As far as I’m concerned, the Lich Lords of the Grand Necropolis are just a bunch of sentient Roombas, solemnly bumbling around in circles in the dustiest corners of the necropolis.
Like seriously, what the fuck are they even doing?
Supposedly they’re these ancient, all-powerful beings, movers of destinies, terrifying whispers in the void, and yet when actual shit hit the fan, they were nowhere to be fucking seen.
The Inquisitor was ass-deep in demons, knee-deep in eldritch bullshit, bleeding out in five dimensions at once, and what did the Great and Powerful Roomba Brigade do?
And when Rook had two elven gods actively trying to clap their cheeks into the astral plane like they were a fucking party favor?
Radio silence. Not a cursed peep. Didn’t even bother to send a passive-aggressive ghost emoji.
Just vibing uselessly in the basement, dry-humping the same cracked marble pillar for six hundred years, probably trying to invent a dildo that hits your soul’s g-spot and calls you “Master of the Necropolis” every five minutes to make eternity slightly less boring.
Emmrich, babe, i beg you, reconsider your career choices.