>>5323557“Congratulations, eediots.” The witch sighs as she calmly scans the lab, “You managed to kill two of my most competent-no, that’s not right… my most <span class="mu-i">INCOMPETENT</span> lab techs.”
Turning her attention to another hooded skeleton hunched over a console in a control booth overhead, a wry grin forms beneath the High Scholar’s hood. “They eleeminated your competeetion, Rodhi–aren’t you goink to thank them?”
“Oh, err,” The lab tech stammers as she sinks lower behind the booth, “Um… thank you, primitives…”
“You’re welcome!” Talbot replies with a genial smile! <span class="mu-i">Seriously?</span>
“It’s over, Izitha,” Sybil growls as her eyes glow with magical energy, “You’re not summoning any more demons!”
“I’m not?” Asks Izzie with mock surprise before turning to look at the massive, rippling red portal behind her, “Then what exactly would you call that, hm?”
Is she dumb or <span class="mu-i">what</span>?! Gesturing to the destruction around you, you send an impatient glare in the witch’s direction! You just smashed her lab and took out, like, half of her backup!
“Not even close, really…” She mutters as <span class="mu-r">THREE SKELETON MAGES</span> emerge from the dust behind her along with <span class="mu-r">TWO GOLEMS,</span> “But please pat yourselves on the back–eet was an eempressive tantrum.”
Gesturing to the <span class="mu-r">PORTAL</span> behind her, the witch continues with a noncommittal shrug. “You see, while you were blunderink through those maintenance tunnels, <span class="mu-i">I</span> was preparink for our new lord’s arrival,” She pauses, sending a condescending grin your way, “Deed you really theenk I’d just seet back and let you stop me? The work ees done--all that's left ees for him to arrive.”
“Well <span class="mu-i">some</span> of the <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANTS</span> did…” Art mutters, clutching the <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER</span> close to his chest.
“Predeectable.” Scoffs the witch. “But you’re meesing one important detail: <span class="mu-r">LORD TIBIUS’</span> other thralls were mere preematives… I, well…” She gestures to the room around her, “I’m <span class="mu-i">special</span>.”
Well she hasn’ tried to murder you yet, so this might be a good time to get her to talk a bit. Then again, you can probably get a hit off on her right now, yea?
What do?
>ASK WHAT’S NEXT IN HER MASTER PLAN!>ASK WHY SHE WANTS TO SUMMON A FRIGGIN’ DEMON HERE!>ASK WHAT THE DEAL IS WITH HER AND TIM!>SCREW THIS–JUST STRIKE WHILE YOU CAN!>WRITE-IN! 