pacdidj
First Post
Huh?...Oh...This is for proof that we found the culprit that was causing all of the problems and then eliminated it...hmmmm...I think I'll take it to the tavern to mount next to the others. There's a blue and a black one there already. I've not seen a red one.
"Yes, though I'm not sure it will make the loveliest decoration dearie," Mab says to Max, eying the partially mutilated trophy, "but good riddance to it nonetheless, the cowardly brute. We may also want to put a word in with Sir Lee about that Rana fellow, as he seems to have been up to no good. But first things first!," she declares, gazing eagerly at the pile of treasure.
After sorting through the pile, she pulls out one of the fabric runes and exclaims, "Oh, I know what this is. My poor neffy used to get these at the Daunton Faire every year before he took sick. Why it's a fake tattoo! What do you think Tristram," she says showing the rune to her familiar, "you think Auntie would look good with a tattoo, pumpkin?"
*Skreep!*
"Well, I disagree. I think I'd look rather dashing. Let's just see how it would look on my shoulder here, I'll just press this on and... Ouch!" There is a sudden acrid smell, and a puff of smoke as the fabric disintegrates, leaving the rune etched into Mab's skin.
"Oooh, it's not a fake tattoo, but a magic tattoo! See Tristram, it does look striking. It'll strike fear into the hearts of my enemies, is what. For who dares trifle with Auntie Mab: tattooed fey-enchantress, slayer of demons and dragons?!," Mab pontificates, looking decidedly proud of her self as Tristram gives a beleaguered sigh.
"Oh and there's another one here too! Why I bet it would look great on Sir Draglin. Try it on dearie."