You go inside the tower once again, and ravage it. Your sword cuts through stone and steel as the edifice groans above you. Inside you find a suit of plate that would perhaps fit you, made for a demonic champion. You grab it, you’ll have the wizard look at it. You finish cutting through strictly supports, and charge though a final beam and through a wall. As you jog away the tower, a symbol of pride and domination, crumbles behind you.
You make your way to the temple of Alovial, dragging the demons and sorcerer behind you with the ritual forged chains. They grumble and groan, but between their chains and fear of your strength they keep obedient.
You come in view of the temple complex, a sprawling thing stretching across a dozen ornate buildings. A more welcome sight to you, however, is your army camping on the outskirts of the complex.
You meet your army halfway to the the temple, as your champions and warriors cheer your arrival. There are crowds of commoners and traders there too, and they celebrate the sight of you, for they have been told of your deeds and valor, and the sight of you dragging the enemies of mankind behind you.
Suddenly the noise stops as you make your way through the crowd. You look in puzzlement until a way parts and before you stands the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Hair as as dark as raven feathers falls over pointed ears like a waterfall down her back. Her eyes are green like emeralds, and her smile in your direction is like the dawn breaking.
Her smile soon falters and she rushes forward.
You move to stop her but she is faster than you and lays a hand upon your chest. Looking down, you see the red burning sun of your corruption retract and flee from her touch, shrinking beneath her attention. You freeze at the sight.
She removes her head and bows, “My apologies, King Rogg, I acted on instinct,”
She straightens, “I am Princess Celyria, of the Elvish Kingdoms. We will not hide behind our walls any more while demons threaten our world.” She extends her hand to you.
“I have heard of your deeds, and would be honored to fight by your side.”
Your wizard, standing in the crowd, shakes his head and mouths,
”Chosen One”
What do you do?
A. Accept her offer of aid. In a war who knows what will happen. And if she turns on you will be ready.
B. Well the wizard said you should kill her. Might as well get over with it.
!Evil! Tear out and eat her heart.
D. Politely decline her offer.
E. Something else?