| "For the good of all worlds, I'll help," the nauseous stranger said,"but
there is only one way to wake you from such a deep darkness, and that's
with.....the back of my hand!"
As hand meets the cheek of our brave hero (er....heroine), the magical
Ring of Ziathe, the long time rival and foil to the Staff of Fyrus flares
and the barmaid vanishes in a flash of light and a crack of thunder.
The Demon that had possessed the young and ambitious mage chuckles and
leaves, leaving the young man aghast at the smoking spot that had been.
He'd possess the young handsome fool after the Demon had found a fault
in the Summoning Circle. Instead of killing the young man outright, the
Demon (a young turk recently promoted from the lower ranks due to the rather
abrupt....vacancy at the upper levels of authority for the Office of Evil)
had instead possessed the young man after noting one ring in the man's
possession. Scuttlebutt had been that some move by the Angels in using
the a proxy under the control of the Staff of Fyrus to clean up Varga,
a den of despair and inequity.
Thanking his luck, the Demon had sensed the proxy taking on the form
of a barmaid (mimicing a barmaid hundreds of miles of) and set out to finish
the proxy before it could even begin.
The Staff, not noticing the danger present to it's tool, had decided
to play a little bit in curiosity (it had so few chances to actually explore
the realm of feminity)....had taken control to explore. It was now dismayed
to find itself again alone within the Red Chest in the Southern Caverns.
A Dimensional Shambler had been formed by the interaction between ring
and staff, and now.....all Havoc was breaking loose.
The noble spirit of Fred is cast out of the body, and the mystical link
between the mimicker and mimicked sucks the unsuspecting soul of the REAL
Charmina the Cunning into the still enhanced body (still complete with
warrior reflexes and the remnants of the previous owner's memories).
As the Demon leaves, it congratulates itself on a masterful acting job
(appearing to be helpful while hiding it's intentions).
The Shambler, per it's chaotic nature, then swoops over to another nearby
timeline where another Frederigo made a wish for something rather......beautiful
along with something else rather petty (re: 532, 534, 3633, 3949, 12361,
12393). Angela gasps and faints as the Shambler sweeps her up, right as
a Dragon Minion is rounding the corner...and notes the unconscious knight
on the ground. A smile on his face, the minion unsheathes his sword and
severs Fred's head from body.
"You'll score me much favor, young dragon slayer." the man says to the
dead body he'd recognized from spy accounts.
-
 Shambler still nearby,
both woman find themselves awakening in a forest and see a strange man
leaning over a flame haired woman....with a glowing ring on her temple......
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