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>>6050283
In Izirina’s alms, she holds a smouldering flame, the centremost ember of which bears vaguely and unsettling anthropomorphic form: a tiny, burning woman, dimensions subtly wrong and twisted—a demon. This spent and helpless creature is ALSO Izirina Henzler… In a way. It is the leftovers of a demonic taint which you long ago helped Izirina purge herself of, and which took on life and consciousness all its own in the intervening years. It—she—took up study with a servant of the abhorrent and abyssal Gods of Darkness, and sought to reclaim with violence the life and love which the ‘real’ Iziirna had taken from her. Through love, understanding, and diplomacy, you seemed to broker a peace between them…

Only for the shriveled husk of a fairy which YOU hold in YOUR palms to ruin everything.

Queen Banelight of the Unseelie Fey came with you here in search of power. You’d planned to betray her and execute her for her crimes against the people of Earth, and to prevent her perpetrating more, before for that shadow-of-Izirina to appear and provide unexpected complications. The resultant conflict is what left both these strange beings at your mercy, the human Izirina Henzler’s font of power severed, and your own reserves of arcane energy utterly expended.

“What do we do?” Izirina asks.

It’s a good question. Your allies, the lycanthropic elf Oncyth and the minotaur Baajaban, both await your return in the Unseelie Relam If you return now, though, neither of you are in any state to take on a small army of furious fairies, when they realize what has become of their queen. You could flee to your base of operations at Old Mapel Hill, back on Earth… But then those two will be helpless captives.

“It’s a good question,” you admit with a sigh. “I’m not really sure… But I think we might be holding the answer.”

You both look down at the beings in your hands—fairy and demon, both unseemly creatures in their own way, and unpredictable, both at Death’s own door.

What will you do?
>Use Banelight’s energies—and those of the Elemental Planes—to reinvigorate Izirina’s demonic shadow
[This will leave Izirina without energy as well, and thus both of you will be at her shadow’s mercy, while the shadow will be more powerful than ever]
>Absorb Banelight into yourself, while Izirina does likewise with her shadow-self
[This will permanently affect both of you, making you more powerful but less human (or elfin), and restoring your MP]
>Return to the Unseelie Realm, and try to trade Banelight for safe passage
[Risky, but less so for Oncyth and Baajaban than...]
>Return to Old Maple Hill, to recover and regroup
[Safest for you and Izzy]
>Write-in

[For anyone just joining us, or who needs a refresher on past events, see https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=reptoidqm]

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>>6050290
>Absorb Banelight into yourself, while Izirina does likewise with her shadow-self
Nom

>>6050295
Second

>>6050290
>Absorb Banelight, then use power/MP gained to heal Shadow Izirina with Cure Wounds or some other spell.

Can we do this?

Banelight is a downright evil chaotic creature, but there may be some hope for Shadow Izirina and we did just say we love her so... Sacrifice a bit of our humanity to heal her I'd say. Izirina and Co can hopefully help keep us grounded even with Banelight's corrupting influence.

>>6050295
long time no see, wuxian
>>6050303
It'd be interesting if we could, since both Izzys should decide about this together, ideally

>>6050303
>Can we do this?
[Yes, indeed you can! It would eve given you enough energy to <Clone> her a body, if that's still your primary plan.]

>>6050313
Ok then

>Absorb Banelight, then use power/MP gained to heal Shadow Izirina with Cure Wounds.
>>Clone her a body and regroup at Maple Hill.

>>6050290
>>Absorb Banelight into yourself, while Izirina does likewise with her shadow-self
Full morally grey road here we go.
We can say without lying that "something went wrong, now we're Banzreal and you king suckers.

>>6050330
+1

>Use Banelight’s energies—and those of the Elemental Planes—to reinvigorate Izirina’s demonic shadow
I feel legitimately bad about the Jade Aura thing- I hope we can still make them sisters, despite our failings.

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[I may have time for another update today, but with this being so close, I think I'll leave it up for a while longer. Worst case, I'll update after work tomorrow.]

>>6050290
No chance we’re leaving baajaban or oncyth behind.

Using Banelight’s energy to resurrect shadow izzy could work. She did seem friendly enough.
>Absorb Banelight into yourself, while Izirina does likewise with her shadow-self
We never were going to see Iternalgreyn again anyways. A goodberry isn’t enough.

>>6050313
Alright stick with the clone plan after we absorb Banelight

>>6050477
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You look down at what’s left of the alternate Izirina—the one you abandoned, failed, and hurt. None of that was your intention, but it’s the reality… And a goodberry won’t provide enough energy to fix what’s gone wrong with your plan. To fully restore an utterly-depleted demon (a fragment of a demon, if you understand correctly) will take so much more than that. It will take all the magic at your disposal, fully rested and restored, and then some.

But you have a means to achieve that.

“Izzy,” you say, “I’m going to… Try something. Something unorthodox.”

Izirina looks up sharply, saying nothing.

“I’m going to use the <Riet of Attunement> to absorb Banelight’s energies,” you explain. “To make them… A part of me.”

Izirina says nothing, though you see her eyes widen and nostrils flare ever so slightly in obvious surprise and alarm.

“I need to set this right,” you explain. “But… But you should have a berry, too. We’ll need our energy.”

You reach for one, still on your person. Your robes have attuned to you, and many of your belongings—being purely material—are largely inaccessible in this form. Not the goodberries, though—or ‘moonberries’, as many at Old Maple Hill have taken to calling then. Their origin renders them effectively enchanted, and attuned, so you can grasp them, even as your hand passes through your newly-purchased sidesword.

(Good thing you didn’t try to use THAT…)

You hand the berry to Izirina, who accepts it silent, chewing and swallowing it.

>2/4 Goodberries remain on your person

Only when she’s done does she finally respond, saying:

“Are you sure, Tips?”

“I am.”

“But what if she… What it changes you?”

“It will,” you admit, looking down with distaste at the tiny, greyish thing in your hands—faintly humanoid, yet curled up and encysted. “But she wont’ turn me ‘evil’ or ‘dark’. That’s not… She didn’t become this way because of some underlying nature. It was her choices that twisted her like this. I have to believe I’ll still be ME, when it’s one. Just… Different. And this way, at least I can make this right.”

>>6050515
Izirina looks down at her own cradled not-quite-corpse, held in her own cupped hands. Her brown furrows, and you can practically read her thoughts: could she do the same, reintegrating this cast-off and demonically-corrupted section of herself, perhaps even sparing you the transformation in her stead.

“We shouldn’t decide that for her,” you say gently. “She should… BOTH of you should make that decision together, if you ever do.”

“I don’t think I could, anyway,” Izirina admits, voice heavy with guilt and apology. “I’m sorry, it’s just… SHE’S just… She’s everything I’ve been trying to change, toe scape. Even letting her keep on… CONTINUING as she is…”

“I understand,” you say, truthfully, for you know how hard she's been trying to change herself for your sake... And her own well-being. “It’s okay.”

Izirina looks to you with love and gratitude in her eyes, mixed with worry.

“You know that whatever happens to you, I’ll always be there, right?” she says, almost comically serious. “I’ll never, ever let you go. Not… Not if you don’t want me to.”

You smile at her, knowing that this strange, eerily-literal and painfully-serious woman completely means it… And you’re grateful, too.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” you joke.

Izirina nods, wordless, and you begin.

Normally, the <Rite of Attunement> leave you drained—as with any powerful magical ritual. A you perform it this time, though, with what remains of the Unseelie Queen Banelight clutched close to your chest, you do not feel depleted, but invigorated. Your already-aethereal form seems to grow lighter and lighter as you dance, more sprightly and limber. Moving through this magic-rich realm becomes second nature, and as energy enervated your appendages and your aura swells, you dance faster, and faster. The sacred song of your people rises in volume, in octave, until you are crying it with joy, and glee. And when it’s finally done…

>6/6 MP

…You feel better than you ever have. More powerful, more energetic, more… Complete. You laugh, a swell of relief washing over you and sweeping away the stress, guilt, and uncertainty. You feel… You feel FREE, well and TRULY free!

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“Ezreal,” Izzy gasps, as you finally stop your song and dance, breathing hard. “You… You’re…”

You hold up your now-emptys hands to stop her, shaking your head. You’ll find out what the transformation means for you soon enough, you’re sure. For now, you need to grapple with the suddenly influx of aeons of experience and understanding pouring into your comparatively young, infinite, and mortal braincase. There’s only so much you can take in at once—only so much you can parse. You allow much of what Banelight was-is?—to simply flow through you, dissipating into Death’s Domain or wherever else might take her.

Two spells, though, stick with you:

>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes
>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself
>True Illusion: You can disguise yourself against all but the truest sight, hiding your true form behind any number of alternate appearances, from Man or Elf to beast or bird, though this does not convey their inherent abilities
>Geas: You can form a nigh-unbreakable pact with a target, through mutual agreement, such that they cannot break without risking severe damage to their body and soul (though that goes both ways)
>Dancing Lights: Your Faerie Fire spell now can form multiple semi-autonomous lights, akin to summoned elementals of your own fairy energy; these can serve as sources of illumination, as distraction, or as messengers, as they can even carry your voice and travel between planes
>Miasma: You can create and control a foul, fell wind which can buoy and lift you, granting flight, or blow about enemies; affected foes are weakened, increasing the DC of their rolls and decreasing the difficulty of rolls against them
>Command: A targeted creature can be made to obey against their will, though they remain entirely aware and cognizant during the process; this can be imbued into an object, as well, to make the effect more-or-less permanent
>SPECIAL—True Fey: Not a special, but a state of being: you can now switch between physical and aethereal forms at will, without spending MP, and completely cease aging; you also gain immunity to biological reagents and diseases, as you are no longer truly biologcial

Only two, please

I would like to add that Izzy’s currently most vile act - that of forcing a pregnancy onto herself and Ezreal as to maintain her grip on the relationship - happened when Izzy did not have the demonic taint on her.

>>6050517
>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes

I think the goal quest has been leaning this way for a while now. Izzy has been talking about her dreams of a demi plane for years.

And more practically once we take back the star we'll need somewhere to put without it being stolen.

>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself

We need a direct combat spell, right now all our attack spells come from our staff. And we are going to have to fight the unseelie fey soon.

>>6050524
I think her most vile act was potentially getting costela, tips and herself killed by banishing them to the plans during our first rite of attunement.

