Morrigan Moonweaver had done it. They’d pulled off their biggest scam yet. Somehow, despite not having a single iota of magic in their body, their alchemy had been enough to secure them a position in the guild, granting them access to limitless information hidden away in these halls.

There was just one little teensy-tiny problem that Morrigan had yet to consider.

Being a member of the guild meant they were actually going to be sent on missions at their behest.

Morrigan hated being under someone’s thumb more than anything in the world. They were a free agent, which was why proper work didn’t properly suit them. Oh, they’d given honest labor a try, but that had crashed and burned. Even though Morrigan had put a hold on their snake-oil business for the time being, that didn’t mean they appreciated being sent every which way doing the guild’s dirty work.

Which was exactly what they were being asked to do today.

They’d received word that an infamous counterfeiter in Sol City had recently been arrested. As far as officials could tell, he wasn’t the head honcho, just some middle man - but he was set to be tried in court, nonetheless. The Mage’s Guild seemed to have a vested interest in learning how they were making such perfect forgeries. So they decided to send Morrigan - honeytongued, but ultimately useless Morrigan - to go undercover and befriend the arrested man, and figure out his secrets.

Fortunately for them, Morrigan had just the way to go about it.

Unfortunately for them, the guild had assigned Morrigan a partner they hoped they would have to go a long time before seeing again.

The demoness, Cirice Lunestre.

They shoved more potions into their briefcase, waiting for the little elf to arrive. They’d instructed her to meet them in their wagon of wonders on the edge of the city so they could both get into costume, but they’d yet to see hide nor hair of her. They hoped she showed up soon - they only had a few hours before the both of them were to be expected in court.

Because Morrigan and Cirice were the forger’s defense attorneys, and they were about to defend him in court.

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Bringing Minions
Bubbles (Warlord I)

Bringing Pets
Luna Rose (Beastmaster I: doesn’t count against pet cap)
Flitter (Flitten: Counts against Pet Cap)
Adult form Bubbles (Adult Drake: counts against pet cap)
Junior (Black Bog Leech: Does not count against pet cap)

SPOILER: Click to show

Quest Name: Find the Middle Man
Chapter: One
Description: Someone in Sol City is making and passing out fake solars. Unfortunately we do not know the source and need you to go undercover and find some information. Spend time in the city, go to local hot spots, pose as someone looking to peddle stolen goods or fake product in the attempt to catch the attention of one of these people. Once you have gained the attention of one of these middle men you need to gain their trust and befriend them.
Requirements:
- Requires at least two people (you and one other, the other does not need to be interested in the guild)
- You must make at least 5 post with each post being 150 words to complete the mission.
- You must go undercover in the city and try to locate a middle man
- You must befriend and gain the trust of one of these men
- Once you complete this mission you gain access to chapter two. (which needs to be a separate topic)

The Wagon of Wonders hadn’t changed much since Cirice had last seen it in Dragon’s Cradle. The same colorful patchwork tarp, the same proud, gaudy sign, and likely the same insufferable owner...

When she had heard that she was being sent on another mission for the guild Cirice had been excited at first, only to have that excitement quashed immediately upon finding out her partner. She hadn’t seen Morrigan Moonweaver since her initiation quest and the ‘test’ the fellblood had subjected her too, and yet now they are a member of the Mage’s Guild as well and they’re forced to work together. She sighs as she stands outside the door with her book golem Ars at her side. This wasn’t going to be easy. She hopes Astrid had already had the chance to speak to the fellblood before now. Perhaps they could just let the past lie and move forward now that they’re on the same side…

Or perhaps something terrible will befall the annoying purple fucker while they are together. 

A twinge of guilt thinking about Kvasir would feel if something happened to their beloved brings a nagging feeling of dread back to her mind. She shakes her head hard to banish the feeling. Everything will be fine.

She raps her knuckles against the door to the Wagon, “Morrigan? Are you there? Its me, Cirice. I’m here.”

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Bringing Minions: Ars Goetia the book golem, Kevin the Bone Naga and the bottle of Konpetolings

Ah. Cirice Lunestre. The last person Morrigan wanted to see at the moment.

“Ah, Cirice Lunestre!” Morrigan called as they threw open the tarp. “Just the person I’ve been wanting to see! How have you been - no, there will be plenty of time for chitchat later. For now, we must get ready. Come in! Come, come!”

