Try to come up with a plausible excuse for this regrettable situation. If Rithlut seems to be speaking undead gibberish, make a run for it.
I see what happened...
Your vision fades. You can't stand up anymore. You feel yourself hitting the ground, then...utter silence. Blackness. You can feel your life slipping away, you realize you're dieing. Was your quest for naught? You ventured out to protect your small brethren, little bees which couldn't protect themself from the stout dwarves, smart humans and other, more animalistic humanoids. And this is how you die? Why does it have to end like this?
You cry out in anger - you will not fail your quest this easily. Whatever this ursine man did to you, you will take revenge. With your newfound resolution, you see only one way to survive...whatever is killing you. You decide to call the mighty Ilonagek Udir Stetar, "Moonbee, the Blackness of Honey" for Aid. Will she answer your call? Or will she deem you unworthy of her attention? The answer comes quickly, A dark blue-ish figure, hooded, approaches you from the Void you're in. "My Child..." Ilonagek starts, "I will help you fulfill your destiny, but everything comes with a price. You shall be my champion, my servant, and when the time comes, you will do as I request." You stare at one of your deities, in awe. Then, you nod. "So it shall be, great Moonbee." you answer, and your vision fades...
You open your eyes. You see the sky above you, a well, a dwarf and Kirun next to you. You try to stand up, everything gets blurry, and you throw up. What...happened? Was it all a dream, or...?
:O
Yeeeaaaachoo! Sniff.
"What happened last night?" she asks. You shrug.
"I got drunk," she realizes, "I missed my chance..." You shrug again.
She takes off running down further into the fort and you follow her.
She chases down several flights of stairs until you find her by giant honeycombs.
"It's too late, they can't live here anymore."
"I've failed them."
A faint hum blossoms into a roar as many miniature wings beat as one.
The congregation of bees surrounds you at a rate that most would be terrified of.
To you, the buzz drowns out your thinking. They are annoying.
Rithlut looks up at them as the thousands of bees begin dancing in unison, wiggling and rotating above her.
"You're... You're going to be okay on your own?"
"If you're all going to split into your own colonies,
then you won't really need me to be your queen anymore, will you?"
"The new queens live."You stand to the side, far away from the bees and this strange event.
The bees collect around Rithlut as she wishes them goodbye.
They begin flying out of the cave, towards the surface, as the dwarves carry away the honeycomb.
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