Baby trapping ezreal and using costella to do it, isn't as bad as playing Russian roulette with our lives.

>>6050517
>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes
>Miasma: You can create and control a foul, fell wind which can buoy and lift you, granting flight, or blow about enemies; affected foes are weakened, increasing the DC of their rolls and decreasing the difficulty of rolls against them
neat, ezreal has finally become a "true" elf

>>6050531
the pregnancy thing was worse, because of the rapey vibes during that last part to silence cossy and have us impregnate her. while the plane hijack was pretty dangerous, she knew we could use it and as such held we 3 at "gun point". pretty bad but it doesn't match the 1st one.

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>>6050531
[Sorry, perhaps I should clarify since formatting possibly made it unclear: Though it's not a spell per se, you musts till select "true Fey" as one of your options to attain that status.]

>>6050531
I vaguely recall her not knowing all the particulars of that? While in this one she know completely.

>>6050538
really now, well changing my vote to:
>>6050517
>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes
>SPECIAL—True Fey: Not a special, but a state of being: you can now switch between physical and aethereal forms at will, without spending MP, and completely cease aging; you also gain immunity to biological reagents and diseases, as you are no longer truly biologcial

>>6050517
>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself
Lack of MP always was our greatest weakness.

>SPECIAL—True Fey: Not a special, but a state of being: you can now switch between physical and aethereal forms at will, without spending MP, and completely cease aging; you also gain immunity to biological reagents and diseases, as you are no longer truly biologcial

Aethereal form is really good. Saved us far too many times than we could count.

am >>6050477

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>>6050517
>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself
Finally, we won't be out of fights after 1 or 2 spells

>SPECIAL—True Fey: Not a special, but a state of being: you can now switch between physical and aethereal forms at will, without spending MP, and completely cease aging; you also gain immunity to biological reagents and diseases, as you are no longer truly biologcial

>>6050517
>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes

>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself

>>6050517
>>Geas: You can form a nigh-unbreakable pact with a target, through mutual agreement, such that they cannot break without risking severe damage to their body and soul (though that goes both ways)
This might be good at controlling demons without affecting their personalities
>SPECIAL—True Fey: Not a special, but a state of being: you can now switch between physical and aethereal forms at will, without spending MP, and completely cease aging; you also gain immunity to biological reagents and diseases, as you are no longer truly biologcial

>>6050517
What does no longer being biological mean? Would banishment spells or magic items that seal away spirits work on us? Would we take extra damage from cold iron?

>>6050700
[It's a reasonable assumption, yes. Tips would become, for all intents and purposes, a True Fey, with all their strengths and weaknesses.]

>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes
>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself

Im not keen on becoming a fey spirit in place of a powerful spell. For one thing fey can't have children normally so we might become infertile if we become one. And spirit's can be summoned if their true name is known (that's why "banelight" went by a title since that was definitely was not her birth name.)

And fey and spirit's in general have specific racial weaknesses like that chest we gave the archmage. That can be exploited (The rod could paralyze us or the neme. But the chest can seal sprits away for eternity.)

>>6050723
Considering that breeding won’t be that much of a problem to us due to our knowledge, only the other cons would be a real problem.

>>6050726
If we are taking magic into consideration what's even the benefit? The spells don't come with any risks or drawbacks

>>6050736
[There are upsides, downsides, and other tidbits I can't share without spoilers and swaying the voter one way or the other, so I'll just do a quick refresh on what Tips knows of the True Fey.]

[True Fey can't be hurt or killed with mundane weapons, are resistant to radiant damage, are immune to poisons, toxins, and diseases, cannot be easily perceived by even mortal mages unless they know Feycraft or a specialized, rare spell like Theral's See Invisibility (a direct divine boon from the Nothic's master) or have a powerful relic like the Glasses of True Seeing from Reptilian Infiltrator (which was a High Magic artefact); in addition, they don't need to eat or sleep, and never grow old or die of old age.]

[Tips can get some of the combat benefits of this already, but none of the lifelong (or life-extending benefits), and sixths would allow him to also enter and exit his True Fey-esque state (Improved Aethereal Form) at will, with no cost. The bigger factor is that it is a shortcut to nigh-immortality without the drawbacks that, for instance, the Archmage has seemingly experienced in trying to achieve even a near-elven lifespan.]

>>6050723
> For one thing fey can't have children normally so we might become infertile if we become one.
That’s one way of avoiding that prophecy, I guess. And also to shut up Nenaias.

>And spirit's can be summoned if their true name is known (that's why "banelight" went by a title since that was definitely was not her birth name.)
That - is - a problem. Especially if we do decide to marry Costella and our full title and name gets revealed to all that are present.

Does “Tips” count as a true name?

> That can be exploited (The rod could paralyze us or the neme. But the chest can seal sprits away for eternity.)
The rod already paralyzed us. If we get hit again we’re fucked either way.

>>6050517
>>Demiplane: Allows you to control and shape a small extradimensional space, according to your energy levels and capacity; it can be expanded over time, through concerted ritual effort, and made more and more elaborate as time passes
>>Energy Drain: You can siphon away the magical energies of a target to fuel your own reserves of MP and HP, weakening a foe and strengthening yourself

True Fey is an highway to trouble.

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[Locked and writing!]

>>6051228
As a flood of sensory memories and vague recollections swirl about your overtaxed mind, you reach out grasp that which calls out to you. Knowing that there is combat to come, you seize first and foremost upon that technique by which even a weakened Banelight nearly destroyed an elementally-empowered Shadow-Izirina: <Energy Drain>. Long has the limitation of finite aura held back your ability in battle. NOW, you can both weaken your foes AND energize your staff-stored <Lightning Bolt> and <Magic Missile>. The unseelie won’t know what hit them!

But as for that which remains… Well, that gives you pause. You know instinctively somehow that if you were to take on the full breadth of Banelight’s metaphysical spectrum, and to integrate it into your being as you once had the aethereal ‘emptiness’ between the Planes, you could truly ascend beyond base biology and become as she was: a True Fey. To do so would, in some ways, be a culmination of all that you have chased: an escape from disease, from aging, from starvation and want. You would be purified, beyond even the reach of the God of Death, provided you were careful to avoid mystical adversaries who could eliminate you as you had Banelight herself!

…But what, then of your humanity? And what of the humans—and other mortals, for that matter—whom you love? If you become a True Fey, a member of the Bonum Chaoticum, what would be your reward?

To outlive Izirina, and Costella, not by decades or centuries, by millennia? To outlive your children? Your grandchildren? To lose yourself, as Banelight and the Unseelie Court have done? And what of the practical concerns—the vulnerabilities which come with such status, to cold iron, to anti-magic weaponry, and to the magic of ‘True Names’? What even IS your TRUE name, now?

With great reluctance, you feel the potential of ascendance flow into you… And pass through, en route to whatever fate awaits the fairy from whom you might have taken this treasure. Instead, you seize upon that which Izirina Henzler has long sought, and which might ebenfit you more immediately--a prize no less grand, in many ways, and a legacy which might yet outlast you all, and benefit the many rather than you alone:

<Demiplane>

You open your eyes at last, having cleared your mind of the overabundance of information, with wheat sorted finally from chaff. Even so, you feel full to bursting. It isn’t uncomfortable, but rather like you have expanded in some dimension you cannot quite conceptualize, but can nevertheless feel. Your senses are sharper, you mid faster, your body more fluid.

“…What?” you ask, when you finally notice Izzy staring.

“Look at your hands,” she says simply.

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You feel a pang of dread, but oblige, looking down at your digits… And find them pale. The work at old Maple Hill, and you stint in the Goblin Wastes beforehand, had left you rather tan for a gentleman of Sylvan and Northman heritage, if not exactly a rival to the Neme or Drow. Now, though, you are pale—moon-pale, so white as to rival the Lunar Eladrin with whom you had stayed. You think you feel yourself go paler still, as a chill crawls up your spine.

“What else?” you ask Izzy.

“Your eyes,” she supplies, understanding you. “The sclera is black. The, um… Your eyes are purple, too.”

“Purple?”

“Violet, I think,” she clarifies. “And… Glowing.”

…Oh.

“Do you feel alright?” Izirina asks.

“You mean, do I feel like cackling wickedly about my imminent world domination? Threatening to turn people into slaves or appetizers?”

Izirina frowns, and admonishes you: “Take this seriously.”

“I am,” you sigh. “And I do. Feel ‘alright’, that is. I… I feel the same.”

But you’re not, of course. Something has changed, but not with your morality, or your mindset. There is a continuity there. Whatever you have become, you are still YOU… Still Ezreal Mious Van Hotuzmann, still Tips.

Immediately, yous et about retrieving your staff, the <Archmage’s Gift> to you, before it drifts too far away and is lost evermore. With it, you quickly cast <Stabilize> upon the shivering shard of Izirina’s Shadow, bringing the both of you a great relief.

“We should make her a body,” you note, looking down upon her unconscious, ephemeral form.

“We should deal with the Unseelie Fey first,” Izirina says.

“She could help us,” you consider.

“Or complicate things,” Izirina counters.

“Izzy… Not to be, ah, indelicate, but it’s not as if you haven’t been ‘compciated’ at times, even without her influence.”

Izzy stiffens at this accusation, but she is too intelligent (and too aware of her failings, by now) to deny it.

“Just imagine what the embodiment of all those… Errors of judgement, and impulses… What SHE must be like?”

You frown, and she seems to pick up on your emotions, quickly amending:

“I-I’m not saying we abandon her, obviously. Just… Maybe we should be careful about the SORT of body we construct for her.”

“The soul affects the body, and the body affects the soul,” you recall, reflecting on what you have learned across these years of study and experimentation.

“Exactly,” Izzy agrees.

>>6051238
You HAD been considering some Chimericism, if only to differentiate the ‘Izirina Sisters’ in some way. Ingredients are limited at present, though—there’s really only Izirina Henzler to work with.. And yourself. You could keep the Alter-Izzy safe until finding suitable ‘ingredients’ to craft her a body… But that would mean that you, the regular Izzy (still weakened and depleted), and your allies Oncyth and Baajaban would be facing the few-dozen Unseelie who remain alone.

