>>5324018“Yes, yes, <span class="mu-i">very</span> conveencink argument…” The witch chuckles with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Now that we’ve all gotten that out of our seestems, let’s circle back to the task at hand, yes?”
“N…no!”
Narrowing her eyes in shocked anger, the High Scholar turns to face the deep-voiced lab tech! “Bolldo…” She hisses, “What exactly are you doink, you seely beely?”
“Taking a stand, Izitha!” He responds with renewed confidence in his voice! “I may be a skeletal thrall of an undead, disgusting, tree-licking primitive, but that doesn’t mean I should blindly follow the will of others–I’m a <span class="mu-i">scientist</span>, damn it!”
“Indeed!” Cheers the spectacled mage with a nod of her head! “I choose to break my shackles–not give the key to another tyrant!”
“And I as well!” Roars the mustachioed mage as he shakes his fists in the air! “We’ve already fed the souls of those tank-dwellers generating power to this facility to this insatiable demon lord of yours–what guarantee do we have that we won’t be next!? And what <span class="mu-i">other</span> demons will be invited after yours? <span class="mu-r">THE COLLECTOR OF SECRETS?</span> <span class="mu-r">THE ONE WHO ITCHES?</span>”
“What of <span class="mu-r">THE HAMMERING CAT OF THE SCRAWLED REALMS?!</span>”
“Don’t be dramatic, you fools…” The witch groans as her subordinates slowly float over to your side of the lab, “There are nearly <span class="mu-r">8 BILLION PREEMITIVES</span> on this planet alone–do you truly believe they won’t be devoured <span class="mu-i">first</span>?”
“AH! She said ‘<span class="mu-i">first</span>’!” Shouts spectacles!
“No I deedn’t!” Izitha quickly retorts, “I said ‘<span class="mu-i">thirst</span>! B-because <span class="mu-r">THE DWELLER IN THE DEEP</span> will be thirsty, duh-DOI!”
Despite her corrections, the techs refuse to move! Regarding her ex-subordinates with a look of pure, unadulterated malice, the High Scholar asks one last question in a low, near imperceptible tone:
“... is that your decision, then?”
“Yes.” Bolldo nods, prompting his associates to follow suit, “It <span class="mu-i">is</span>.”
Taking in one more deep, lingering breath, the witch responds with a noncommittal shrug.
“Pity. <span class="mu-b">CORPSE EXPLOSION.</span>”
<span class="mu-b">ROLL 1d100 TO DODGE… SOMETHING! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
