I ran out of ti before finding a worthy successor. Marlowe, Talysius, and Stephano remained in Aquilonia with orders to rule in my stead until a worthy trial challenger arose. It was not for a lack of candidates but quality. My standards weren't that high. The three cloth golems would bestow the na of King Conan or Queen Sonja to the next ruler.
I regret nothing. I'd even broken the random disability curse. I got a glimpse of the Perk I could turn it into.
Random Ability: You have a random ability bestowed upon you at birth. This ability is transient and removed upon true death.
To hell with that. I set it to erode {Twinkle Little Star}. That rank zero Attribute cap was bullshit.
As Snowdrop breathed her last and oblivion took , my next conscious mont was at birth. I slled ash, sweat, stale beer, as well as the usual scents of childbirth.
It took a mont to recognize the language spoken by the angry people around . Auvanini Dwarvish. Windere's dialect.
Windere, Dwarven Enclave
"THERE IS NO WAY MY DAUGHTER HAS A TAIL, STOUTHAMR!" An angry male voice bellowed, furious. "THIS WENCH HAS BETRAYED !"
"Calm down, Fangor!" Another male soothed. "We have ti to discuss that. There's no need to make a rash decision you might regret later!"
I heard a scuffle. I couldn't see around . A wall of bodies covered .
"Stouthamr, we are brothers-in-arms. I reckon you as my blood brother. But my honor has been soiled by this half breed spawn of my wife! I must rectify it NOW!"
More scuffle, a few punches thrown left and right.
"You are going to make an enemy of your wife's clan, Fangor!" Stouthamr pleaded from further away, probably from the ground. "Don't do it. The Axejaws will be angry at you!"
"They'll disown this harlot posthumously," Fangor grumbled, still incensed.
Dwarves.
I was born as a dwarf and a quick body check with my proprioceptive sense told what was the problem. I had a tail and my ears were too stretched upward, above my head. I was a half-dwarf-half-beastkin of so kind.
I asked.
She answered from inside .
I wept with relief. The midwives holding mistook it for so problem and a baker's dozen hands rubbed all parts of my body, looking for sothing wrong. I felt a nipple shoved in my mouth and to ease the minds of my caretakers, I fed off of it. My eyes were still shut. I knew I wasn't blind because I could sense light through my eyelids. I just needed a good bath.
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