(But then again.. You DO have total control of their power source, and the demiplane they dwell in, and a new combat spell to try out…)

What will you do?
>Create a body for Izirina’s Shadow which is a double of Izzy’s own
>Combine yours and Izzy’s essence into a chimeric ‘offspring’, and embed the demon-essence within
>Keep the demon dormant for now, and go to face the Unseelie as you are now
>Write-in

>>6051244
>Combine yours and Izzy’s essence into a chimeric ‘offspring’, and embed the demon-essence within
make one of her canines slightly bigger, just for the charm point and make her eyes like ours, but green iris instead of purple.

>>6051244
>Keep the demon dormant for now, and go to face the Unseelie as you are now
We need all the MP we could get. We’ll get her a body after the area is secure.

>>6051238
Our change does complicate things a little, but no matter. Our original plan can still go-ahead.

Lie to the unseelie that Banelight is still in the elemental planes gathering energy. For our efforts in helping her she made us become more elf.

Tell them we’d rather teleport everyone all at once to meet with Banelight rather than individually since it is dangerous (we’re not lying about that part)

Form a circle like before when we did the rite.

Greater Disjunction everyone and then have our allies wipe them out.

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>>6051244
>Create a double of Izzy’s own body

>>6051244
>Create a double of Izzy’s own body

Carrzzi was a good fighter, demon izzy should have at least some spellcasting and combat ability. We should bring her along.

>>6051244
>>Keep the demon dormant for now, and go to face the Unseelie as you are now

>>6051244
>Keep the demon dormant for now, and go to face the Unseelie as you are now

>>6051244
>Create a body for Izirina’s Shadow which is a double of Izzy’s own
With Energy Drain we could drain some from this plane for fuel, right?

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[Close one, but I'm going to go ahead and lock and write!]

Rolled 20, 2, 15, 4, 7, 6, 10 = 64 (7d20)

>>6051797
Izzy’s right about the dangers involved in this devilish duplicate, of course. Just thinking back to Carazzi’s assault upon you when you retrieved her from your master, The Archmage, is enough to make your skin crawl… Yet, in thinking back to Carazzi, are you not ALSO reminded of how decisive and deadly her unholy arts could be, when properly channeled and directed?

“I think we’re safer with her by our side than not.”

Izirina’s posture and expression inform you she feels decidedly differently, but she doesn’t object aloud. Instead, accepting your decision, the goal-oriented mage becomes to make a plan to minimize risk, and maximize utility.

“Wel if you think it’s best, we could probably use Chimericism to make her a vessel like your own,” she notes, looking you up and down with renewed appreciation, likely with her mage’s sight. “The flow of divine ‘aura’ through your own natural pathways is remarkable… And maybe the ‘fairy’ aspect will offset the, you know… Demonic proclivities of, uh…”

“No.”

Izzy looks at you with renewed confusion.

“It didn’t save Banelight’s soul, did it?” you point out. “Or any of the other Unseelie that we’re going back to… To HANDLE. And giving her so much power, without proper planning, before we fully understand her…”

“You’re right,” iziirna readily agrees, in light of your framing. “Good thinking, Tips.”

You have a secondary motivation which you dare no speak aloud: that of your relationship to this alternate Izzy. It’s not that you necessarily WANT to pursue anything romantic with this succubus-spawned offshoot of the woman you love. Being nearly crushed in the elemental coils of a serpentine Izirina wasn’t exactly a great ‘first date’. But, well… The idea of embodying something with Izirina’s memories of making love in a form which could be rightly categorized as your ‘offspring’ is viscerally off-putting in a way you can’t quite place, even if the particualrs are rather different from biological reproduction or conventional ‘child-rearing’.

(Your dynamic with Carazzi is troubling enough for one lifetime, thanks.)

>>6051808
It takes some practice, but between your affinity for Elementalism and your new <Energy Drain> spell, you are able to siphon the extraplanar energies of the adjoining planes into yourself. Here, where the boundaries are thinnest, it is easy—almost TOO easy, threatening to overwhelm you even as you attempt to serve as simply a ‘prism’ for the power, to be rapidly redirected into the ‘resurrection’ of the nearly-destroyed demon. You pour the excess energy into <clone>, placing a hand upon Izirina and drawing out from her the fundamental biological material of her being. It is only your second-ever attempt at cloning a human or demihuman—if goblinoids even count—let alone placing a demon in a vessel less naturally magic-resistant than the tissues of one such as Zith-Zi.

You look down at the emptied-eyed visage of Izirina’s soulless replica, without the inner electricity of Elemental Attunement, nor even Izzy’s innate intensity. Her beige-skinned body, naked as if newborn yet fully formed and adult, floats aimlessly. She—it—blinks automatically, and breathes, but though its heart beats, it is without true awareness, purpose, or curiosity: this Izirina, unlike the Shadow, shows now interest in the radiance or roaring winds of the Planes of Fire and Air, nor for you, or even her origin-point.

“It’s… A little eerie,” you admit. “Izzy, are you—"

“Fascinating!”

You watch as Izrina orbit around her soulless simulacrum, reaching out to spread her eyelids, to poke and prod and grope, to move limbs and check teeth and tongue. The double recoils slightly, but without much werewithal; quickly, it submits to examination.

(Well, you guess you don’t need to be worried about Izzy being weirded out… Yet.)

You take in your hands the still-static form of the recharged Shadow. Though it pulses with power, it has not yet awakened—the shock and trauma of your injurious attempt to save the Other Izirina from Banelight’s predations ahs not wholly worn off, perhaps. The guilt for your foolishness is no small part of your motivation to make right what you have done wrong… Even at great risk.

“Here goes nothing,” you say.

You have no gods to pray to—none who you believe would wish to have any part of this, anyway—as you direct the demon-seed into the vessel you have created.

Nothing happens for a moment, and then…

>20

Then EVERYTHING does.

>>6051823
The body twitches and spasms, hands grasping gormlessly, eyes rolling, and teeth chattering. The original Izirina quickly backs off, readying to cast a spell of protection; you signal her to stop, for you know her stored energies are still just barely enough to get the two of you—the THREE of you—back to the Unseelie Realm. Together you watch with bated breath as the even breathing turns into a deep, hungry gasp for air that isn’t there—for life that has just begun. A heart that merely beat now thunders, pumping blood that floods with hormones of fear and exhilaration. Eyes open to reveal slit pupils and a wave of golden-green scales ripples across the duplicate’s body: once, twice, rising and fading away into the skin.

“What’s happening?” Izirina—the first, true (?) Iziirna asks, disgust and fear returning. “We… We used my biological material. I don’t have the chimeric plague anymore. She shouldn’t—”

“The soul affects the body,” you remind her. “We severed her from you while curing you and Costella of that. The anxiety around the ‘dragon pox’ that was infected the two of you… It’s a part of her.”

Izirina says nothing, but is obviously uncomfortable. You reach out, and take her hand; she clasps it tight, and together you watch the process complete.

This Izirina’s nails are claws for a time, as Carazzi’s are. Her tognue lashes out as she screams, and bifurcates at the tip, snake-like. Her hair becomes as writhing serpents, grotesque; she sprouts a tail, only to shed it. She claws and scratches at her body, ripping away layers of scaly skin which float about her like a gory, grotesque halo, body her flesh mends and reshapes until finally… FINALLY…

There is only Izirina Henzler—a second Izirina Henzler, so identical in face and feature that even YOU can only tell them apart by use of your Tower-trained supernatural senses.

“I’m… I’m alive?” she asks, patting at her naked body, and looking down ina we at her hands. “I’m… Human?”
“Outwardly,” Izirina mutters, squeezing your hand tighter.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, as you finally allow the guilt to find its release in sheer relief. “The <Jade Aura>, I didn’t know… I didn’t think it would affect the subject it was cast upon that—"

Before you can finish, the other Izirina hurls herself upon you, slamming into you with force and wrapping her arms around you. Her nakedness presses against you, but you are too startled, too happy, to be aroused. Belatedly, you realize some of the happiness must be hers—the Shadow’s—in a much more benign form of the psychic pressure which Carazzi can exert.

“Thank you,” she whispers, clinging to you. “Thank you, Tips. I love you so much… I’ve missed you so, SO much!”

“I… Uh…”

>>6051824
You freeze up, seeing Izirina—the fully-human Izirina—watching the two of you with turmoil writ plainly across her face. There’s a sense of betrayal there, and confusion, and fear. For all intents and purposes, though… This seems an out-and-out success.

…Right?

What do you?
>Take some time to brief and debrief—this Shadow-Izzy, and to determine what spells she knows and how combat-capable she is
>Take the original Izirina aside, to discuss what this… NEW Izzy means for your relationship, and offer her emotional assurances
>You can delay no longer without risking the lives f your friends and allies, back amongst the Unseelie Fey—you must return to their relam right now
>Write-in

Will you give a name to the Shadow-Izzy?
>No, no time right now
>Yes… Perhaps Shadow will suffice?
>Yes… Maybe Rebecca, for Izirina’s birth-name?
>Yes… But you’re thinking [Write-in]

What is your plan for your return?
>Attempt to trick the Unseelie into grouping together for a mass disjunction and execution
>Depower the Unseelie Star, starving they and the demiplane of energies, and force their submission
>Elementally attune your allies, then detonate the Star, effectively cleansing the demiplane of life
>Plans have changed… Appoint yourself Unseelie King, by right of conquest
>Write-in

>>6051826
>Take some time to brief and debrief—this Shadow-Izzy, and to determine what spells she knows and how combat-capable she is

>Yes… But you’re thinking Ayla
since it means moonlight and Izzy is kinda our soon with her elemental energy

>Depower the Unseelie Star, starving they and the demiplane of energies, and force their submission
I still wanna go with an option that isn't outright killing them

>>6051826
>You can delay no longer without risking the lives f your friends and allies, back amongst the Unseelie Fey—you must return to their relam right now

I don't think there would be a time-sensitive option if there isn't some time-sensitive shit going on. Let's go immediately and save our pals.

>No, no time right now

>Depower the Unseelie Star, starving they and the demiplane of energies, and force their submission

>>6051824
>“The soul affects the body,” you remind her. “We severed her from you while curing you and Costella of that. The anxiety around the ‘dragon pox’ that was infected the two of you… It’s a part of her.”
so she can’t breed. That’s good to know.

>No
I think she should choose her own name.