Morrigan was currently adorned in something… different from their usual attire. Rather than their usual silks and flummery fabrics, they were dressed in something more common of Sol City’s politicians, with their own personal touch. The jacket fabrics looked like they were made of the most obnoxious, sparkly fabrics known to man. The button-up tunic had some sort of floral pattern on it, with a gaudy broach on the front in lieu of a tie. In their hand, they were still clutching right to their briefcase, which they were currently waving around in the air with emphatic hand gestures while they ushered Cirice Lunestre inside.

The young elf had been inside the wagon of wonders before, during their foray into the mage’s guild back in dragon’s cradle. As she stepped inside, she would have noticed that nothing of note had truly changed about the area, save a couple of cat-sized moths now roaming around the wagon, knocking over vials that looked important and getting into mischief.

Morrigan moved to scoop the obnoxiously pink one into their hands. “Luna Rose! Cut that out, you scamp, we’ve got company over!”

Luna rose bit down on their wrist in response.

“Ouch!” They pried off the not-moth, holding her at arms length while her little legs squirmed in the air, angry that she’d been deprived of her snack. “Pay her no mind.” Morrigan informed Cirice Lunestre.

“Now. Are you ready for this mission? I tried to puzzle through the best way to get around this predicament and befriend our mark. He’s in Sol City prison, and surrounded by guards, after all! And then, it hit me. Wait for it…” They threw their arms in the air, throwing a handful of glitter into the sky that sprinkled down around them. “Turn around and look in the mirror. You see the both of us there? That’s right - you’re looking at his defense attorneys in court today.”

It was the perfect crime!

Caught off-guard by the overly warm welcome, Cirice follows Morrigan into the wagon warily. She looked over the fellblood’s strange attire with only the smallest amount of concern before her eyes slide over the now-familiar sight of the inside of the wagon.

“Morrigan… You look like you’re about to rub elbows with members of high society.“ She giggles as the moth bites down on the purple fucker’s wrist and as the plume of glitter fills the air she catches the moth and tickles it under its chin like she knows her Crepesculum enjoys. The small creature vibrates happily and nibbles on her finger playfully as she listens to the plan.

“We’re… going to represent him in court?” she blinks, sure she misheard that. “How? I don’t know anything about court proceedings. Wouldn’t it just be much more easy to go to the prison and speak to him to make him tell us what we want to know?”

This plan seemed the furthest thing from foolproof and it was no secret  Morrigan was quite the fool, surely there was a better way to go about this than the scheme. “I don’t exactly look like a lawyer… either”

Morrigan pressed their heart to their chest in mock-offense when Luna Rose allowed herself to be scooped up by Cirice Lunestre, taking an instant liking to the demonic elf. “You be careful there with her,” Morrigan warned, though there was no real bite in their voice. “My little lady has sharp teeth and claws and rather discernible taste.” But Luna Rose seemed to have no qualms with her, which was… interesting. Though their worries melted away when Cirice complimented their attire.

“You think?” They readjusted their broach with a smarmy grin on their face. They already knew they looked good, of course… but it was always nice to receive a compliment, even if it was from a two-faced cleric with a demon in the back of her skull. Then again, if Morrigan held a grudge against everyone who’d ever tried to kill them in the past they’d probably never get anything done. They would let bygones be bygones… forgive but not forget.

They didn’t think they could forget what that hellish woman looked like when she got mad.

Cirice, as expected, looked rather confused when Morrigan explained the plan. “Oh, perhaps in any other situation, but this case has received a lot of media acclaim in the past few weeks. For such a high-profile criminal with strong magical powers, they’re going to have an impossibly tight security detail, and failsafes to prevent him from simply…” They waved a hand, “Poof. If we want to gain his trust, and that of his allies, we need to find a simple solution. And thus, this little scheme was born!”

… But she still didn’t seem like she was all that sold about the idea. Morrigan frowned. Her reticence wasn’t ideal - they’d already gone through the effort of custom-engraving these briefcases with a ‘M&M’ insignia!

“I can tell you’re skeptical about the idea.” Morrigan nudged her lightly with their tail as they circled around her, appraising her outfit. “But believe me. Sometimes the most wild, out there solution is exactly the one that gets the job done, because it’s one that no one expects. Besides, we don’t need to be good lawyers to get information out of him, do we?”

