Rolled 16, 17, 7 = 40 (3d20)
>>5783584I appreciate it, but even then the 'don't do it! spare the animals!' aggregate would be the majority.>>5783562You stared down into the eyes of the jackalope, and you tried—you really tried—to do as your instructor said, to still your heart and do what must be done to advance human (and demihuman) knowledge. To hesitate was to fail, and even in NATURE, sacrifice was necessary to survive and to progress. Both rabbits and deer—and presumably jackalopes as well—were prey species. They were born in droves, and had to die in droves, or destroy their ecosystems. To feed a creature like Muffins, prey HAD to be predated upon. It was the order of things!
(…And yet. AND YET.)
The jackalope shivered, unable to move, to bolt, pinned in place as if paralyzed and yet unable to die. Your eyes drifted to the cutting tools and forceps provided.
(…And yet, THIS was not natural. This was a horror born in the human heart, a product of the mage’s mind.)
You had planned to make and care for chimeras, hadn't you? It was why you studied those arts… But you had also studied medical magic. Your ambition, fresh and ephemeral as it still was, saw you as a sort of warden for the strange things of nature and of the wilds.
(Its eyes reminded you of Muffins’ goat-eyes…)
“Hey, are you alright?”
[DC 15 Chimercism, normally higher but I appreciate a clever write-in and I'm trying to do a compromise option...]