>>6051826
>Take some time to brief and debrief—this Shadow-Izzy, and to determine what spells she knows and how combat-capable she is
We can talk about relationships all we want after we clear out the star. We just need to know what is relevant right now.
>Attempt to trick the Unseelie into grouping together for a mass disjunction and execution
The star’s too useful to get rid of. And we don’t have banelight as a power source anymore. And become unseelie king of… what, 36 people?

>>6051849
>>6051854
I want the unseelie gone too but having to depower the star is going to make it really annoying to get it started up again. The original recipe mentions siphoning energy from the elemental planes and going there again is pretty dangerous.

>>6051865
you have a point. can we depower their realm without deactivating the star ? if not, perhaps becoming a king isn't that far off, kek.

>>6051874
>can we depower their realm without deactivating the star ?
[You can try, but the DC is much higher.]

>>6051874
>King of 48 people
LMAO

>>6051865
We kicked started the star with some a banelights blood and a daylight ritual upcasted with all our mana.

The liquid fuel component is easy, blood from magical creatures or our moon berry's suffice.

Kick starting it can be done with any powerful heavenly or elemental source.

Honestly its the star's material itself which is the hardest to replicate. We needed holy earth gem stones and sand from the neme and we needed to take pieces from the high magic chests spell matrix. As long as the star itself isn't cracked or broken it'll will probably be fine.

>>6051876
follow up question can we siphon off the demiplane into the star and collapse the rest of the unseelie inside?

>>6051939
[Like... Collapse the demiplane into a singular point within the roughly 3-foot-tall, diamond-shaped glass prism-jar that is the Unseelie Star? Uh, it's creative, so I'd allow it... With a crit. Anything short of that would lead to some form of failure, possibly quite dramatic and catastrophic.]

>>6051826
I knew this was a life-complicating mistake.

>>Take the original Izirina aside, to discuss what this… NEW Izzy means for your relationship, and offer her emotional assurances

>Yes… But you’re thinking Ayla

>Attempt to trick the Unseelie into grouping together for a mass disjunction and execution

>>6051826
>You can delay no longer
>Rebecca
>Mass disjunction and execution

>>6051826
>Take some time to brief and debrief—this Shadow-Izzy, and to determine what spells she knows and how combat-capable she is

>Yes… Maybe Rebecca, for Izirina’s birth-name?

>Depower the Unseelie Star, starving they and the demiplane of energies, and force their submission

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>>6052514
“We need to hurry back,” you tell the two Izirinas. “At any moment, the Unseelie Court could get restless, and then Oncyth and Baajaban will be at their mercy… Which they don’t have a lot of.”

“I remember Oncyth,” says the Shadow-Izirina with creased brow. “The werewolf, right? But… I don’t remember a ‘Baajaban’.”

“That’s because your parasitized memory ended before Tips, Costella, and I all traveled to the Goblin Wastes and met with the Neme-Ashurati,” the Human-Izirina says, perhaps a bit too pointedly.

“Parasitized?!”

You quickly intercede, before things can escalate, clarifying: “He’s a minotaur who we freed from hobgoblin captivity. He’s been staying at Old Maple Hill.”

“A minotaur?” the Shadow-Izirina gasps. “From the southern islands?!”

“Uh,” you say. “I don’t really know. His Common isn’t great yet.”

“I can’t wait to meet him!” the Shadow-Izzy enthuses. “I’ve been practicing my Southern trade-tongues.”

“Wh-what?” Human-Izzy balks. “No I haven’t.”

Shadow-Izirina gives her a withering look, the corner of her motuh quirking up slightly.

“You ended YOUR studies,” she snipes at her counterpart, “but -I- didn’t.”

“Actually, that’s a good point,” you muse. “Izirina—”

“Yes?” both of them say.

(…Well this is going to be a problem.)

“Demon-Izirina, I meant.”

“…I don’t like that,” she mumbles, looking hurt. “I told you—I’m the REAL Izirina.”

“That’s objectively, categorically, METAPHYSICLALY an indefensible argument,” says the Human-Izzy.

“Shadow-Izirina?” you hazard.

“I’m NOT a SHADOW!” she protests, hands balling by her sides, and appearing as if she might cry. “I have the emotions SHE left behind, and all her memories! If anything, SHE’S the shadow… The empty husk of what I was, before she let the Archmage trick her into cutting me out!”

“WHAT?!” Human-Izirina almost shrieks, uncharacteristically piqued. “Mother has her… Her DIFFICULTIES, but she was right to identify you for what you were: the delivery mechanism for a chimeric CANCER that RUINED my body for years!”

“That was just the Reptilian blood,” the Shadow-Izirina hisses, pupils shifting to slits even as she says it. “You, fool that you always have been, cut out so much more than was necessary. You’ve always used a meat-cleaver where a scalpel would suffice.”

“It’s MY body,” Izirina retorts. “They’re MY memories. It’s MY name!”

“Hold on, hold on!” You raise your voice and step between them, holding up your hands to force a peace. “Uh, EXTRAPLANAR Izirina, if we’re going to go into battle, you’re going to need a name of your own. Maybe you can come up with something?”

“I have one,” she whispers. “My name is Izirina Henzler.”

>>6052545
You look to Izirina—Human-Izirina—helpless and in need of aid. You see only pain and upset. You wince, and turn ack to her demon-dopplengager.

“What about… Rebecca?” you hazard.

“…I don’t want to be a part of that, that PROPHECY.”

Ah, right. She would have memories of the encounter with Nenaias, wouldn’t she?

“Then how about—just for now, maybe—Ayla?”

“Ayla?” both iterations of Izirina ask in tandem.

“It’s an old word from before Common became, uh, commonplace,” you say. “The Men of the Near East used it as a name sometimes, remember? We read about it, together.”

“WE did,” Human-Izirina asserts, voice almost pleading. “Tips, that was US.”

“All three of us,” you remind her gently. “She was a part of you.”

“…It means ‘moon’.”

The Shadow-Izirina—Ayla?—smiles. It’s a pretty smile, small and gentle and genuine. Her cheeks flush slightly, and she looks genuinely touched.

“My moon-clan elf… And I’m your moon? It’s a little much, to be honest…”

“It’s just a placeholder,” you say quickly. “We can—”

“No!”

Ayla smiles, tears of happiness in her eyes.

“I will be your moon, Ezreal.”

“Tips?” murmurs Izirina, voice wavering.

You look between the two, torn and tugged in two directions. Never before have you realized how genuinely EASY you had it with Izirina and Costella—one attracted to the other, and the other at least willing to go along. These two, so similar yet so instinctually AGAISNT one another, are a whole other story.

You decide to be pragmatic.

“We’re going into combat,” you reason. “We need… Callsigns. Codenames. SO, if you like it… Ayla will work.”

Ayla beams. Izzy retreats into herself a little more. Your heart hurts to see it… But you can’t resolve this dilemma right now.

“We should discuss your capabilities,” you tell Ayla. “Your capacity to store aura, the spells you know. That sort of thing.”

“Tips…”

You look apologetically to Izzy, but Ayla has already grabbed hold of your hand, and has begun to inform you of her abilities. Necessarily, practically, you turn your focus to the newest member of your party.

>+1 Ayla relationship
>-1 Izirina relationship

>>6052546
“I can do anything SHE can,” Ayla informs you immediately. “Well, okay. Perhaps now the… The Feycarft you apparently shared with her. Not YET. But if you teach me, I can do that, too!”

“We don’t have time for that right now,” you let her down gently. “But what about… Things you can do, that Izirina might not be able to?”

Her smile turns wicked, and her eyes snakelike.

“With the Nothic’s aid, I mastered the Akashic Record and the Dreamscape,” she informs you. “<Astral Projection>, <Guidance>, <See Invisibility>, <Nightmare>… More, too. And I can <Detect Thoughts> with effort… Detect emotions by default.”

Your heart practically seizes in your chest, and she reaches out to cup your face—so much more forward, more physical, than Izirina Henzler usually is… And just as beautiful.

(And naked.)

“It’s okay,” Ayla says, stroking your face and looking lovingly into your eyes. “I understand why you’re having… A lot of complicated feelings, right now.”

“You do?”

“I was… Desperate when you arrived. Hungry. I’d been apart from you for so long. But you saved me. I’m… I’m calm now. I promise. I think having a physical form helps to reduce qi leakage as well—it stabilizes me.”

“That’s good,” you say, warily.

“As far as combat goes,” she presses on, “I’ve been dwelling amidst the Elemental Planes for QUIET some time. I’m practically a native. I KNOW my command of Elementalism is greater than hers… And, Tips? I think my <elemental Infusion> might surpass yours, as well.”

Your own spell?! Well… That makes some sense, you suppose, under the circumstances.

“That all sounds quite useful,” you admit.

“So what’s our plan?” Ayla asks, excitedly. “I’ll prove my merits—my strength! You’ll see. I’ll SHOW you!”

You recognize Izirina’s tone, her intensity, in this declaration from Ayla. It’s a very valid question though, and obviously one you’ve been giving thought to.

“When I thought I’d… I’d KILLED you,” you say, with bitter apology filling your mouth, “I was so scared. I know that the Unseelie are too far gone to just request an apology and let them join us on Old Maple Hill… But I’m so sick of death. Banelight NEEDED to die… But maybe some of them don’t.”

“But you can’t let them keep getting away with it, either,” Ayla infers, regarding you curiously “You have a solution.”

It isn’t a question, but statement. How much can Ayla sense? What can she see, inside your skull, before you speak it.

“it’s okay,” she assures you.

“…Right. Well, how about this?”

And so you share with Ayla—and Izirina, who you hastily beckon to your side—the plan. Such as it is.

Rolled 14, 7, 1, 11, 9, 19 = 61 (6d20)

>>6052549
Izirina is all-but-depleted of aura, after all this traveling and enchanting, and having Ayla’s elemental connection snapped and severed. Still, she has enough to transport the three of your back to the Unseelie Plane. The smooth black bark and thin red leaves of the darkwood grove which surround’s Banelight’s crumbling castle and shattered statuary come into view in an objective instant, though the relative travel time leaves you as discombobulated as ever.

(Or… Actually, a little bit less. Is it Banelight’s essence infused into you, making you feel more at-home in this place?)