All they needed to do was play the part, try to win the case, and make him think that he could trust him until he gave them the intel they wanted.

“You’re rather adept with stealthy magic, aren’t you, Young Miss Cirice Lunestre? You can change your appearance at will? My plan is this - you take on my appearance, and don one of my other suits,” They gestured towards the plethora of colorful outfits on the nearby table. “And the two of us set out as… Moonweaver & Moonweaver, attorneys at law!”

They held for applause.

“She’s precious. An absolute doll.” Cirice smiles, “I suppose we don’t… I have a few spells for getting information from people and I can tell when people are lying to me. Like you lied when you said you wanted to see me.” Theres no ire behind her words, just a statement of fact.

“Okay if things go sideways we can get out of there. Let’s see…” She sets Luna Rose down and looks at Morrigan for a long moment before walking over to them and touching their arm gently. Her appearance shifts and resettles, her skin turning a darker shade of purple and large horns growing from her skull. After a moment she’s a perfect copy of Morrigan Moonweaver, just dressed in her own clothes¹.

“Well? How do I look?” Cirice asks, her voice sounding strange coming out of Morrigan’s mouth. “Oh… my voice… I’ll need to do something about that too…” She puts her hand against her throat and hums, closing her eyes².

“How does this sound?” Morrigan’s own voice comes out of the not-Morrigan, “enough to fool someone you think? Which suit do you like least in case it gets ruined?”

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1 appearance mimicry
2 sound throwing

Morrigan momentarily paled when Cirice Lunestre brought up their earlier lie. She didn’t seem mad… was she calling their bluff? Trying to rattle them? Had she upgraded from all-out warfare to warfare of the psychological variety as well? Whether she was telling the truth or not, Morrigan figured it was best not to dig themselves an even deeper hole, so they kept their mouth shut.

“Ah, yes. Perfect. Then with my charisma, and your magical… lie-detector-ness, we shall make him think we’re on his side long enough to weasel information out of him!” They slammed a fist into their open palm. Cirice set down Luna Rose, who scuttled away in favor of searching for food elsewhere. Morrigan watched in awe as Cirice put her hand on their arm, her appearance morphing and shifting until Morrigan was practically looking in a mirror.

“Well, hello there, handsome!” They wolf-whistled, clapping Morrice on the shoulder. The voice wasn’t perfect, but Cirice apparently had a solution for that too, as she cast another spell on herself until she sounded nearly-identical to them, thick, not-quite traceable accent and all. “Yes, yes, this is perfect!” Did they really need to be complete copies of one another for this particular scam? No, but why did Morrigan need a reason to do anything? Besides, it would at least put some fun in this mission.

“You are a complete mirror image of me. None will be the wiser.” They insisted, moving to look through their suits before selecting one seemingly at random. This one was decorated in sequins, the kind that changed the color of the fabric when you flipped them, making it appear either glimmery white or glimmery black.

“Here. Put this on.” Morrigan handed her the suit. “Feel free to keep it - it’s a bit old. Oh, and this, too!” They moved to pick up the briefcase and handed it to her. “To seal the deal and look all official. Mine is filled with potions… no bra to stuff them in this time around.” They added with a wink.

Did they know anything about the actual case that they were going to be defending? Fuck no. Did they even know the name of the criminal they were defending? … Also no. Should anyone entrust a life to Morrigan Moonweaver’s incapable hands? If they were stupid, sure. But Morrigan was dressed and pressed and ready to wing the ever-loving shit out of this, that much was for damn sure.

Cirice starts to turn away from Morrigan for modesty as she gets dressed but then it occurs to her she’s wearing Morrigan’s own body so its not like it isn’t something the fellblood hasn’t seen before. She drops her skirts and corset and strips quickly, changing into the suit quickly until they truly look like twins. Holding the briefcase they do look like a pair of flashy, obnoxious businessmen with no fashion sense.

She opens the briefcase and puts her bracelets in it along with her bag. It fits snugly and she looks at Morrigan. “Well Morrigan Moonweaver, it appears you’re ready to go twice over.” She smirks, “Tell me, what shall I go by in this scheme?”

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The courtroom was an austere place, full of grim faces and serious expressions worn by officials and guards. The pair of sparkly fellbloods stood out like a splash of blood on cobblestones. All eyes in the room were on them as they strut into the room arm in arm and take their positions before the bench.

