The Witchlight
Somewhere on another plane.The Consortium Master Janni’karian was pondering the scrysphere, checking relayed messages between the branches of the Wildnight Consortium. The same usual drivel, updates from the south, new elemental type found in the plane of air, an email from outside the known cosmos, a new queen in rouglan, some new grand adventurers slay Drar’geth the Nightmare Lord.
The master realized something he passed over. Go back, go back. A message from outside the known cosmos? he thought. Maybe I can call on… them, to deal with it.
It was an early morning. Elist had made a grand error in their ways last night. Challenging a Hobgoblin to a shot-for-shot drinking game was definitely not the best idea. They opened their eyes to the wooden roof of the tavern. It was definitely bright. Pushing themselves into a seated position, there sat on a chair, reading some of her weird scriptures, was Kira, in her humanoid form curiously.
“Morning Sleepyhead,” Kira chimed noticing Elist finally stirring, “Ambay and Finne have already gone downstairs, I was waiting around until the demon rose once again.” Elist gave a sharp glare toward her, and pulled themselves out of bed. Kira noticed the cue, and exited to find her friends.
“Well, Ambay,” the loud voice of Finne boomed up from the dining hall, “Seems like we’ve got a job! Blessed Erastil, the Consortium have finally given us something to do.” Kira floated down the stairs, now back in her fox-like form. Without hesitation she approached the table Ambay and Finne were seated at, taking a seat next to the lizard.
“You’re praising Erastil, so that means it must be good, right?” Kira said as she slot into the seat.
“Abso-fucking-lutely it’s good. Come straight from the Master’s own fuckin mouth!” Finne shouted into the empty dining hall. The Elven bartender gave a curious look, which Finne quickly dismissed.
“What is the Job, Effy. Do I get to fight?” Ambay finally spoke up, much to the shock of Finne. Kira assumed he’d said nothing for over an hour, then.
“Well, Mister Silent, I was waiting until Elist got here, then we can go over the job. Don’t wanna leave a witch out of the light.” Ambay just shrugged, before going back to his very much overfilled meal.
Ten or so minutes passed until Elist finally appeared at the table, seating herself on the lap of Kira.
“So, what have I missed?” Elist said as they sat.
“Well, now that the whole squad is here, Ambay,” Finne glared briefly at the lizard before continuing, “The Consortium Master themselves sent us a job! Apparently, it came from outside our known cosmos. No idea how it got here, but, they said one of the archmages figured out how to, like, back trace the source or something.” Elist looked confused, Kira looked surprised, and Ambay’s face never changes.
“Uh, so, do we have any idea what the message actually is?” Kira finally said.
“I’m lucky you asked! As a matter of fact, they had a scribe reproduce the message.” Finne passed the replication of the Shitbox Rally email to Kira. The pair of Kira and Elist looked over the message for a few moments.
“Finne, the fuck is a) a car, b) the United States, and c) GPS?” Kira finally said after a moment longer.
“Apparently, The Archmages said that… well, some weird shit might happen when we get sent to where the message came from…” There was a sheepish look on Finne’s face, “And we don’t really have a choice in the matter, due to, ya know, the contract and all that?” Ambay stood from the table, shifting the entire table toward Finne. He gave a swift nod toward Kira and Elist, before grabbing Finne by the shoulder.
“We will find equipment. You two can talk, speak with the Archmage. I worry for Foxkin’s faith.”