Oncyth and Baajaban are surrounded by the mass of grey-faced, black-eyed fair folk who mass around you; they are pushed to the back, jostled and elbowed. Oncyth in particular looks as if he’d like to repay the favour with lethal interest, while Baajaban demurs, but looks over the much-shorter crowd expectantly; both await your signal to begin the slaughter.

“Where is Banelight?” asks once of her acolytes.

“QUEEN Banelight,” remind another, jabbing him playfully. “Don’t let her catch you slipping up!”

A quick, sharp cacophony of titters erupts in response.

“She remained behind, to fully absorb the Element Planes’ energies,” you supply. “It’s not an easy thing.”

“Then why are you back, cousin?” an Unseelie Fey asks.

You see the minotaur and werewolf tense. You sense Izirina and Ayla do so as well. It’s the moment of truth.

“To do this,” you say, and direct your staff towards the Unseelie Star—that which you laboured so long to craft and empower. “<Disjunction>!”

>5/6 MP
>2/3 HP

>>6052551
The Unseelie star low bright-brighter than before, for a single instantly. Then, like a burned-out candle, it is snuffed out. It geos dark, without so much as smoke—darker than dark, like a void. You are plunged into a starless and moonless night your low-light vision cannot penetrate.

And then the screaming begins.

The Usneelie shout, and cry,a nd wail, and rage.

“Traitor!”

“Betrayer!”

“Where is Banelight?!”

“Kinslayer!”

“Run away!”

“No, kill him! Kill them all!”

To either side of you, fire and lightning crackle to life, as the two Izirinas—Izzy and Ayla, rather—imbue themselves with <Elemental infusion>. You can’t help but notice how much more radiant—how much mightier—Ayla is than her tired human counterpart, though. From amidst the rattling spears and sabres of the Unseelie Fey, who form a great dark mass in the partly-broken darkness, a huge and hairy form rises to rival Oncyth, and a lupine head turns up to the empty, cloudy sky of this fragmentary relam, and howls.

It begins.

What do you do?
>Execute your judgement—total Unseelie execution, for their centuries of unrepentant cruelty and crime against mortals
>Focus on preserving life—friends and Unseelie alike, being as nonlethal as possible, and killing only when you must
>Write-in
[Specific tactics and strategies will only improve your odds of success]

>>6052558
>Execute your judgement—total Unseelie execution, for their centuries of unrepentant cruelty and crime against mortals

>Izzy on Izzy drama
Knew we should have fused them again, now she's discovering she hates herself more than she hates the general population.

>>6052546
>She’s mad at us for being jealous at herself
This isn’t a woman moment anymore this shit a uterus moment

>>6052558
>Execute your judgement—total Unseelie execution, for their centuries of unrepentant cruelty and crime against mortals
I told you we should’ve done this from the start. Now we just depowered it for nothing. What a waste.

>>6052558
>Focus on preserving life—friends and Unseelie alike, being as nonlethal as possible, and killing only when you must
I'm surprised that most anons went with the depowering option. Anyway, it seems that not all of them are on board with killing so we can manage to make then bend if we are enough of a threat. focus on the more aggressive of the bunch and who act like leaders if there's any.

>>6052582
Addendum for the >Write-in
[Specific tactics and strategies will only improve your odds of success]

>>6052551
>Oncyth and Baajaban are surrounded by the mass of grey-faced, black-eyed fair folk who mass around you;
> From amidst the rattling spears and sabres of the Unseelie Fey, who form a great dark mass in the partly-broken darkness, a huge and hairy form rises to rival Oncyth, and a lupine head
Alright, we’re surrounded by unseelie and there’s a big wolf.

Izzy & Ayla; send fire & lightning elemental around the group to clear out the normal unseelie crowd

Baajaban & Oncyth: Stand guard near Izzy & Ayla & Tips to defend them from projectiles or charges

Tips: Lightning the unseelie wolf

If he’s relatively similar enough to oncyth then we just need to stay out of measure

>>6052588
It was a 50-50 split but one anon who chose kill was 1 post id

>>6052558
> a huge and hairy form rises to rival Oncyth
*to rival Baajaban
[Oncyth can't very well rival himself. Woops!]

>>6052558
>Focus on preserving life—friends and Unseelie alike, being as nonlethal as possible, and killing only when you must
We’re supposed to be peaceful lads

[>>6052591 see >>6052594, to eliminate some confusion]

>>6052601
We’re going to get ourselves killed for no reason. They’re not going to spare us.

>>6052605
How much taller is Baajaban compared to Oncyth

>>6052608
[Baajaban is about eight and a half feet tall. Oncyth, normally, is about 6-feet tall, which is remarkable for an elf.]

[A Kodiak bear is about ten feet tall, rearing up on its hind legs, and Oncyth's dire wolf wolf rivals that, but has more trouble standing fully upright.]

>>6052610
So this unseelie wolf thing is bipedal and is as tall as Baajaban? If so, then I’ll proceed with my original plan >>6052591

If the unseelie wolf is as tall as Baajaban while standing four legged, I want Tips to aethereal form, go there, monstrous growth on him

Everything else stays.

>>6052608
>>6052626
[Sorry, to clarify again: the wolf emerging from the midst of the Unseelie is Oncyth himself, who was surrounded by Unseelie before you turned out the lights.]

>>6052633
Hm. Noted.

So we're surrounded.

change from >>6052591 to

Izzy & Ayla: summon water elementals and have them throw water onto the unseelie pack

Oncyth and Baajaban remain on guard for them

Tips use lightning

(I want the lightning to take out most of them in one go.)

>>6052558
>Execute your judgement—total Unseelie execution, for their centuries of unrepentant cruelty and crime against mortals


>Write-in: focus on energy draining them, Their energy should be waning now that the star is off.

No way people are trying to level with the unseelie after all our appeals to banelight (and we made numerous) fell on deaf ears.

>>6052601
When were we every peaceful? Our parents were adventures (basically grave robbers/ mercenaries.) And we killed people in quests 1,3,,7,8.5 and in this one as well. They were mostly trolls,goblins unseelie who attacked us first. But we still have undoubtedly slain too many beings to be considered a pacifist.

>>6052558
>>Execute your judgement—total Unseelie execution, for their centuries of unrepentant cruelty and crime against mortals
So what if we're an Unseelie now?
We're getting away from the stupid batman killer fallacy walking the punisher road.

Rolled 6, 2, 6, 10, 14, 14, 2, 4, 4, 10, 3, 2, 15, 17, 6, 10, 12, 7, 1, 8, 7, 3, 19, 14 = 196 (24d20)

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You gaze into the dim darkness, grateful that your modified, blackened eyes seem to cut the shadows even more effectively than they did before you integrated Banelight’s essence into your own. It’s not true Darkvision, such as goblinoids have, but it's a damn sight better than facing the Unseelie at a disadvantage.

...Well, more of a disadvantage.

Your forces number four-- five, counting Ayla, six counting Muffins. Seven, if you really want to count little Veloz, but that's a stretch. The Unseelie, though they hardly amount to any sort of real court or kingdom, number at least thirty-six, or maybe as many as forty-eight; less than fifty, but far more than you can mount. Worse, they surround you. The deactivation of their Unseelie Star has weakened them (and many are likely still hungover from last night’s revels), but they're still True Fey, armed to the teeth and far from helpless.

Loathe though you are to inflict further death, you long ago learned that misplaced mercy will still bring the Lord of Endings’ gaze—only upon you, or the ones you love.

“Stick to the plan!” you shout to your friends, lovers, and animal companions. "Kill them all!”

We’re going to roll 2d20 for Muffins and 3d20 for Oncyth; DC 16. Baajaban gets another 3d20, DC 15 thanks to his new club granting impressive reach; normally it would be higher. Next, your roll for an Energy Drain, 6d20, DC 18 given you’re targeting such a wide array of foes and it’s a new spell; Izirina and Ayla will follow up with water/lightning dual assault, 5d20 each; the DC for the latter will depend on your success with the former. Of your five allies, you need at least four successes between them for a complete rout. Crits count for two successes; crit failures set you back, and anyone who fails at all will sustain an injury.

>>6053034
>6 ,2 for Muffins; 0 successes
>6, 10,14 for Oncyth; 0 successes
>14, 2, 4 for Baajaban; 0 successes
>4, 10, 3, 2, 15, 17 for Tips; 0 successes
>6, 10, 12, 7, 1 for Izirina; 0 successes, 1 critical fail
>8, 7, 3, 19, 14 for Ayla; 1 success
Well, fuck.

[Writing. There may be some delays, as I'm at work.]

>>6053034
Keeping with the tradition of getting fucked at the begging of a fight. A shame tips dc is high as fuck, even though we’d not get the 4 successes anyway.
I’m still surprised anons voted for deactivating the star when they were going to kill then anyway.

>>6053046
The Unseelie would have been stronger if you hadn't deactivated the Star first; every DC would have been one higher, and they would be casting fire spells instead of using spears and arrows.


>>6053036
Everyone has been briefed on the plan, or at least their part in it, and they jump to fulfill their roles. Even as the Unseelie cry out in outrage, many of their screams turn to terror or pain as Oncyth falls upon them from within their own ranks, a vengeful wolf among a flock of sheep who deserve the tooth and claw—his, or those which Muffins attacks with in tandem, eager for his own share of fresh meat.

>6, 2 for Muffins; 0 successes
>6, 10, 14 for Oncyth; 0 successes

Alas, it is their animal screams which rise above all others, instead. Though Oncyth is mighty, and Muffins well-supplied with many a mouth to bite or head to batter with, the Unseelie are yet winged... or rather, with what energies remain from the Unseelie Star, they MANIFEST such wings as NECESSARY TO SAIL BEYOND THEIR REACH, AND TO PEPPER THEM WITH HURLED SPEARS AND BITING ARROWS.

>2/3 HP for Muffins
>2/3 HP for Oncyth

Baajaban steps forth with his club raised high, groaning a bovine battle-cry. The minotaur batters projectiles this way and that with wide and mighty swings...

>14, 2, 4 for Baajaban; 0 successes
>2/3 HP for Baajaban

...But the Unseelie stay taunting just beyond his reach, and all he succeeds in doing is soaking up some of the damage which would otherwise have been inflicted upon your beloved pet and Logan Pearce’s lycanthropic lover.

“Make them pay!” you hear an Unseelie fairy shriek.

“For Banelight!”

“For FREEDOM!”

