Leaving the chamber, it is as if the world tilts about you. Your own words, fleshy words, which your rat tongue must struggle to produce…they come back to haunt you.
"Yours could be the hand that changes the world!" words spat with your passion & fury!
"My hand HAS changed the world."
The icy calm in those bottomless black eyes…
You know this to be true. An ancient thing, older by far than your entire race, that has faces Gods & Titans alike without fear…
Yet, when pressed, it only wished to see you make your choices with free will. Why? What game is it playing? What could it want? What sort of monstrous plans does it make?
To your chagrin, you realize that you are not yet wise enough to even guess. You may never be.
You throw yourself off the cliffs, plummeting into the cold waters of Kath Bay. The waves embrace helps clear the red fog from your mind.
The Elf asked if the Rat Queen had you in thrall…did she? How would you know? That they tempted & seduced you is without question, & true, you lustily wish to be seduced still more! Yet, they asked little more than freedom from the fleshy thrall of some human Master. Retrieve a thing that might make them free. Do not all living things wish to be free?
Reaching your lair, you think deeply, nose twitching in the absolute darkness of the cavern. The Elf said it could be done if you wish it so. She never mentioned a cost. It is not the Rat Queen you fear controlling you; herself but a youngling compared to Arafael. No…the Forsaken Elf has plans for you. She has changed the very fabric of this world before, & you suspect, with a combined sense of elation & dread, that she means to do so again.
For better or worse, you are caught in that plan like a fish in a net, & it is probably far to late to escape.Yet, for your people there may be a chance undreamt of. If the world is about to tilt & spill over, who better than the Slitheren to feast on it's remains?
