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[color=0BA535][i]Imbeciles. All of them.[/i][/color]

Shandris was left dumbfounded; unable to believe her own eyes at what she was witnessing. These villains—no, [i]cretins[/i]—likely couldn't take over a single kingdom, much less the world! She sighed, partly wishing this was all but a dream as skeleton butler upon skeleton butler raced to the necromancer's side, teacup in hand. 

At least one thing was favorable, however. With the skeletons and other minions, they'd have [i]some[/i] cannon fodder from the get-go if push came to shove (though these dimwits would be a better distraction to throw at the enemy instead, she believed).

Looking across the table as the Illithid took his seat, Shandris nodded. [color=0BA535]"I would've preferred to start earlier, but nonetheless, let us begin."[/color] She spoke, reaching for a series of small, wooden sigils, and then placed them on one of the maps. [color=0BA535]"As you may have heard, the kingdoms have begun forming alliance after alliance with one another. It has been centuries since something of this nature has happened. Centuries since the dark and vile, as they say, once ruled the world."[/color] 

Shandris leaned back in her chair, glancing around the room. [color=0ba535]"So, I ask, what do you all plan to do?"[/color]