“Hold on,” you gasp. “Hold on, I’ve got this!”

If they have no energy, they’ll lose their flight. It’s a transformation, not innate.

“<Energy Dr—> AUGH!”

>4, 10, 3, 2, 15, 17 for Tips; 0 successes
>1/3 HP for Tips

Your new spell would have been perfect for the purpose, of course. But it IS a new spell, untested and unpracticed, being performed under (put mildly) less than ideal conditions. Maintaining the concentration needed for spellcasting is a difficult thing even under fire by a single archer or spearcaster, let alone a dozen... And fellow fair folk well-know the danger of magic, and of that spell in particular, as it was once their queen’s. The moment you muster your energies, you make of yourself a target, and shortly thereafter a pincushion.

“Tips!” both aspects of Izirina Henzler—Izzy and ‘Ayla’—scream at once, and quickly step forward to defend you.

“I’ll summon a water elemental to douse them, and then you can shock them with—GHH!”

>>6053058
Izirina’s planning process is cut short as her own armor proves inadequate to stop the barrage of sharpened blackwood which falls upon you both. She is regrettably reduced to instead summoning an ice elemental—and not an especially large one—to serve as a barrier for the two of you. It is a temporary respite, but it may be all you get.

“Are you okay?” you ask her, through the haze of your own pain.

>6, 10, 12, 7, 1 for Izirina; 0 successes, 1 critical fail

She nods, biting her lip hard to stem the scream which no doubt longs to explode forth, judging by the arrow transfixing her left arm.

“Can you cast?” you whisper.

She doesn’t shake her head... But neither does Izirina nod.

“Useless!” Ayla sneers, though whether at the Unseelie Court or at the original Izirina, you can’t be sure. “Let me show you how it’s DONE!”

>8, 7, 3, 19, 14 for Ayla; 1 success

Ayla raises her hands high, and cries out: “<CHAIN LIGHTNING!>”

Electrical energy explodes from all ten of her fingertips, streaking in every direction at once. The jeering insults turn into injured exclamations as the many bolts of lightning strike true, hitting at least a half-dozen of the dark fairies. From them, of course, the spell does as its name implies: it arcs, spreading into another and another. The cloud of firefly wings thins out as at least a dozen of the little Unseelie bastards come tumbling down from the sky, like a thundering rain. The booming crack of all those electrical eruptions fills the dark sky of the demiplane with light, illuminating the silhouette of Izirina’s shadow—of Ayla, who alone among your allies stands tall and undaunted, naked in the storm like some primal witch of old.

The demonic double of the woman you love, newly empowered and enervated by victory, looks over her shoulder at where you and the human Izirina have been forced to cower, and shouts:

“Tips! Follow my lead!”

“Wh-what?”

“<ELEMENTAL INFUSION!>”

You watch as Ayla’s silhouette darkens from dark to light, illuminated by fire and lightning as once formed the whole of her being—or so it had seemed—upon your first meeting. She is pouring all of her aura into the effort—a not-inconsiderable amount, in spite of her recent disjunction. The Unseelie stare in confusion and fear, taking potshots even as the brightness of the transformation forces them to shield their dark-adapted eyes, and the blistering heat creates a shockwave of air that blasts them back.

Do you do as Ayla orders, and add your own aura to her own?

>Yes
>Some... But you hold some in reserve
>No, you have another plan [Write-in]

>>6053059
>Some... But you hold some in reserve
If the yes option is to put all our mana into her, nah. Boost her and let’s think of something else, probably healing Izzy’s arm.
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>>6053059
>Some... But you hold some in reserve

>>6053059
>Some... But you hold some in reserve

Yeah we'll need the mana to heal the injured.

>>6053059
>Some... But you hold some in reserve
For healing

Rolled 3, 14, 14, 3, 7 = 41 (5d20)

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>4/6 MP
Despite your failure to fully cast Disjunction due to your own injury, the aura was expended. This the hazard of combat-casting, which is why battle-mages like your friends Logan Pearce and James Efron are specially-trained in the art of concentration. You, being a more scholastic sort averse to combat—present circumstances aside—have done no such thing. It’s for the sake of those same injuries which so stufled you that you also afford Ayla less aura than your otherwise might…

>2/4 MP

…Though you still supply her a little boost to her <Elemental Infusion>, further augmenting her lighting. As you add to her already-considerable strength, she begins to levitate off the ground, occupying a central space within the electrified, cloud-wreathed form of an elemental giantess. Rays like horns rise from her supernatural shell’s otherwise-blank face, and when it’s mouth opens, the smoke and fire which billows forth is as if from the Hells’ own soul-fed furnaces.

[DC 12; for every two Ayla beats that by, she gets another success towards the three more you need for a rout. Because you helped her upcast, base DC is decreased by 2 more, so: DC 10 for get one success, 12 for two, 14 for total victory.]

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>6053308
The waves of infernal smoke wash over the airborne Unseelie, but they do not spread beyond them. The smog does not dissipate, but coalesces…. And then, from its depth, lightning flashes. It is not blue or yellow or bright vibrant white, but red-hot, or vibrant purple and pink. Each flash is accompanied by a scream, or squeal, or some other terrible and lamentation, and one by one the cloud rain still more bodies—a locust-lie hailstorm of charred, ash-black corpses which crumble and break on impact with the extradimensional earth below.

Towering above you all, Ayla laugh, in glee and glory, and most of all in triumph.

>3/4 of the Unseelie Court is destroyed

You feel no joy in seeing the carnage… Yet as you gaze upon crumbling hands on broken-ff, outstretched limbs, and clutch close to Izirina, you’d be a lair to say you felt no smidgen of relief.

[Rolling morale for the remaining Unseelie Fey.]

>>6053315
Those fallen fair folk who survive the atrocious onslaught stare, almost literally bug-eyed, at their destroyer. They over in place for a moment, gripping spears and swords, drawing froth arrows from arcane quivers which seem all-but-endless and beginning to notch them…

>10

“Fuck THIS!”

“I’m gone!”

“The realm is yours!”

“the WORLD is yours!”

“We surrender!’

“Gods damn the old Queen! All hail the new Queen!”

As they go, the uber-Ayla rumbles like rolling thunder, and watches with piercing eyes. A great mouth parts and—like the inverse of the ice dragon’s maw last winter—it begins to breath IN, dragging the Unseelie back towards it. They flutter and flap their wings in desperate effort, pleading and begging for mercy, for forgiveness. They forsake their loyalties, renounce their sins, and win ten-to-twelve distinct voices, these last few member sof the Usneelie Court scream:

“Spare us!”

“We were just doing what came naturally to su!”

“No, we only obeyed Banelight!”

“We didn’t mean it!”

“We’ll leave!”

“We’ll stay!”

We’ll do whatever you want!”

Yet Ayla does not care. When once she belched forth a terrible, elementally-attuned spiritual miasma, she now sucks it back. Amidst the foul , fell-realm fumes, you see motes of crystal light—fairy light. You recognize them: the will-o-th’-wisp souls of the Unseelie already slain, being drawn into the demon’s hungry pit, where Men and Elves keep their spirits.

What will you do with those who surrender?
>Kill even those who flee and submit [+Ego, -Elf Empathy; Requires Courage roll]
>Let them go in peace [-Ego, +Elf Empathy]
>Press-gang them not servitude, as they have others [+Ego, Unseelie King route lcoked]
>Bind them as prisoners, to present to the Sylvan Fey [???]
>Write-in

And what of Ayla’s spiritual feast? Will you permit it?
>Try to stop her
>Allow her to fuel herself upon the souls of the Unseelie Fey who defied and tried to kill you

>>6053324
>Press them into servitude, kill any who refuse
>Allow the feast

>>6053324
>Let them go in peace [-Ego, +Elf Empathy]
It’s only 1/4 of the og unselee and they’re shaken anyway.

>Try to stop her
Bad girl, show some restraint

>>6053324
>“No, we only obeyed Banelight!”
“We didn’t mean it!”
“We’ll leave!”
“We’ll stay!”
We’ll do whatever you want!”

Eh. I think that’s good enough. They probably won’t come back for revenge but I’m not sure if killing them all is really necessary.

And I remember RQM saying the total is like 3 - 4 dozen. Being king of 9-12 people doesn’t sound all that worth it. And besides, what could they really offer? A militia that isn’t all that well trained? Fey with fire magic?

I guess we could use them to kill carlos but that would just be adding more fuel to the “magic hill is a danger” narrative.

>Bind them as prisoners, to present to the Sylvan Fey [???]
They’re useful as negotiating tools.

>Try to stop her
We can’t use them if they’re dead.

>>6053324
>Kill even those who flee and submit [+Ego, -Elf Empathy; Requires Courage roll]

The dark fey and their whole corrupted bloodsucking dimension is worthless. Better they fade away, they only stated surrendering once they saw Ayla had crushed them. Their belief's haven't changed, they are just cowardly and saying whatever it takes to weasel out of the situation they have put themselves in.

>Allow her to fuel herself upon the souls of the Unseelie Fey who defied and tried to kill you

Those dead fey mean nothing to us, And Ayla is probably hunger after casting that super storm miasma spell. Better she feeds off them than someone else.

>>6053324
>>Bind them as prisoners, to present to the Sylvan Fey [???]
>Try to stop her

>>6053369
Oh wait I thought she was gonna feast on the alive ones

Change from >>6053350
to
>allow her to fuel herself

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>>6053386
Guys, considering we’re talking about her consuming souls do you really think that’s a good idea ?

>>6053392
I was thinking we could turn ayla into something like a true fey

>When once she belched forth a terrible, elementally-attuned spiritual miasma, she now sucks it back.
>Amidst the foul , fell-realm fumes, you see motes of crystal light—fairy light. You recognize them: the will-o-th’-wisp souls of the Unseelie already slain, being drawn into the demon’s hungry pit, where Men and Elves keep their spirits.

We’re absorbing the post-star unseelie here, not the old one. So technically they’re just like regular fey.

>>6053324
>Bind them as prisoners, to present to the Sylvan Fey [???]

>Try to stop her

>>6053331
That’s me btw

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>>6053330
[Hm, a rather important tie. I'll leave this a little longer to see if it breaks.]