“It is highly unusual, your honor, that counsel not be able to meet their client before the trial begins… Please permit us to converse with him in the holding room.” Cirice asks with a slight magical ring to her borrowed voice¹, “My twin and I will make sure that the court’s rules are well-respected. But we cannot do our jobs well enough without speaking to our client ahead of time.”

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1 Smooth Talking

Morrigan’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Their last encounter with Cirice Lunestre had only taught Morrigan that they were woefully, hopelessly outclassed in terms of power - that the monster hidden behind the mask of friendly smiles and talk of muffins was a far greater beast than they could ever contend with. Okay. Morrigan could take their licks. It was all the cost of business, after all. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t take the opportunity to tease her where they could. “Oh, I think you’ll have to wait and see the name I have in mind for you.”

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All eyes were on the pair as they entered the grim, bone-white halls of the Sol City courtroom. Maybe because the pair were the most colorful amongst the sea of black suits and serious expressions, all appropriate for the occasion. Maybe it was because the two looked nearly identical, save the difference in their suits. The two took their place behind the defense’s bench, Morrigan slamming their briefcase down on the desk before fixing the judge with a death glower while Cirice spoke.

The judge - an old, bald human with a long robe - rubbed at his chin in thought. “It’s highly unconventional, but I’ll allow it.”

“Objection!” The man behind the other bench slammed his fist on the table - he must’ve been the prosecutor. “Your honor, I object to these two prepping the defendant with their prepared statements before the trial - who even are you two, anyways?”

Morrigan’s grin grew wicked. “Why I’m glad you asked, sir. We two are none other than Moonweaver and Moonweaver, attorneys at law, only the best pair of criminal-defending twins from this side of Sol City all the way to Frostgale. But you can call us Morrigan, and… Morrice.”

Oh, yes. She was stuck with that stupid name now.

The judge picked up his gavel and banged it on the desk. “Prosecutor Ser, please, calm yourself. Master and… Master Moonweaver, you may have five minutes with the client. For the sake of fairness.”

Morrigan blew the judge a kiss. “Your honor, you flatter us.”

“Master Moonweaver, please refrain from wanton winking in my courtroom or I will hold you in contempt of court.”

“Boo. You’re no fun.”

But they’d gotten what they needed. Morrigan and Morrice turned to face their client, who was sitting behind them, wearing magic-binding chains that thrummed with power. “You two are supposed to be my defense? … I’ll take what I can get. Please, you have to believe me, I’m innocent! I didn’t forge those solars!”

A blatant lie, Cirice would be able to tell.

Morrice’s eye twitches at Morrigan’s introduction. She keeps it together enough to smile at the judge in thanks as he allows their request for a few minutes. That is all they’ll need.

“Thank you your honor,” she says, grabbing Morrigan’s briefcase and pushing it into his stomach, “don’t get us kicked out, brother.”

Looking at their client who blatantly lies to their face she determines the restraints might be a problem, but one they can figure out once they’re away from all the eyes.

“We believe you… But we need to hear the full story. Come on.” She stands to her feet and nods towards a door with her head. The three of them walk together, keeping pace with their manacled client until they’re safely behind the door and alone. Before he has a chance to speak she’s looking closely at the manacles. She lowers her voice. “We’ll have to do something about those but not here. We only have five minutes to make a plan to get you out of here. There aren’t as many guards I expected which means they’re probably very strong… We’re going to need a good distraction so we can sneak out of here.”

She bites her lip, thinking through options. 

“I can make us a fog cloud to get out of here with but most of magic is too destructive. I don’t want to hurt anyone if we can help it. When we go back out I’ll cast a fog silently and we all link hands and make for the exit. Or… I can try to influence the judge to drop the charges. What do you think, Morrigan? Blatant escape or subterfuge?”

The air was promptly knocked out of Morrigan’s lungs as Morrice slammed the briefcase into their stomach, forcing them to let out a soft, pained wheeze while they turned their attention to their client, whom Morrigan had already mentally dubbed ‘Mr. Liar liar pants on fire’. Oh, don’t get them wrong, they respected the hustle, but this idiot broke the first rule of being a criminal - don’t get caught.

