>>5295800>>5295807You close your secondary eyelids again and attempt to channel the last of your mana into divination again, to see what lies ahead and to chart a course…
>1 for Divination…But all you get is another wave of exhaustion, this time coupled with a sharp pain in your head an a roiling in your gut.
“Dragonborn?” Oluwadamilare asks. “Are you alright?”
You attempt to respond, but instead end up vomiting, spewing forth potion-residue and your last meal upon the floor. Everyone is startled, including you. Your head continues to spin, and you grip the cave wall to steady yourself, while the others watch in concern. You reflect that the Titans’ Strength potion must have been down in that pit for quite some time.
“Did you see anything?” Paeris asks, after some time has passed in silence, save your retching and wheezing.
>1 for Leadership“I… No.”
Your voice comes out as more of a gurgle, and your knees wobble. You take a seat, pulling them close to you to try to settle your gut, and you scramble to remove your now vomit-splattered helm. You glower at it. That will need polishing. The entire situation is not exactly an auspicious conclusion to this, your greatest battle.
“…Superior One, should I…?”
You look up at Paeris, who flinches back from your glare.
“GO,” you command, loathing the pity in his voice.
He obeys, but the experience is still humiliating. You steady your breathing, hanging your head so your shamefully-mammalian hair can hide your haggard face. For just a moment you shut your eyes.
>20, 20Perhaps a desire to attend to whatever is now happening to you speeds the Degenerate Infiltrator along… Or, just as likely, you lapsed into unconsciousness longer than you thought. When you awaken, a Serpent Priestess with a familiar scent is being altogether too invasive of your personal space.
“Glowie, not now…” you mumble.
This earns you a swat of the Novice’s tail, as she continues to check your pulse and spread your eyelids apart to inspect your pupils.
“Just what every female of high breeding desires,” she hisses, “to be called by the name of some other, lesser female by her half-conscious—”
She stops herself from saying more, and you are soon unconscious again.