>>6053324
>Bind them as prisoners, to present to the Sylvan Fey [???]
I have no doubt in my mind were gonna get in trouble
>Try to stop her
We already gave 1 demon clone a body this one is far more intelligent and in control

>>6053632
[Do you have an earlier post to backlink to?]

>>6053634
Alas not one that would help at all, my last post was a question I didnt even vote :(
>>6051939

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6053673
[Sorry, anon, but I fear it's only fair that I roll, then.]

>>6053582
[Doing so! On a 2, Tips tries to intervene to prevent the soul-feast]

>>6053793
zazed

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“Iz—Ayla,” you say quietly, “Stop.”

The great beast who you have helped to create does not, though. Famished by her arcane expenditures, or drunk on victory and demonic instinct, she continues to suction those caught in her storm towards her open maw. Ayla’s body—her newly-formed, flesh-and-blood body, within the larger elemental edifice which the two of you constructed—sits at the back of the throat, her own mouth wide in laughter that you can’t hear over the screams for mercy.

These terrified fairies… They might be criminals of the worst sort, predatory brigands and slavers, but seeing them crying out in mortal terror, their pleas for surrender utterly ignored, it makes you sick. You can’t let them go free, unpunished; nor can you imagine working with them, assuming you could even trust them to follow you. Still, this is wrong.

It’s not just wrong for them. Consuming their spirits like this… It isn’t something that could ever end well for Ayla’s own development as a separate being. Just as you forbade Carazzi’s cannibalistic cravings in the Goblin Wastes, you feel the need to intervene here. You are responsible for Ayla in some way—her separation, her evolution, her return from accidental exile in a body you created for her. You might be ‘Unseelie’ yourself in the eyes of the Bonum Chaoticum, but are you to be a maker of monsters? A corrupter of new life? A destroyer and devourer of souls, even by proxy? Are you going to allow Ayla to indulge in her worst instincts, and potentially become something far worse than Banelight?

“STOP!” you shout again.

This time, Ayla hears you. Her elemental body rumbles with displeasure as she gazes down upon you, and for a moment you fear she will stomp upon you, and snuff you out like an insect. Izirina must fear likewise, but even injured and seemingly unable to cast magic, she tries to pull you backwards, and to push herself ahead of you. It’s touching, if a little emasculating, how ready she is to defend and protect you even at the cost of her own life; whatever her flaws and foibles, Izirina Henzler’s love for you is no small or fickle thing.

Luckily, there is no need for any sacrifice. Not today.

With a tremendous sigh, the electrified, demoniac giantess deflates and dissolves. The Izirina-alike within slowly descends as the magical manifestation diminishes, until she joins two and her other half. She says nothing, but looks rather miffed. Yua ren’t sure whether to be worried or apologetic, or perhaps both; you do neither for now, and instead the three of you gaze upon the shivering, whimpering Unseelie who remain: nine of them, alone and afraid amongst the dead.

“They don’t deserve a second chance,” Ayla says. “They reek of evil.”

“You can <Detect Evil>?” you ask, eyebrows raised. “Like a paladin?”

Ayla shoots you a look, then sighs, admitting: “It’s a figure of speech.”

>>6053825
Izirina frowns, but you sense her own opinion of the Unseelie actually correlates quite closely to Ayla’s—though her wariness towards Ayla HERSELF is also quite tangible, even if she’s going along with your wishes. Addressing both of their concerns, you explain your plan: to take the Unseelie Fey who remain prisoner, and to offer them up to the Sylvanfolk as prisoners, when your diplomatic talks commence.

“Any objections?” you ask archly, and none of those enemies who have survived the battle dare to voice any rebellion.

As the skies of the strange little pocket-dimension clear, the ruined castle has tumbled into still-worse disrepair, and many of the newly-restored darkwood trees have snapped and broken, or been stripped bare, as if by a hurricane. You look about for your friends, calling out their names:

“Oncyth? Baajaban?” you cry. “Muffins? Veloz?”

The little lunar hummingbird finds you first. You reach out to cup your celestial familiar for a moment, as he trills happily and then darts away. A moment later he returns, with Oncyth, Baajaban, and Muffins following. All of them look as if they’ve had better days, and Muffins in particular seems miffed to find the fallen fairies fading from material reality with their death, leaving now even bones to gnaw upon.

“I’ll feed you when we get home,” you reassure him, ruffling his lion-head’s mane and scratching under his goat-head’s bearded chin.

(Ayla, too, whose stomach audibly complains as the last of the soul-stuff fades away, also, to whatever final rest awaits these ancient apostates.)

“…She’s new,” notes Oncyth, nodding towards Ayla.

“I’m actually not,” the duplicate of Izirina mutters.

Oncyth looks her up and down, and her face flushes. Both of them are naked, a reality Ayla seems freshly aware of. You know better than be jealous, though, and are more embarrassed by Oncyth’s nudity than Ayla’s before him; the lycanthropic elf’s appraisal is decdieldy non-erotic. You do grow a little worried when he takes a deep whiff of the air, though, and stiffens in a different, more combative manner.

“It’s a long story,” you blurt out, for you know he has detected the demon-taint in her. “Uh, for later. Baajaban?”

Though when you found Baajaban he was quite naked himself, the minotaur is no unclad savage, beastman or not—he rather wears a sort of crude robe fashioned from spare bedsheets, which Costella has decorated and dyed to make seem more fashionable. Understanding your intent, with the aid of a few gestures, he now tears away a section of it as evenly and delicately as his wide, blunt fingers can manage, and proffers it to Ayla. She in turn gazes blankly upon the offering, before looking helplessly to you.

“Turn around and let me help,” you sigh with a small smile, and help her to attain some degree of modesty.

>>6053827
When practical matters conclude, and the Unseelie are rounded up, you survey the blasted and bleak wasteland of this demiplane—YOUR demiplane, you suppose, since you know the <Demiplane> spell that formed it, and it is attuned to the ancient essence you absorbed from its original artisan. It is a storied place, no doubt-centuries old, with a network of interdimensional tunnels you don’t yet understand connecting to places you can only guess at. It is also weakened, disrupted, and now without power to sustain it—without the blood and souls of sacrifices, and now hosting only an inert Unseelie Star. It will collapse under its own weight soon, without intervention…

But maybe that is best? Maybe, when you wield the <Demiplane> spell yourself, you can make something better? It would take decades or centuries to make the equal of this place in terms of size and scope, but there would be less bloody history to it, without any unpleasant surprises. It would be well and truly your creation.

What will you do with the Unseelie Realm demiplane?
>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion
>Allow the demiplane to crumble and fade—you will make a new one in its place, someday, from scratch
>Write-in

>>6053830
>>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion

>>6053830
>Allow the demiplane to crumble and fade—you will make a new one in its place, someday, from scratch
too much bad blood on this. unless anons wanna pick some sorta fight with the sylvian realm, letting it fade is for the best

>>6053830
>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion

>>6053830
>Allow the demiplane to crumble and fade—you will make a new one in its place, someday, from scratch.

A giant demi plane is detrimental in my opinion. We just need a demi plane big enough to store our star in and maybe enough for some crops.

What do we need a entire castle and a vast underground spy network/kidnapping tunnel ring for?

Those interdimensional connections could also pose a security risk. What if the unseelie had allies who know how to use them?

>>6053830
>Allow the demiplane to crumble and fade—you will make a new one in its place, someday, from scratch

>>6053830
>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion

>>6053830
>It is a storied place, no doubt-centuries old, with a network of interdimensional tunnels you don’t yet understand connecting to places you can only guess at.

>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion
Why the hell would we not keep it? We have our own world now. The network of tunnels is such a useful thing. And bloody history? That’s like saying our lightning staff is shit because we used it in combat.

>>6053830
>Reactivate the Unseelie Star with Ayla’s aid, preserving the Unseelie’s network of secret tunnels to Earth and elsewhere, the darkwood forest, the castle-grounds, and all else under your dominion
realistically we arent gonna be welcome back with the sylvans probably ever now with our banelight fudion going on but I think we may be able to convince them to leave us alone and we can spruce this demiplane up a bit and make it Tips home, plus this is easy passage to and fro if we map them and organize the exits a little better

>>6054073
*fusion

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“Izirina,” you speak up, “do you have the magic left to help me reactivate the Star?”

“What?” Izirina asks, surprised. “…Not exactly.”

By this point, of course, even your own energy is waning. Once the battle was won and the surviving defeated rounded up for imprisonment, you had all related your wounds as your next course of action. Coordinating a casting of <Cure Wounds> did most of the work, but <Monstrous Regeneration> would be needed to truly retore movement in Izirina’s left arm, and that rang of motion and precision of movement was needed to cast.

“Right,” you acknowledge with a frown. “Okay, I guess we can wait, then.”

“There’s no need.”

You and Izirna both turn towards Ayla, who smiles too-sweetly at Izzy, before looking back to you.

“I need energy to make up for all that I expended in the battle,” she says, “and you need energy as well… But I have just enough to <Plane Shift> of the two of us.”

“Wh-what?” Izirina asks, squinting. “That makes no sense. Even if you could survive the conditions without a spell like <Elemental Infusion> FIRST, the amount of magical energy needed to perform that spell is too great to perform when we’re already—”

“It’s too great for YOU to perform that spell.”

Izzy stops, and Ayla’s smile spreads, as she explains past her, to you:

“’I’ve lived in that space for years now… Or ‘existed’, if ‘lived’ isn’t accurate, trapped. The travel between here and there is trivial to me. Second nature, in a way. ”

“Then why were you ‘trapped’ to begin with?” Izirina asks.

“Because I had no ‘coordinates’ or the material plane or anywhere else… No connection to it anymore, after… After you left me.”

Ayla speaks the final words with a pained expression, and your immediate instinct is to reach out to touch her—a response that Ayla plainly anticipated, quickly leaning into you and clinging close, shifting to position herself between you and Izirina.

“Now, with the body you made for me, and having taken the trip once, I’m confident I can do so again… If you’ll let me, and help me? I only have enough energy to transport you, and me. Once we’re there, though… <Energy Drain> should do to recharge you, shouldn’t it?”

“Tips…” Izirina begins, sounding worried.

But you trust Ayla—or at least, you sense no ill-intent from her. In actuality, her general demeanour reminds you of how ‘snuggly’ Carazzi gets when ‘hungry’ for affection and attention. Granted, it takes on a rather different dimension, when her voice, her shape, her very scent are all identical to that of Izirina…

You gulp, and nod.

