Rolled 13, 2, 11, 2, 17, 20 = 65 (6d20)
>>5699350>>5698832>>5698823>>5698800>>5698743As Ekaterine touches you, you feel that’s welling rage and fomenting <appetite> for blood wane. The anger and hatred leave you, and you just feel… Empty. This entire fraught journey, this interlude from your rule, this overture towards the virtues of mercy and peace… What was it all for? To impress a farmer and his wife??
With one mistake, one slip-up, you are cast into ignominy and disrepute, your every effort to avoid violence stifled. As a Knight Ascendant of the God of Gory, you cannot subject yourself to the humiliation of being cuffed and chained by these upstart lancers. As Copper Dragon King fo Bloodrise and Dark prophet of the Coming Age, you WILL not!
And yet, what else are you to do? Go back home to Bloodrise, cull the dwarven slaves you just proclaimed mercy and integration for? Or let your subjects of ALL races wither and die, your empire dying on the vine before it truly blossoms and bears fruit?
If you slaughter your way into the throne-room—satisfying as it may be in the moment—it will turn the neighbouring baronies against you, and perhaps even bring down the wrath of Hawksong, with their numbers and their Paladin order. And in the process…
You can see it in Ekaterine’s eyes. You’d lose her heart, if you journey down that path. There is only so much carnage she can excuse ‘for the greater good’. She is naïve, but not spineless, and not stupid. You wouldn’t love her if she was… And you are not a monster, not when her eyes are upon you. She wouldn’t love YOU if you WERE.
You take a deep breath, close your eyes in silent meditation on your Dragon Soul… And realize the real answer was inside you all along.
"Fine," you say. "Have it your way."
