>>6294162
https://youtu.be/_oMu2xy1LAM
A symphony of clanking cogs, bubbling brews, and churning machinery greets you as you struggle to regain your bearings, but above the discordant din rises another sound: a voice, you think: one second crackling and raspy, the next booming as if amplified by some kind of machine.

“UNIts 280 thROUGh 475, ADjusT SWEEPing PAttERnS bY THReE BlOCKs–FOURTH QUADRANT REAPPLY OUTER SHIELDS–ACTIVE CASE 5066: puRSue BELLigEReNT: iNCreaSE TaRGEt DISTanCE By TWo STRideS, MAIntAIN SCRyING LOck suppLEMENtaRY UNIts ONE THROUGH eighT MAinTAIn TRackING DIsTANCE ANd RElaY TO purSUER UNiTS-”

The commands come in constant, uninterrupted cant punctuated only by the occasional damp cough, gasping wheeze, or the occasional mechanical squawking sound akin to radio static. Taking a few cautious steps towards its source, you find the culprit drifting above like a police radio duct-taped to a lost balloon! Three massive flickering globes towering over you like lights on a Christmas Tree that should have been replaced years ago–their owner barely reacting even as you stand beneath his glowing gaze...

Magical energy radiates from the mage, its overpowering energy causing you to violently tremble and squint as if he'd emptied an entire bottle of cologne over his head! You can practically TASTE it!

“HASTE. POWER WORD KILL. MEtaMAGIcal AddENDUM: EXPAnd TARgET DIaMEter by 3 FeET ANd FOur inchES. WAit buT A MomENt–SWEEp MONorAIL CArS EIght ThROUGH ELEveN ANd CAchE ALl OBsERvatiONS TAKe A SEat!”

No doubt about it, you think as the mage continues to float about the chamber, this is him: Mr. Umberal. Archmage of Trimbault Academy. One of four LORDS the devil sent you to destroy…

ARCHMAGE TRIER. In the flesh.

”Ant?” Mutters RED with uncharacteristic unease in his voice, ”Don’t even THINK of attacking this guy yet…”

What do?
>Confirm: is he Trier?
>Ask about the Spicys!
>Query about the Teksouls!
>Inquire about your pals!
>Take a seat and chill for a bit!
>Chat with RED. What’s wrong?
>LEAVE!
>Write-In!