>>5895107>>5895116>>5895128>>5895154>>5895198>>5895236>Who hasn’t stolen corpses, glued parts together, and tried to transplant their soul into it? That’s innocent knucklehead kid stuff.>Ask your master about ‘Freyja.’>Literally Balthazar looks like he already did that himself. Multiple times.“..You stole student body parts from the morgue to stick together, lady Sigrid..?” You keep your voice low and nudge your master. “That’s, I mean.. was your construction of this ‘Freyja’ really worth it..?”
“Feh. Of course it was. The body I’d built had all the social and magical advantages of an elf on top of the physical advantages of all manner of races–lizardfolk, gnomes, humans, aarakocra.. and a handful of miscellaneous species internally.” Your master ruminates. “What a loss. It took me months to wait for the right students to die, to put her together..”
“Well.. it sounds like it could solve your current problem quite permanently, master.” You try to picture a chimera great witch as your master instead. It’s not all that difficult–just a little more scaly, a few more feathers here and there. “Why did you abandon the idea?”
“A human transpeciation potion is bit more ethically sound as a means to attain more power–and a human face is more merchandisable than an amalgam of several different species’ corpse with a hobbit soul inside.” Your master sighs wistfully. “Of course.. it would be a lie to say I’ve wholly abandoned the idea. I’ve ruminated on it before–the construction of a Freyja 2.0 with my current resources and power. Rather than piecing together the scrabble bits of dead students, I could use the corpses of great witches and wizards for her..! Imagine that! All the magical capacity, beauty, physicality of my forebears.. I would be the greatest great witch of all time! Practically a goddess! Imagine it, Snuff.. the Great Witch Freyja de Hautdesert, Lady of the Slain! Heh–.. heh heh..”
“WHY IS SHE GIGGLING.” The eye of the beholder loudly demands.
