>>5302450>>5302457>>5302471>>5302521>>5302538“There are many aspects of dragonhood, besides treasure,” you say. “Surely you, too, understand this.”
The Dragonwrought huffs, saying “Obvious, yes. Power. Flight.”
You cringe a little at that last one. You’ve not seen these alleged wings which this kobold ahs grown, not yet, but it seems that rumour was true. You feel a pang of anvy.
“Maybe we can meditate on this—commune with our Empathy, find common ground that way?”
“Not understand,” the Dragonwrought says.
You explain how, back home, you would meditate with the other Dragonborn to get in touch with your draconic heritage and the true essence of what it was to be a Dragon, and that it helped bring you closer together, and to even understand one another in a way that dialogue could never achieve.
“…Not understand,” the kobold leader repeats, now seeming quite uncomfortable with the idea. “You want know something, tell me what you want know. I tell, if want to tell.”
You persist, though, and eventually the Dragonwrought relents. You both close your eyes, bow your heads, and allow both your Presences to enmesh, rather than pushing back against one another, jockeying for space in the room you share.
…Wait, not ‘both’ your Presences. ‘All’ you presences!
In addition to feeling utterly unlike any other draconic Fearsome Presence you have touched upon before—or even the vestige of one buried deep in the Bastard—you feel MULTIPEL presences in the room with you… All centred upon the Dragonwrought. Two small, scaly spirits, bound up in a twisted knot of other, half-formed or half-dead souls…
And at the centre of it all, a darkness, completely unfamiliar to you. Not a living soul. Not a Dark God. Something… Other.
...Something monstrous.
What do you do?
>Reach out to this collective of consciousnesses in open invitation>Recoil from this horror, and break the spiritual connection>Attempt to force your will upon this collective, and to rip it asunder>Write-in 