Challenge #02369-F179: A Big Choice
"You have a darkness in you, that’s all too clear. You can imagine yourself doing terrible things. But that's just your imagination. For all the looming intimidation factor, when you act, I can tell you still have standards... however few they may be... and there’s some lines I’m certain even you would refuse to cross."
"Hrmph... You can't know that for sure..."
"I feel it. I have faith in you. Maybe not to always do the right thing, but at least to never do the worst thing." -- Anon Guest
Kobolds generally have one reaction to threatening beings much larger than they are[1]. Run away. In the case of Dragons, they placate obsequiously. Nobody had ever mentioned a Tiefling born to Gargantuans to fulfil a prophecy of devastation... who didn't want to. Higash had a great Greatsword, an expression of dawning horror mixed with abject misery, and a tail that swished like a cat's.
Lady Anthe, keen of eye and insight, realised that this giant was the gentle variety. She could see every single tell of reluctance in that huge body. She knew that that sword wasn't ever going to be set against her some entire minutes before Higash turned and said, "It's a baby..."
The prophecy stated, apparently, that the first act of their demonic hero was to defeat a Dragon before he reached his Manhood. According to the rest of the tribe, even a trash dragon - a kobold - would do. They'd done what they could to make Anthe look savage. Stripping her of her more ornate clothing, tearing up the rest, and spattering her with blood. They'd even given her one of the more traditional Kobold weapons, a Yklwa. Anthe threw it aside and assumed a subjugate posture, exposing her vulnerable underside. "Oh woe is me," she said, "I am defeated by his terrible gaze."
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