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7/10/2025, 2:52:44 AM
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“Farewell, farwell! Fare thee well, or fare thee poorly—so long as you fairy on, Fair friends!”
You watch The Naked Emperor wave one out-of-place arm to its adoring-but-anxious Unseelie courtiers. It still unsettles you to see an otherwise-humanoid limb just jutting out of the doughy mass of meat which forms the bizarre eastern beastie’s body… Though perhaps not so much as some of the OTHER things which have emerged from the big lump of lard.
“C’mon,” you command the hundun. “Get a move on!”
“It’s rather atypical to receive orders from another, let alone a tiny mortal like yourself, Miss Zith-Zi.”
“That gonna be a problem?”
“Perhaps a problem for another day,” the monster chirps cheerily, its voice echoing eerily inside your own skull for lack of a mouth to speak with. “I’m rather enjoying the change of pace, right now!”
You’re already regretting bringing the blob-monster back home to your dungeon, and you might not have done so at all if it weren’t necessary… But it is. After all, your plan hinges on the hundun, and convincing this creepy-ass corpse of a cultivator in River’s Mouth that you’re there to trade it for his eastern medicine. You can’t bring its whole crew, though—the magic scroll you brought with you is enchanted to signal Ayla to bring you back, but even a formidable mage like her can only <Dimension Door> so many of you at a time, and the Emperor’s fat ass probably counts triple towards that limit all on its own.
You extract the item in question from where you buried it safely between your boobs, smirking a little at how both Xoldur and Yeb-Uit steal a look at the show. An-Yii gives the latter a pinch and growls something that chastens the old archer.
(Yeah, that relationship ain’t long for this world… But then, few goblin ‘ships ever are. Maybe that’s part of why you’ve always preferred human guys?)
You break the seal and, almost instantly, you feel the sorcerous signal surge up and outward. All those with magically-attuned senses to see it follow the pulse westward. Not long after that, a stronger pulse pours back from that direction, and a fire-rimmed circle appears in the open air before your party. The surface ripples, distorting the sights on the other side, but even so you recognize the familiar, magitech corridors of Patmo-Shoka, where you’ve spent the last few months of your life. You breathe a sigh of relief—it isn’t exactly ‘home’, but it’s yours, and you’re surprised how much you’ve missed it.
With all that’s gone down, these few days out East have felt like MONTHS!
“Farewell, farwell! Fare thee well, or fare thee poorly—so long as you fairy on, Fair friends!”
You watch The Naked Emperor wave one out-of-place arm to its adoring-but-anxious Unseelie courtiers. It still unsettles you to see an otherwise-humanoid limb just jutting out of the doughy mass of meat which forms the bizarre eastern beastie’s body… Though perhaps not so much as some of the OTHER things which have emerged from the big lump of lard.
“C’mon,” you command the hundun. “Get a move on!”
“It’s rather atypical to receive orders from another, let alone a tiny mortal like yourself, Miss Zith-Zi.”
“That gonna be a problem?”
“Perhaps a problem for another day,” the monster chirps cheerily, its voice echoing eerily inside your own skull for lack of a mouth to speak with. “I’m rather enjoying the change of pace, right now!”
You’re already regretting bringing the blob-monster back home to your dungeon, and you might not have done so at all if it weren’t necessary… But it is. After all, your plan hinges on the hundun, and convincing this creepy-ass corpse of a cultivator in River’s Mouth that you’re there to trade it for his eastern medicine. You can’t bring its whole crew, though—the magic scroll you brought with you is enchanted to signal Ayla to bring you back, but even a formidable mage like her can only <Dimension Door> so many of you at a time, and the Emperor’s fat ass probably counts triple towards that limit all on its own.
You extract the item in question from where you buried it safely between your boobs, smirking a little at how both Xoldur and Yeb-Uit steal a look at the show. An-Yii gives the latter a pinch and growls something that chastens the old archer.
(Yeah, that relationship ain’t long for this world… But then, few goblin ‘ships ever are. Maybe that’s part of why you’ve always preferred human guys?)
You break the seal and, almost instantly, you feel the sorcerous signal surge up and outward. All those with magically-attuned senses to see it follow the pulse westward. Not long after that, a stronger pulse pours back from that direction, and a fire-rimmed circle appears in the open air before your party. The surface ripples, distorting the sights on the other side, but even so you recognize the familiar, magitech corridors of Patmo-Shoka, where you’ve spent the last few months of your life. You breathe a sigh of relief—it isn’t exactly ‘home’, but it’s yours, and you’re surprised how much you’ve missed it.
With all that’s gone down, these few days out East have felt like MONTHS!
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