>>5320025<span class="mu-s">WAIT,</span> you snarl as you press your face against the console, she promised you an <span class="mu-s">AUDIENCE!</span>
“D’oh, you’re right–how seelly of me.” The witch replies with mock regret in her voice. “Oh wait, no you’re not: I promeesed you an audience, but I never said I’d help you <span class="mu-i">GET</span> there. Stupid.”
Filling the totem chamber with a long, hollow laugh, the witch takes a moment to compose herself as your friends approach the console too.
“Not my fault eef you’re late to the meeting, now ees eet? Goodbye, Stanley,” She chuckles, “You and your preemitive band of rodents have been <span class="mu-i">very</span> helpful. Speakink of…” She continues as the deactivated golems on the platforms around you begin to jostle with activity, “Teevor.”
“<span class="mu-g">H-HIGH SCHOLAR!</span>” He sputters from the back of the group, “Th-they captured me–I w-was-”
“Congratulations, stupid, you helped the preemitives too much.” Izzie drones with barely a hint of enthusiasm in her tone. “You’re hereby demoted to the poseetion of <span class="mu-g">LAY CUSTODIAN</span> for beink <span class="mu-i">so</span> dumb it was bordeline <span class="mu-i">treasonous</span>.”
The glow in Teevor’s eyes fades to a nigh-imperceptible level. “N-no… no, I-”
“You can start by deesposink of your new friend’s remains.” The witch barks. “No slackink, now…”
With that last word, the line goes dead on the console and is immediately replaced by a string of flashing red symbols followed by the few doors you can see locking themselves behind those toothlike barriers from earlier!
“Hate to say I toldja’ so, guys,” Talbot mutters as the army of golems in the chamber slowly reassembles itself, “But I tol-”
“Be stupid later!” Sybil barks before spinning to face Teevor’s nigh-catatonic form! “Teevor, where is she going?!”
Yea, you add with a frantic nod, and how do <span class="mu-i">you</span> get there?!
“Well,” he stammers, still flatfooted from what just transpired, “There’s, erm-”
“<span class="mu-s">LOOK OUT!</span>”
Heeding Ly’s warning, you whip around just in time to come face-to-face with a charging golem!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100+10 (+5 BUNNY SUIT,+5 BONE SPEED) TO NOT GET GOT! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS! (+5 BONEUS IF YOU ATTEMPT TO COUNTER!)</span>
