Rolled 4, 7, 5, 10, 20 = 46 (5d20)
>>5209225You close your eyes, open them again, and all at once you are looking up at The Chaplain again. You aren’t sure how much time has passed, but it can’t have been TOO long, or you would already have had Irinnile ripped away from you by force, or your head smashed open upon the stone, or both.
Time to make your case.
“The succubus cannot be destroyed an recreated in the way your propose,” you say.
“CANNOT?”
“Should not,” you hurriedly amend. “Apologies, Holy One. What I mean is that… The prince of Hawksong carries her influence within him. Without that direct connection, I fear that the Incubus I spoke of will have sole pruview.”
‘L-Lispy!’ Irinnile hisses. ‘That’s not true! I didn’t, like, know how to do the “ectoplasm trick” myself when we blue-balled that blueblood in the bathroom!’
The Chaplain doesn’t know that, though, and this gives him pause.
“With all respect and reverence, Chaplain, what would be the point of slaying and resummoning her now? She'll just pick up more classified knowledge and need to be resummoned again and again.”
“Do you not see how that would be better, more compartmentalized, and thus lower the risk of a leak or information loss?” The Chaplain asks.
“But it would also limit her utility,” you argue—ARGUING, with a SERPENT PRIEST! My, how you have changed. “Her command of her abilities, her understanding of our mode of operation, the strength accumulated along with those memories… All would be compromised. Holy One, what you propose is that we destroy a veteran agent of The Grand Design, in order to instead trained an unreliable, unpredictable novice with reduced impulse control for every mission. It is like taking a skilled Infiltrator and giving them a lobotomy so they cannot be interrogated. You may achieve the desired effect, but the loss of operational efficiency is a CONSIDERABLE trade-off.”
‘Ooo, talk dirty to me,’ Irinnile jokes, but you can feel her underlying tension.
The Chaplain stares at you, considering.
