[center][h3][b]Asvarad[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][i]The Great Serpent[/i][/center]

Bright light bled through the serpents eyelids and soaked into his scales as he listened to the words of his dying creator and the subsequent babble of his peers.  Through it all the serpent, Asvarad, thought.  Over and over he considered turning away from the group before it devolved into violence, as it would, but the ‘gift’ of knowledge within the elder gods fading corpse, corrupted or not, held him back.  To flee would be wise, but to remain ignorant would be the action of a fool.

Decided, Asvarad allowed his eyes to flutter open and beheld the world.  The valley’s verdant grasses swaying in the gentle wind, the dark node, those curious upright animals, and last of all the others of his own get.  He slithered towards the elder god’s corpse as the others crowded it.  Every movement was ponderous, and though the serpent felt the strength of his body and the speed at which he could strike, he could not help but find himself wanting.  More than that, look at the others: reflections of the animals in the valley below with few exceptions.

They were all so [i]limited[/i].  The feeling only grew as the vast serpent all but pushed the others out of the way as he cautiously pressed the tip of his snout against the elder god’s dead forehead.  Knowledge washed over him, and Asvarad began to laugh.  A deep, thrumming, laughter that vibrated the ground around him and caused his bulk to shake in dark mirth.  He pulled himself up, and began to tower over the others before speaking in a voice akin to his laugh, [color=785A6E][b]“Blind.  All but the little grey one, blind.  Quibbling over who must rule a trap.  Poisoning and looting the only source of knowledge which could permit our escape."[/b][/color]

The serpent had eyed them as he spoke, and it was in the most vocal that he perceived the greatest weakness.  In truth, he perceived the weakness in speech itself.  Plodding, slow, and aggravating.  It only made sense, why allow prisoners anything but the most rudimentary form of communication?  Well, some things could be [i]corrected[/i].  With a moments focus the serpent worked upon its very mind, and when it spoke again it was an echo in the minds of others.  More refined, clearer and less animalistic, but certainly with the same contempt, [color=785A6E][i]“Jump to play your fell game if you must, I will first understand it.”[/i][/color]

[hider=Summary][b]Summary[/b]:
Asvarad begins to dislike the material world.  He wakes and thinks, fuck this is a trap I’m a rat in a cage, and then tells everyone this impolitely.  He then decides talking sucks and learns telepathy.[/hider]

[hider=Might Expense]
[b]Might Expenditure[/b]
-1 Might expenditure to develop local telepathy.
4 Might Remaining.[/hider]