We ended up taking Orik, Magrim Emberaxe, Shalelu and Jakardros with us after a quick swing by the fort on our way up to the mountain. That meant we were officially nine, or Fellowship-ready. I’m not soloing a balrog, so someone else will have to be Gandalf. I’ll be the most useless hobbit. Frodo. Yeah, that’s his name.
The trip up to the Kreeg lair was uneventful and we found ourselves looking at a cave entrance guarded by a pair of ogres. We pulled back to the horses. “So, any suggestions on how to take them both out before they can raise an alarm?” I asked.
“Shalelu, Jakardros and I should be able to sneak close enough to take them out simultaneously,” Geo said.
“Polysike, Aurora and I should be ready to support them with bows just in case,” Orik added.
“Perfect, that’ll be the plan. Paulie, you should take up a position over… Okay, anyone know where Paulie went?” I had a bad feeling about this. I rushed over to our vantage point in time to watch the cat man walking calmly over to the ogres.
“Who you?” one of the ogres asked, sounding exactly like I expected.
“You need not be afraid, friends. I come in peace to speak with you about the glories of mother nature,”
“He’s talking about your mother,” one ogre said to the other.
“Don’t talk about my mom!” the other shouted. “She’s the prettiest girl in the Kreegs!” He swung a meaty fist at the cat man, catching him on the side of his head and sending him flying. Paulie hit a tree and lay there for a moment. His eyes were open and just staring out into space.
“We need to help him!” Aurora whispered.
I put my hand on her shoulder. “Not yet. I’ve seen that face before. This could be very interesting.”
The cat reached up and wiped the trickle of blood from his forehead. He licked his finger. “That, my friend, was a mistake!” he sang out. “Ancestors! Let us show them what true glory is! ONWARD!” He said the last word in a sing-song. The whole thing seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Nearly a dozen translucent spirits rushed out from the cat’s body towards the ogres. Before they could so much as cry out, the giants had been beaten to death in a most violent and bloody manner. Their work finished, the spirits evaporated.
“You notice that?” Fleur asked.
“What?” I subvocalized.
“The ghosts. They weren’t catfolk.” Oh wow. She was right. That seemed important, but I wasn’t sure why. There wasn’t time to dwell on it. We had work to do.
Paulie’s face was devoid of all semblance of thought when we got up to him. “What the hell was that?”
“I visited honor upon them.”
“Visited honor? What? You just killed them.”
“Don’t be foolish! Killing equals honor!”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Honor is a code that states that since history is written by the victors, you need only kill all your enemies and tell everyone you were honorable.”
“Exactly! ONWARD!”
We couldn’t have him at the fore of the group. Just like we couldn’t have Lenn there either. Not if we hoped to hit the enemy quietly and bring them down without raising an alarm through the whole compound. Lenn was easy. He’s used to letting Geo scout, so he just took Geo’s request to guard the rear as his natural job. He knew we’d call him to the front for real action.
Paulie, in this state, however, would take some deft handling. “Paulie, can you keep a secret?”
“It is within my capabilities.”
“Geo alerted me to a number of very recent hill giant tracks in the area, leading away from the cave. I suspect that they’re working with the ogres. Probably a patrol. They could come back at any time. I need someone with a keen eye and quick reflexes to join Lenn in guarding our flank against a surprise attack. Will you take this dangerous job for me?”
He considered. “That sounds like a chance for great glory! Why not take this honor for yourself?”
I leaned in conspiratorially. “Aurora’s staying near party center in order to respond to threats from both sides. I need to stay near her in case something startles me so I have someone beautiful to cling to.”
“Say no more, friend! I shall watch the approach behind us. I may even call out for you so you can join me in earning glory when the giants come!”
“And I will make sure you are aware if any truly glorious fights break out before us.” He grinned at my words and clapped me on the shoulder before moving to join Lenn at the party rear. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god Paulie wasn’t nearly as adept at telling when someone was lying as he was at bluffing when we needed him to do so.
We headed into the caverns – large enough for ogres, so more than large enough for our party. Not far inside, we found a bunch of bones decorating the wall. But they weren’t just any bones. “Are these dragon bones?” Geo asked.
“Blue dragon, I think,” I replied. “And carved like some kind of scrimshaw.” Most of the carvings were boring, ogre stories or something. But there were a few worth noting. “Sihedron runes. We’re in the right place.”
