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Post by Sunday on Dec 2, 2018 9:28:41 GMT
One evening, after a couple of weeks’ absence with absolutely no word or sighting since leaving Daisy, Taffeta, Tugark, and Grimes in the Feywild, Lady Sunday saunters through the doors of the Gilded Mirror, across the common room, and up the stairs to her usual chambers. The more-perceptive clientele (and literally everyone else) would have spotted she was back to her regular size, and still sporting her bone-dreads hairstyle. The more noticeable thing, however, was that she was dragging the body of a very large, very dead fiend. When pressed on it, Lady Sunday would say nothing other than “business” and “practice”.
A few hours later, she makes her way to the Three-Headed Ettin, sits on the bar, red-booted legs dangling over the edge of the polished wood, and accepts a large pint from Coll, which she knocks back, before belching loudly, and looking round the room to see if she spots anyone who can bring her up to speed.
“So, Granny needs fighting, then?”
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Post by Demik / Code on Dec 2, 2018 11:16:44 GMT
Startled by a thunderous belch, Demik turns to the left to find Lady Sunday sitting a a few stools away from him.
"It appears so... I can't seem to recall what was your deal with Granny after that whole "phylactery recovery business", but I suspect she'll use this opportunity to claim her part of my deal. My side has unfortunately been determined."
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Post by Sunday on Dec 2, 2018 11:28:01 GMT
“You’re pretty open about your allegiance? Why shouldn’t someone kill you right now? Apart from not wanting to get blood on Coll’s floor.....”
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Post by Demik / Code on Dec 2, 2018 12:44:19 GMT
"Can you really call it an allegiance when it's forced upon you? I would rather stay away from whatever grievances exist between Nowhere and Granny. Even though we both took Nowhere's side in the past, his recent actions are... ambiguous at best."
Demik pauses for a second, taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"As for Granny, she's a hag so I don't trust her either. However, I do recall you being quite excited to meet her, even to go as far as "admiring" her, perhaps? Why would anyone be sure that your allegiance won't swing like your mood so often does?"
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Post by Sunday on Dec 2, 2018 15:50:44 GMT
“You could always leave Daring? Or figure out a way to negate her deal? You’re a smart cookie.” She reaches up and taps the circlet around her brow. “So am I now, too. Happy to help a fellow academic.....
And for my allegiance to swing, I would need to have one first. I was never on Nowhere’s side: the chance to kill a god was enough to get me along on that little adventure. And now there’s a chance a Hag Queen might die. Now that’s exciting.”
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Post by Sunday on Dec 2, 2018 16:07:00 GMT
“Also, I’ve got a massive fiend in my room. It’s dead. You wannit? Could be good for research or something.”
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Post by Demik / Code on Dec 2, 2018 16:28:35 GMT
Demik looks confused by the offer. "Where did you get the... You know what? Nevermind, you can keep it."
"Leaving Daring will not help. The terms of the deal were clear: when called upon, I have to come and help Granny with whichever favour she asks of me. That hag could teleport me from any plane of existence into her kitchen if she so wished!" Demik handles a couple of copper pieces to Steve IV. Taking them into his mouth, he skips down the bar, giving them to a slightly disgusted Coll. "Thank you for the coffee Coll." As Demik readies himself to leave, he turns to Lady Sunday one last time. "I've been researching every day, trying to find a way to negate a hag's deal. So far, I've only found one solution, and that has been keeping me awake every night." After a short nod the wizard turns away, walking straight to the door with Steve IV not too far behind him. |
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Post by Sunday on Dec 2, 2018 16:35:15 GMT
(Haha Steve IV)
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