They listened along while Morrice ran through their options. She had a point. They didn’t have much of a window to figure out what the proper course of action was, and those guards by the doors - though there were only a few - looked awfully strong. While escaping in a fog cloud was obviously the safest, most rational choice, there was no fun in that! Morrigan tapped at their chin when Morrice turned to face them, asking for their opinion.

An idea sprung into their head. A stupid, half-baked one, but Morrigan had set up this entire charade, and by Ginma, they would be damned if they did not act their heart out in this courtroom right here and now! Morrigan grinned, slamming their briefcase down on the table before reaching in to grab something small, purple, and fuzzy from inside.

“Oh, don’t you worry, my dearest brother. I have a plan to irrefutably charm the judge and get him to drop the charges. You stand by with the fog cloud and wait for my signal, but… I don’t think we’re going to need it.”

With those final words, Morrigan slapped the fuzzy mustache on their face and confidently stepped into the courtroom proper. It was time to give the most passionate, persuasive, and confident speech of their life.^[1]

“Ladies and gentlemen of the court! Your honor! I may be just a simple fellblood lawyer from the sands of Zeinav, but it may surprise you all to learn that I am married… to a woman. And her name?”

They paused, whirling around to point at the emblem painted on the wall above the judge, a sun with a pair of golden scales.

“Her name is Lady Justice. And she would be ashamed if she saw the mockery that you all have made of this court.”

“What are you-“

“The only thing my client here is guilty of, your honor, is being a man who loves his country. Who loves his people. Perhaps he used the alleged forged solars, perhaps he didn’t. Who is to even say that the solars aren’t real in the first place? No one knows!”

“We have evidence proving that the solars are a forgery-“

Morrigan took a step towards the prosecutor’s bench, pressing a finger to his lips. “Shhhh. Literally, no one knows.”

By now the courtroom had fallen silent, all eyes on Morrigan in utter bewilderment. But Morrigan was on a roll now, the bravado in their voice reaching awaiting, confused ears throughout the entire hall while Morrigan twirled their mustache.

“Now, answer me this one question. Are we, as a society, seriously going to condemn a man for wanting to buy food for his wife and kids?” Was he even married? Nope, didn’t matter. “How about we take a step back and think about who should really be on trial here. If there is anyone who ought to be on trial, it should be the entirety of Sol City itself, for forcing a man into such dire straits that he would be forced to use allegedly illegitimate money to forthwith procure his necessary sustenance!”

They turned back to the judge, a disappointed look on their face as they shook their head and clicked their tongue.

“For shame! For shaaaaaaaaaaame!” They hissed, drawing out the final syllable. “Good people of the court, I beseech that you look within you. In your hearts. Who is the criminal here - my client, or the city who forced his hand?”

Morrigan threw their hands into the air, throwing a burst of inexplicable glitter into the courtroom before dipping into a low bow.

“I rest my case.”

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The sound of the gavel banging against the table echoed through the courtroom.

“Guilty.”

With a nervous chuckle, Morrigan turned to Morrice, suddenly sheepish. “I don’t suppose you could use that fog cloud, now?”

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1. Moustache of Deceit

“What in Charon is that you’re putting on your face…?” Morrice asks as Morrigan places the mustache firmly upon their upper lip and confidently strides out of their room before she or their client can protest. The pair follow after them and watch the spectacle that Morrigan performs in silent horror. Morrice’s hand smacks her forehead as Morrigan begins their tirade about Lady Justice and the failings of society. This was bad and it was only going to get worse the more Morrigan talked. But…

They do provide a good distraction. All eyes are on the con fellblood and not at her and the client so no one really notices as they start creeping their way towards the back door of the room. But the show was over far too soon.

The gavel’s solemn bang echoed across the courtroom and the verdict is pronounced. Time to go.

“Right well, thank you for your patience your honor.” Morrice begins, leaving the client and striding up to the front to stand beside Morrigan and take their hand. “So let us try another approach…”

Most of the courtroom is near enough to feel the strange, commanding presence radiating off Morrice’s form. Strange light seems to pour off her arms, spreading out around them. She lifts her borrowed voice and pronounces a command¹, “Let our client go.”

The judge stares at her, slack-jawed, and so does the bailiff and the prosecutor.

“...Let them go…” the judge says languidly, “court adjourned….”

The bailiff takes a ring of keys off his belt and tosses them lazily to Morrice. That she catched deftly.