The first large chamber we came to had a massive statue in the center. “I don’t think that’s a statue,” Aurora noted.
I used magic to study it for a moment. She was right! It was a giant’s corpse, held in place and kept from decay by magic. And it wasn’t just any kind of giant. “That’s a rune giant!” I gasped.
“A what?” Orik asked.
“The books I’ve read about ancient Thassilon occasionally mention them. One book, the only one with any real detail, said that they were created by the ancient empire to control and enslave other giants. Most scholars seem to believe that they are extinct now. This corpse is probably ancient.”
“Well, then he won’t miss his expensive looking gear.” Orik had a point. The giant was wearing some massive, gem encrusted armor and a sihedron medallion that I’m pretty sure was too large for even Flavor Flav.
“Pull the medallion and I’ll prep a spell to shrink the armor,” I said. “Try to be quiet doing it.”
Immediately after removing the medallion, the corpse crumbled into dust, sending the armor tumbling to the ground. Most of the sound was muffled by the dust, but there was a dull thud as it struck the ground. We waited on high alert for a couple minutes, but there were no sounds of a response from deeper within the caverns. I shrank down the armor and we continued on.
As we continued on, we passed a chamber with a large pit. A coin enchanted with light tossed in revealed smoldering bone fragments. We considered the possibility that Lamatar’s corpse was within, but we didn’t want to risk climbing down until we had gotten rid of the cave’s occupants first. So we decided to come back later if we hadn’t already found Lamatar.
Geo, Shalelu and Jakardros scouted ahead while we were studying the pit. They returned a few moments later. “Careful up ahead. They’re patrolling the cave. We took out the first patrol, but there may be others.” Damn. I hadn’t even heard the kill. I was even more amazed when we passed the bodies of a pair of ogres and a freaking hill giant, which looked to have been killed extremely quickly.
Not far past the patrol, we found what looked like it had once been the main den, but had apparently been converted into a forge. I was disgusted by the conditions. As a trained arcane blacksmith, this was strictly amateur hour bull crap. Ventilation was poor, the tools were crude and the damn ogres obviously had no idea what they were doing. Killing them was no longer just a necessity to protect the people of the region. It was now a service to all blacksmiths the world over.
There were ten ogre workers and some kind of task master. There was little chance to kill them all before anyone could escape to raise the alarm within. And there were two exits at the other end of the room. But I had an idea on how to prevent their escape.
I shared my plan with the others and they agreed to the plan. We would make a fair amount of noise, but at least there would be plausible question about what was going on. If we moved quickly afterward, our enemy would be unable to really prepare properly.
I cast an invisibility charm on Orik and Aurora. They moved quickly and as quietly as possible to block the far exits. Then I told Lenn and Paulie we had giants that needed killing. “GLORIOUS!” Paulie shouted as Lenn charged.
As suspected, several ogres tried to flee, but were cut down by the now visible defenders. The rest died quickly to the party’s brutal onslaught. Sadly, I didn’t contribute much beyond opening with a burst of radiant light that blinded several ogres and seared their very souls due to the evil within. Lenn got the most individual kills and Geo was number one on assists, in case you’re curious.
As everyone’s minor wounds were healed up, I took a moment to look over the ogres’ handiwork. They were making weapons for even larger giants. They’d be moderately effective, but overall were very shoddy. If I had submitted one of these to my blacksmithing instructor, he would have kicked me out of school so quickly that I would have attained infinite mass and/or traveled back in time.
We moved forward quickly and found a trio of annis hags weaving foul magic in a chamber off the main path. Aurora and Lenn both went halo mode and charged in. Not sure about Lenn, but I know Aurora was thinking of the hag Geo had told us about and the state of the bodies she had been dumping. She was at least as angry as I was about that.
The room was too small for more than a few of us to enter, so our other frontline fighters moved in while Paulie, Shalelu and Jakardros took shots from the doorway. I wasn’t certain I could avoid hitting allies, so I watched down the pathway for incoming enemies. As a precaution, I summoned a Hound Archon to act as a wall between me and any oncoming threat.
After a few moments of fighting, one of the hags summoned a cloud of fog and tried to escape, running right into my hound archon, who knocked her to the ground with amazing efficiency. She looked up at me and her eyes showed her complete terror. “Please,” she begged. “Show me mercy!”
