is a bribe AND a sort of insurance plan: to go against you OR the greatworms without good cause will be to defy the Dark Gods themselves, now. The mission they have already approved for the starting moves in the Dark Crusade have now been framed as part of a wider Grand Design and, with your presence and your panoply of victories and titles and your menagerie of magnificent and monstrous soldiers, who can doubt you?
…Right?
[Religion roll, DC 13 for some prudent compromises... Though the doctrine of love and communion remains beyond the scope of even a success here as a result as well.]