“Thank you, your honor.” Quickly Morrice spins and takes Morrigan with her to hurry towards the door. They make it about five feet before the faces of the people around them turn to surprised horror. It was obvious what had just happened.

The guards at the door move to meet the fellbloods but Morrice is already a step ahead. The glitter Morrigan had thrown before begins to whip and whirl around the courtroom, slowly at first and then gaining speed into a glittery dustdevil². It cuts at the guards before them and makes everything difficult to see. Still arm in arm with Morrigan Morrice hooks her arm through the counterfeiter's and makes a run for it out the front door of the courtroom.

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1 Fae Aura
2 Dancing Sand

Apparently, Morrice had an even better idea for what to do to get them out of this dilemma. They watched as she approached the bench and uttered a single command, weaving compelling magic into her every word. The judge blinked, hazy, in a pleasant daze as he banged his gavel. Even those who were not in Morrice’s thrall were forced to follow the word of the law - Morrigan grinned in triumph while one of the bailiffs tossed the keys to Morrice, and the two hurried to grab the forger.

It did not take long for her charm to wear off.

Morrigan moved to grab their fan from under their jacket, ready to slice through anyone that stood in their way - but Morrice acted first. Morrigan felt the spark of mana in the air before the mess of glitter they’d gotten everywhere began to stir, picking up until the center of the courtroom was consumed with a glitter tornado.

Morrigan had never seen anything so beautiful and horrible in their life.

They would have shed a tear if the two fellbloods weren’t occupied grabbing the counterfeiter and making a break for the door. They were home free, leaving a scene of utter pandemonium and chaos in their wake.

“What do we do now?” The forger asked once the three were safe outside the courtroom for the time being, having bought themselves a couple minutes of time. It wouldn’t be long before the guards came after them. The situation was dire, and yet, Morrigan looked as cool as a cucumber.

“Not to worry. We got you out of there in the first place, didn’t we?” Morrigan put their hands on their hips with all the bravado of someone acting like they’d been the one to execute that daring escape, when in reality, it had been all Morrice’s doing. “Besides, I have a plan for this part.”

They brought two fingers to their mouth with a sharp whistle - for a moment, nothing happened, and the two were left standing there wondering if perhaps Morrigan had finally cracked and gone off the deep end after all. But then, a shadow darted overhead, and Morrigan let out a little squeal of delight.

“Bubbles! Down here, my precious little lizard!” They called to the bright red dragon that descended from the sky, landing in front of them. He froze in confusion when he noticed there were two Morrigans, but eventually responded to the real one when Morrigan pulled a handful of jerky treats from their pocket and fed some to him. It was a better action to the alternative - lucky for everyone that Bubbles didn’t realize who Morrice really was, given their last tense encounter.

With a grin, the charlatan hopped onto the drake’s back, beckoning for the others to climb on. “Come on! We don’t have much time!”

Just as well, as the moment that Morrice and the counterfeiter got onto Bubbles’s back - a bit of a tight fit - a handful of guards burst through the door, leveling crossbows at the fugitives.

“Halt in the name of Solaria!”

Morrigan flashed them a stink eye. “Solaria is dead and gone!” They teased as Bubbles flapped his wings, taking them into the air in an appropriately dramatic escape. “So long, suckers!”

They weren’t going to get away that easily. As Bubbles took into the air, the guards fired wildly, crossbow bolts whizzing through the air after the two. Bubbles ducked and dodged the best he could, but with three on his back, it was difficult to avoid them entirely. A stray bolt nearly hit the forger in the back - not before Morrigan darted outwards, knocking it away with a clean slice of their fan.^[1]

“We’ve got to get you somewhere safe!” They called over the roar of the wind, tugging on Bubbles’s reins with their one free hand.

“There’s nowhere safe for me! I’m a wanted criminal now!”

“Look. We know you’re innocent.” Morrigan lied, twirling their mustache. “We just need to lie low with you and find a way to clear your name. Are you sure there’s nowhere you know of that we could stay, away from the watchful eye of the law?"

The forger was silent for a long time.

“… There may be somewhere I know of.” He admitted.

Morrigan was lucky that the facial hair hid their devious grin.

“Show me the way?”

The forger gave Morrigan directions straight for the den of mages, blissfully unaware of exactly what hell he was about to bring upon his organization. They’d accomplished the first step of the mission, at least.

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1. Blade Dance