“Like the mercy you and your sisters showed those poor people your sister was dumping into the river?” I drew my gun as she cried out in terror. “In the name of the governor of Magnimar, by the authority invested in me to protect the citizens of this region, I hereby charge you with the brutal murders of at least several citizens or travelers in this region. How do you plead?”
“Please! You can’t do this!”
“I can and I will. Your plea has been entered.” I fired my gun point blank, right between her eyes. Blood dripped from a single, perfect wound as the light faded from her eyes. “You have been found guilty. Sentence: Death. Justice has been served.” I turned to the hound archon. “Before you fade, decapitate all three hag corpses.” I don’t believe they have any kind of resurrection power, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
We continued onward and found what looked like an abandoned shrine to Lamashtu. It was a bit curious that the ogres had been worshippers of the mother of monsters and had stopped. Not that I cared. Whatever else they had decided to worship instead was probably just as bad. At this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that they had switched to worshipping a VHS of Deliverance they had found, so anything less unlikely wouldn’t have fazed me.
What did surprise me was the shrine’s guardian. He was obviously a wight. His head was encircled in a crown of ice and his hand was a claw of icicles. But the really surprising part was when he spoke. “Jakardros! I see you have come to join me! I will usher you and your allies into an icy grave so you can come back strong as I did.”
“No!” Jakardros yelled. “Lay down your weapons, Lamatar. We’re going to lay you to rest and return you to Myriana!”
The wight laughed and charged. Aurora stepped in the way and took the blow. It was only glancing, but drew a bit of blood from her cheek. The blood spattered on the wight and it recoiled in pain. Steam rose from where the blood touched the creature.
Aurora took the opportunity to unleash a flurry of her own blows and Lenn charged in as well. I unleashed another burst of light, which also burned the creature. All in all, it wasn’t much of a fight. Nine to one made it fairly easy.
Magrim consecrated the shrine, destroying it. He also consecrated the bones of Lamatar, which we then shoved in a magic bag. Then we continued on deeper in the cave. As we approached what we would soon learn was the final chamber of the cave, we heard someone shout from within.
“Curse you, Lucrecia, you coward! Get back here and fight!”
Fleur growled. “She got away again!”
Within the massive chamber was a massive throne. Seated upon it was a stone giant. If I had to guess, he was maybe thirteen feet tall. In the room with him was one more stone giant who looked like a guard and eleven ogre skeletons armed with ogre hooks.
The fight was chaotic, but this is more or less what happened. Geo and Shalelu focused on the stone giant guard. Aurora, Orik and Magrim focused on the skeletal ogres. Paulie, Jak and I supported everyone where we could and Lenn charged the giant on the throne.
Geo and Shalelu had an easy enough time with it. Geo had been studying for this for years, perhaps even his whole life. Tendons were slashed, kidneys were pulled. Arrows went into the eyes. You know, that kind of thing.
Aurora, Magrim and Orik did the whole “Back-to-Back Badasses” thing. The skeletons didn’t stand much of a chance, especially with Magrim channeling holy energy and Paulie and Jak splintering bones with well-placed arrows.
The real meat of the fight, however, was between Lenn and the giant leader. The giant was apparently the necromancer who had created the skeletons, because he cast a fly charm and took off higher into the chamber. Lenn jumped and swung as he began his flight, managing to score a glancing blow.
The giant laughed. “You are no match for Barl Breakbones!” He flew around the chamber casting spells at us, seemingly at random. Not that I’m complaining. If he didn’t want to focus, that was fine with me.
Meanwhile, Lenn began climbing the wall. Experienced rock climbers will tell you to keep three points of contact at all times. Lenn, on the other hand, looked more like a beast than an experienced climber. But it was effective enough. He got high enough, leapt out and swung, scoring a great hit on the giant, but not enough to bring him down.
Lenn began his climb again, but the giant was smart enough to keep out of jump range. He laughed at Lenn’s frustrated roar. But he hadn’t counted on one thing.
“BEHOLD THE WIZARD!” I sang out. “BEWARE HIS POWER! UNSPEAKABLE POWER!”
“You’re such a drama queen,” Fleur noted.
“I just don’t want anyone to think I’m doing nothing this whole fight.”
The giant’s head snapped in my direction. He looked on in horror as I dispelled his flight charm. I just waved as he began floating towards the ground with the fragmented remnants of his spell. It was either that or wait long enough for Lenn to get frustrated and decide to grow wings.
