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It’s nighttime, outside the great multicultural metropolis of Hawksong. Earlier tonight, the city’s auspicious Mages’ Tower held their annual fundraising gala for the city’s elites, only to find it interrupted by the explosion of the quarter’s famed Endless Fountain. Confusion reined, festivities were drawn to a halt, and a confused crowd of local bourgeoisie were herded outside. In the confusion, nobody seemed to notice—at least, not right away—that one of the Gala’s guests and several of its staff had slipped away.
You are a Reptilian Infiltrator, the half-human agent of an ancient and scaley master race. Having attended the Tower Gala in the guise of Ismena Rosgard, exotic-dancer-turned-businesswoman and plus-one of a respected merchant’s son, you actually orchestrated the attack on the city’s beloved monument as a cover to slip underground and into the Tower’s lower levels. In the process of this grand infiltration—the culmination of months of planning and effort!—you…
>Seduced, drugged, and sinuated an incubus’ ectoplasmic influence into the second-born son of Hawksong’s Paladin King
>Stole a magic dagger and a cute chimera from the Gala’s presenters
>Slew or brainwashed a not-insubstantial number of the Tower’s upper echelon, including a Magus Auctor, a Reliquarian, the Head Demonologist, and the Head Chimericist
>Liberated and recruited a host of imprisoned demons, as well as some powerful chimeras
>Discovered the long-lost remains of the Great Green Dragon, champion of your Reptilian gods, and released his mutated offspring from cruel bondage
…and perhaps most important of all…
>Acquired the dwarven master stone which was the lynchpin of Hawksong’s planned city defence program!
As that program involved unfailingly unflappable golems capable of identifying and countering your people’s magic and shapeshifting with unerring accuracy, preventing the institution of these stony sentries is a major coup—your great and shining success as an agent of The Grand Design of the Dark Gods and their Serpent Priests.
It was an exhaustion ordeal—you lost an ally, and nearly died twice! Still, as you exit the cavern system connected to the mages’ hidden magical-waste disposal area and breathe the sweet midnight air of glorious freedom, you finally, FINALLY feel a measure of worthiness to your mother’s glorious and ancient race!
You are a Reptilian Infiltrator, the half-human agent of an ancient and scaley master race. Having attended the Tower Gala in the guise of Ismena Rosgard, exotic-dancer-turned-businesswoman and plus-one of a respected merchant’s son, you actually orchestrated the attack on the city’s beloved monument as a cover to slip underground and into the Tower’s lower levels. In the process of this grand infiltration—the culmination of months of planning and effort!—you…
>Seduced, drugged, and sinuated an incubus’ ectoplasmic influence into the second-born son of Hawksong’s Paladin King
>Stole a magic dagger and a cute chimera from the Gala’s presenters
>Slew or brainwashed a not-insubstantial number of the Tower’s upper echelon, including a Magus Auctor, a Reliquarian, the Head Demonologist, and the Head Chimericist
>Liberated and recruited a host of imprisoned demons, as well as some powerful chimeras
>Discovered the long-lost remains of the Great Green Dragon, champion of your Reptilian gods, and released his mutated offspring from cruel bondage
…and perhaps most important of all…
>Acquired the dwarven master stone which was the lynchpin of Hawksong’s planned city defence program!
As that program involved unfailingly unflappable golems capable of identifying and countering your people’s magic and shapeshifting with unerring accuracy, preventing the institution of these stony sentries is a major coup—your great and shining success as an agent of The Grand Design of the Dark Gods and their Serpent Priests.
It was an exhaustion ordeal—you lost an ally, and nearly died twice! Still, as you exit the cavern system connected to the mages’ hidden magical-waste disposal area and breathe the sweet midnight air of glorious freedom, you finally, FINALLY feel a measure of worthiness to your mother’s glorious and ancient race!