Refuse her further "tribute"
From Create Your Own Story
You are becoming wary to this "tribute." You suspect some sort of arcane ritual, a malefic ritual powered by the seed of man. Your seed.
"Enough," you declare. "I will share no further "tributes" for your dark magic."
Her eerie smile falters for just a moment. "Such a tease, Anallander," she mocks with a theatrical pout. "And how disappointingly chaste." Without warning, she cups your face and pulls you in for a deep kiss.
You blink – and you are suddenly blinded by sunlight.
You're lying in the shallow, foamy waves on the shore of the Cokhabad Sea. The waves lap gently at the shore, but you are not fooled: the tide is rising.
So now you are trapped. Or are you? Perhaps there is a spell that will save you from this place. But as you prepare your mind, you already sense that the stars here are most strangely aligned...
Cast a spell!