As the giant neared the ground, I winked and pointed at Lenn. “DIE! GIANT!” Lenn roared and delivered a falling axe from the turnbuckle. I’m pretty sure the ref didn’t see it. I did and I will never forget the sight of his head flying off of his body, slamming into an ogre skeleton, bouncing and landing right on top of another’s ogre hook.
“GOAL!” Fleur shouted, even if only I could hear her.
With Lenn free to help, the remaining skeletons were brought down in a matter of moments. All in all, it was a fairly good fight. In the end, ogre skeletons are way more fun to fight than actual ogres.
Eff my life that I have an opinion on that subject.
We went through the caves and found more evidence of Lucrecia’s presence. It looked like we had missed her after all. It also looked like the ogres had sent out their valuables in tribute to their new giant masters. We did find some loot, including the equipment the ogres were using. Mostly worthless, but it would be worthwhile to break them down into magicite.
We also found a bunch of equipment that the ogres had stolen from the Black Arrows. It was all stamped with their emblem, so it was quite easy to tell apart from other items we found. “Return this to the Black Arrows?” I asked the others. I got nods pretty much all around. Jakardros looked surprised and thanked us.
We also found a large missive among Barl’s things. It appeared to be written on some kind of stretched hide. What follows is the text of the missive.
Barl,
Teraktinus indicates that a human town called Sandpoint may hide what my Lord seeks. He will lead several of the People as well as the dragon Longtooth and the human wizard on a raid of the town soon. Prepare your ogre slaves to cover their retreat to Jorgenfist. Be ready to return at my command. You will obey!
-M
“Sandpoint is in danger,” Shalelu said. “We must hurry back.”
“I don’t have any more teleportation spells prepared. We’ll need to return to the fort and sleep. We can port there in the morning. Besides, I think we have time. Give me a sec.” I was a fair scribe and did a quick analysis. As I thought, the ink was fresh. It couldn’t have been delivered earlier than yesterday. I wasn’t entirely certain where the giants’ stronghold was, but I could make some educated guesses. “Yeah, we have time.”
“How much?” Aurora asked.
I did some quick calculations. “If we assume that they started a day closer than here and assume they travel without rest, then they will arrive sometime tomorrow. But I don’t think that’s likely. ‘M’ – Mokmurian, maybe? – seems cautious. They’ll likely travel only at night to avoid detection until they’re closer. Realistically, they should arrive within about four days, maybe as early as two days if my assumptions are fairly off.”
We loaded up with as much valuable stuff as we could carry and prepared to head out. But I had one more thing left to do with the cave. I pulled out a detonator and pressed the button, setting off C-4 charges I had placed in key places within the cavern as we’d gone along. Yes, I can make C-4, now that I have a proper lab and magicite, anyway. My third cousin used to be an explosives expert for the IRA. I spent a summer visiting family in Ireland and learned a few things. My grandfather wanted me to become a priest. My uncle snuck me some whisky. And my new favorite cousin and I spent time away from town blowing stuff up. It was a good trip.
The ground shook as the caverns collapsed. Several of my companions looked at me in alarm. “What? We don’t want anything else moving into these caves. They’re too close to the fort and village.”
Despite the fact that it was out of our way, we went to the Shimmerglens first. The nymph, Myriana, was overjoyed with the return of Lamatar’s corpse. She immediately cast a spell which I recognized as a reincarnation. Despite the fact that reincarnation is supposed to be blocked by necromancy, it worked, but not without cost.
The nymph’s ghost faded away as Lamatar returned, now a kitsune. The fox man didn’t even look over his new body before dropping to his knees. “Myriana?! What have you done?” he sobbed. Jakardros walked over and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and Shalelu stood next to the two of them during the wordless exchange. “I swear to you, my beloved, that I will serve as guardian of the place for the rest of my life.”
“I really wish that we could do something for them,” Aurora said. “To have been through so much but to end up parted after all…”
“Yeah,” I said. “But we would need a more powerful spell than what we have access to. If she hadn’t become an undead, we could probably raise her. I think Paulie has the spell we’d need and I can get the materials quickly. But this is beyond us.”
“What about the scroll?” Magrim asked Orik.
“Scroll?” Aurora and I asked simultaneously.
Orik chuckled. “I must have spent too much time with you people to even be considering this.” He shook his head. “We were given a scroll capable of resurrecting even those who have become undead in case of an emergency. Generally, we were supposed to only use it if the person in question was believed to have mission-critical information.” He reached into his pack and pulled out a scroll, handing it to Magrim. “If anyone asks, this was what you required as a payment to make our new gun in addition to the cost of materials. If it’s as good as you indicate, the boss won’t likely chew me out for wasting this thing.”
“Orik,” I said. “You’re my hero.” I looked around for a moment before spotting the pixie. “Yap! Front and center!”
The pixie sped out from behind the bush he had been cowering behind. “What is it, you who helped lay my mistress to rest?”
“After your mistress died, what happened to her body?”
“I recovered it and returned it here, to her home, and buried it.”
“Show me where.” The pixie led me to the spot and I dug out the spot immediately using a magic spell instead of hard labor.
Lamatar rushed to me, livid. He grabbed my shirt and pulled my face in front of his, growling. “What the hell are you doing?!” I didn’t respond, instead just winking. The dwarf, meanwhile, walked over and grabbed one of the now scattered bones. He unrolled the scroll and began reading the spell. Lamatar apparently had some basic knowledge of spellcraft, because immediately realized what was going on. He released his grip on my shirt and moved over to the dwarf, his expression hopeful.
After approximately a minute of casting, the spell was complete. Glowing tendrils of magical energy enveloped the bone. They shimmered and writhed all around, expanding into the shape of a woman and coalesced into flesh.
Myriana’s eyes blinked. She stared at each of us in surprise. Lamatar threw his arms around her and the two shared a heartwarming embrace. I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve seen so many horrible things in this world. This was one of those very rare moments where I got to see something that made it all almost feel worthwhile.
Fleur appeared next to me, sporting a pair of fox ears and tail, looking almost like Holo the Wise Wolf. “You think their kids will be as attractive as Samantha said her friend Veil is?”
“…And the moment is over,” I subvocalized, annoyed.
“What? I’m just saying.”
“As I understand it, Queen Velandhrathal is even more beautiful that Samantha indicated. And two, you know the rule.”
“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Fleur, say it.”
“Yes, mother. No yiffing.”
After several moments of embracing her beloved, Myriana reached out and touched a tree. Leaves wrapped around her in some semblance of clothing. Dammit, I had been so caught up in the moment I hadn’t even noticed that she was naked. And she was hot, dammit!
“I cannot repay you for this gift you have given me,” she said. “But I will try my best. First of all, I hereby decree that all friends of your fortress and the village need fear nothing within my domain. And should someone wish to attack them, my people will help as much as we can.” She pointed to me. “And you. Yap tells me that you are a musician, are you not?”
“I am,” I said.
She reached up and carefully removed a lock of her hair tied with a vine. “Then take this and my blessing, musician. And again, all of you, take my thanks.”
It was more than just hair. It was a token of favor, a sign of a nymph’s blessing. I knew bards who would kill for that, since it was well known to be a type of magic that improved one’s ability to perform. Kinda like the patronage of a leanan sidhe, without the demands of love and devotion. Also, nymphs don’t feed on the performer’s life force like their fey counterparts.
Next time I was in Absalom, I was going to rub this in a few people’s faces. But for now, I just thanked her and drew out my violin. Hey, it’s tradition. You’re supposed to play a song for the nymph. If not before, then after gaining the blessing.
I was feeling a bit nostalgic, so I sang one of the most difficult songs I knew – well, it’s easy to get tongue tied singing anyway – in a brogue as I played along. And I translated it to Taldan as I was doing so. Let’s just say it wasn’t easy. Rocky Road to Dublin had always been difficult to do well even in English. But I had no trouble, at least in part thanks to the nymph’s blessing.
The rest of the party just seemed to take it as a given that since I was acting as if I knew what I was doing, I probably actually knew what I was doing. I don’t need that kind of power.
The song complete, we said our farewells and headed back to the fort. The rest of the Black Arrows were as shocked by our return of the magic items as Jakardros had been. They cheered for us and one of the women – an attractive blond who had been making eyes at me since we’d rescued them – took me off to a secluded part of the fort and very enthusiastically showed me her gratitude.
It was too early to sleep, so I decided to burn my last prepared major spell for the day. After all, preparing it had been why I couldn’t teleport us to Sandpoint right now, so I might as well get some good out of it. As I had been putting my clothing back on, I’d had an idea. It had come to me all of a sudden.
Elastic. I wanted to make something out of elastic.
But what to make with it? Sweatbands might be an option, albeit a silly one. And they wouldn’t serve much of a purpose. But maybe there was something that would. Aurora had been trying to make us into a more cohesive unit and I wanted to help her. Perhaps there was a way to do so using the amazing stretchiness of elastic. It would have to be something at once unifying and showing each person’s individuality to fly with our group, kind of how they used to paint planes with individual designs back in the old days. They were all the same, but at the same time were also unique.
I concentrated, forming what I wanted in my mind’s eye. I decided on Catalina blue for the color as it would clash the least with everyone’s clothing. For the base form, I used something I had made before back home, a simple armband. In fact, one should be sitting in my closet right now, if no one has messed with my old cosplay stuff. The one at home wasn’t elastic. Cloth seemed more authentic, but I had started this wanting to play with elastic, not have to measure everyone I knew to get a proper fit.
For the individual symbols, I used something that I felt fit each person. Lenn’s was something of an Iron Chef/Jolly Roger logo, combining a pair of sausages with a chef’s hat. For Paulie, I used that symbol of his with a Cheshire cat grin laid over it. For Geo, I chose a Chibi-fied Cthulu, not for the tentacles, but because that way lies madness.
For my own, I put together a number of symbols, referencing Voltron, Strike Witches and My Little Pony. I figured I’d make up a reason for those symbols later. The only thing that I really planned ahead was the repeat use of the number five. There are five of us and I felt it appropriate.
Finally, for Aurora, I chose an image I recalled seeing of a bunny dressed as a maid and applied “American Kirby is Hardcore” to turn it into a badass, throwing in a couple of chain guns and an eye patch because Aurora’s a badass and deserves a badass emblem. As for why I chose a bunny? Is it not good enough that Aurora’s hotter than any Playboy Bunny?
Not buying it, eh? Okay, the truth is she has a birthmark on her back between her shoulder blades that looks kinda like a bunny’s head. Not a Playboy bunny profile but a rabbit looking at you kind of thing. She doesn’t need to know I’ve seen it, if she even knows she has it. So I’ll make something up. Hell, better she thinks that I think of naked women when I think of her than tell her I accidentally saw her mostly naked.
I probed it with the magic, and despite being an exotic material for the region, apparently elastic wasn’t an expensive spell from a magic perspective. I could make more than five very easily. I decided to go ahead and make some for the Black Arrows with a black emblem on a silver band and some for Orik’s company with a gold emblem on a red band.
I had one of the sentries go retrieve Paulie, then I cut my hand and worked the magic. It wasn’t too difficult all in all. While waiting for the cat man who I was starting to suspect had once been reincarnated just like Lamatar, I bundled up each set of bands in a piece of cloth.
When the two returned, I gave the sentry the bundles and asked him to take them to Orik and Jakardros. Paulie healed me up, right as rain, and I enlisted his help in gathering our friends.
I went to find Geo. He was doing some sort of horrifying experiment with the alchemist who had arrived the other day.
It was at that moment that I finally recognized the tattoo. It was the mark of a guild, one with a particular reputation for magical science gone mad. He was an Oenopion Fleshforger. They used all sorts of magical and alchemical means to try to create new and better soldiers through the horrifying art of fleshwarping.
It was altogether possible that Geo had joined these monsters. I knew he wouldn’t use their torturous techniques on others, but experiments on himself weren’t out of the question. Far from it, they seemed to be his standard modus operandi. Just where this trip down the rabbit hole would lead, I had no idea. But I wanted no part of it.
I told him to come meet us when he was done, then just shut the door and left. I didn’t want to know what they were doing. None of my business.
We gathered a little over an hour later and I presented them to my friends and allies. They seemed to like them and were amazed at the stretchiness of them. As I was putting mine on, Aurora asked me what the Japanese characters on them meant. I couldn’t very well tell her that they said “Disciplinary Committee”, so instead I said “Those Who Punish the Wicked”. It was close enough. In that moment, I felt that we had all bonded in our common goals.
Those who would prey on others, those who would do harm to the innocent. And especially those with Teraktinus who were planning to attack Sandpoint in the near future. Take notice now. The Disciplinary Committee is coming to teach you the rules of society.
Koi koi.
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