>>6054075
Ayla’s eyes brighten and her smile widens, as she takes your hands. Together, pooling what aura you both have left, you muster enough for a casting of <Plane Shift>, and soon return to that space between-spaces which you had earlier occupied: that formless realm of undifferentiated aether which bridges the planes of Air and Fire, from whence Extraplanar Electricity can be derived. Containing the essence of both the related Elemental planes, that is surely the fastest way to reinfuse the Unseelie Star with energy enough to support a whole plane. If anything, this raw extraplanar energy (and a persistent connection TO these planes through proper attunement) will make the Star greater than before you deactivated… A liability at one point, but now you can co do without the risk of providing that power to a being like Banelight. You’re honestly quite excited as you cast <Energy Drain> and begin to refuel your aura from the planes…

“W-woah!” you cry out automatically as you find your concentration broken by Ayla’s body pressing against yours from behind.

By the feel, you know without looking that she is naked once more—a fact confirmed as you spy her Baajaban-provided attire, such as it was, drifting through the aether. By the press of two points against your back, she is either cold or excited. Between the proximity of the Plane of Fire with its unearthly warmth, you assume the latter; the way she clutches at your chest before beginning to undo the ribbon at the front of your tunic solidifies this interpretation. Before you can adequately respond, Ayla reaches beneath your shirt to trail nails down your skin, you can’t help but start to share in that excitement.

“Ayla, I’m not sure this is the time for that…” you say gently, and a little breathlessly.

“Of course it is,” she states with Izirina-like plainness of fact. “It’s integral to the whole operation.”

“O-oh?”

>>6054076
You gasp as, with distinctly UN-Izirina initiative, she bites your neck. For a moment you have a horrifying thought of her suckling the energy from you as some sort of vampiric revenant, but her teeth are not a demon’s fangs, and there is no bloodsucking bite… Just a sharp, brief nip, and then the gentle pressure of soft lips and the lapping of a tongue across your stinging skin.

“I’m hungry, Ezreal,” she whispers huskily, “and I need energy to get us back, and to help cast the spell.”

“Ri-IGH-ight,” you stammer, pitch rising as she bites the sensitive tip of your pointed ear, and then begins to suckle there. “Which is why I’m casting <Energy Drain>.”

“That gets the energy into YOU,” she points out. “But I’M the one who needs to cast <Plane Shift>… Which means you need to put the energy into me.”

“Oh.”

Ayla's hands slip down your by-now-exposed abdomen… And into your trousers. She hums happily to find the results of her assertive persuasion, taking hold of you with both hands.

“So, Ezreal?” she asks softly, working you slowly. “Once you’re finished charging, will you… Put it in me?”

You don’t strictly-speaking NEED to do so, of course. You’ve never indulged in such activities with Carazzi, however SOME might interpret the demogoblin’s overtures and your resolution of those urges—platonic, familial affection and the provision of mana by more conventional means can suffice to sustain a succubus’ spawn. Furthermore, you know such ‘activities’ will delay your return, raising questions with Izirina. This whole affair—and AFFAIR does feel like the operative word—will also set the tone for your relationship with Ayla moving forward, you’re certain of that.

“Please?” comes Ayla’s hot breath on your ear, and then another flick of her tongue.

>You initiate (or renew?) an intimate relationship with Ayla, beginning with this impulsive encounter
>You reject her overtures, and refuse to indulge in any intimacy at present
>This whole situation feels wrong on a fundamental level that makes you reluctant to EVER pursue intimacy with her, and you say as much
>Write-in

[Don't count on anything written out either way, after the matter of Thread 8, kek]

>>6054073
Woops, just finished writing. Your vote just solidified the lead, though!

>>6054078
>You reject her overtures, and refuse to indulge in any intimacy at present
we've been faithful to both of our gfs and we won't begging sleeping around now.

>[Don't count on anything written out either way, after the matter of Thread 8, kek]
if it comes to that, pastebin and rentry are your friends, OP

>>6054109
>pastebin and rentry are your friends, OP
[I'm not risking it. Goblin Cultivator's QM caught a temporary ban for ERP and I'm not even sure what he did wrong.]

>>6054078
>You reject her overtures, and refuse to indulge in any intimacy at present
Not right now. Kiss on forehead is doable, though.

We have Costella and Izzy that we need to talk to about this whole situation. It's what we said earlier, anyways.

I don't really see Ayla as a child, more like a twin to Izzy; she's mentally similar enough to her in intelligence that she doesn't need as much supervision as Carazzi.

>>6054129
I think its his username as GoblinBreeder

>>6054078
>Renew an intimate relationship
I mean she is Izzy, it’s not fair to her to treat her like someone else, just like it wouldn’t have been fair to Carazzi to insist she abandon Zith-Zi’s memories

>>6054078
>>This whole situation feels wrong on a fundamental level that makes you reluctant to EVER pursue intimacy with her, and you say as much

>>6054129
That’s mostly because of jannies being trigger happy while finally dealing with the spammers. AFAIK he didn’t use no such links and if you want a comparison, the OP doing the Purge thread has been writing stuff using the links and hasn’t had nothing happen to him.
>>6054141
That makes some sense, considering how trigger happy they were

>>6054078
>You initiate (or renew?) an intimate relationship with Ayla, beginning with this impulsive encounter

Ayla has been acting reasonable and helpful so far it would be wrong to break up with her for no reason. Since We were already in a relationship before we used the rite to split off her soul.

>>6054078
>You reject her overtures, and refuse to indulge in any intimacy at present

Reasonable wouldn't be purposely jumping us out of the view of Irizina. It's explicitly stated this is cheating. So let's not.

>>6054378
this is me>>6053939

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>>6054129
Same for me, I got a one day ban for ERP. It was for voting in The Paladin's Dilemma. Now that it's over, you can post safely.

>>6054378

Wait, I’m pretty sure she still has the dragonpox thing on her body. Even if we want to penetrate her we physically won’t be able to. I guess we don’t need use that but yeah

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>>6054141
[That seems incredibly silly, since we have a QM literally called Qoomer.]

>>6054445
[Just for voting? Wild stuff.]

>>6054418
>>6054378
>>6054175
>>6054167
>>6054139
>>6054109
[Seems like a moot point, though! Locked and writing.]

>>6054596
You fight against primal instincts and innate attraction for a measure of control. For the first time, you actually will yourself to remember the bodies left behind by your Unseelie execution, rather than to forget them. It’s a mental image that churns your stomach and rather dulls the enthusiasm brewing below—something Ayla notices, as her hands withdraw. You swallow hard, and turn to face her—something that brings her bare breasts to your chest.

You only notice that for a second, though, as the fury in her reptilian eyes captures your attention far more fully.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, the anger curiously absent from her voice.

“Nothing’s WRONG,” you say quickly. “But… This isn’t something we, ah, NEED to be doing right now.”

“I need it,” she says, then pauses, and her voice distorts as she forces out the words: “I <WANT> it.”

“I know,” you say, placing your hands upon her shoulders in a gentle gesture… And then, with a soft push, extricating yourself from her embrace. “But it wouldn’t be right.”

Ayla recoils as if struck.

“What? B-but… You said you still loved me.”

“And I DO,” you say delicately, “but Izirina is expecting us back.”

Ayla’s expression shifts, hostility lessening and an understanding setting in. Before you can feel any relief, though, she floats back towards you, placing her arms around your shoulders. It’s a tender gesture… Up until you try to extract yourself again, when her grip becomes python-like.

“Tips,” she says slowly, as if to make sure you understand, “I’M Izirina.”

“Ayla—”

“NO,” she says firmly, angrily, before lowering her voice again until it is almost pleading. “Ezreal… We’re alone. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“Pretend?”

“You’ve always been so kind,” Ayla says, with a nostalgic smile and distant tone. “I’ve always loved that about you. Even when we were young, even before we were friends, or, or ANYTHING… You stepped in when the Archmage insulted me, and made me feel small. I really admire that about you—how you did that, how you looked after those jackalopes from the practical examination, how tender you were with Pearce’s feelings. And you’re still like that… Sparing the Unseelie, protecting their souls and taking the survivors captive rather than killing them…”

She pauses, and looks at you directly.

“And pretending that pretender is me, for the sake of her feelings.”

You suppress an involuntary shudder.

“But it’s just us,” Ayla explains, as if she fully believes what she is saying. “You don’t need to play her games anymore, Tips. She can’t come between us anymore… Can’t keep you from me.”

“We’ve been over this,” you say, trying not to sound annoyed, or afraid, as you try to tug yourself free. “She didn’t know... Neither of us knew, what had happened. Ayla—”

“Iz. Ir. In. Ah.”

>>6054627
Nails—claws, by the feel of it, sink into your back. The fury is back in her eyes.

“Say it,” she says.

“Say what?” you ask quietly.

“Say my name.”

“You’re starting to worry me,” you say, fighting to keep your voice level as you feel anger and terror that is not your own creep into you, --an oppressive, dark feeling washing over you in waves, settling upon you like a lead cloak.

“WHO is starting to worry you, Ezreal?” she asks, voice brittle. “Whose virginity did you take? Whose chimeric disease did you cure, so that we could be together?”

She searches your expression with a mad intensity.

“Who did you find, out here, alone in the dark?”

“…Izirina,” you say.

The claws retract. The iron grip releases you, and you release a held breath. Immediately, you fly backwards, gaining distance, and this time Ayla—Izirina?—doesn’t pursue you. She smiles, a disturbingly genuine smile, as if nothing were wrong at all, and she hugs herself.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and then looks up at you, almost pityingly. “I understand… It’s a lot to take in. it must be incredibly confusing for you.”

“Yes,” you agree warily. “It is.”

“You need time,” she says with a nod, floating towards her makeshift robes, to replace it upon her body. “You’re an intellectual, of course. A metaphysicist at heart. And elves—even half-elves—mature and move slowly.”

She smiles again, looking up you, and admits: “I always had the biggest crush on you, you know. As a girl… When we were both young. You just took longer to reach the same point.”

You say nothing, but Ayla, Izirina’s Shadow, doesn’t seem to take offence. Rather, she spreads her arms wide, in a gesture of acceptance.

“I’ll be here for you,” she tells you, “when the pretender is gone.”

…

You complete the <Energy Drain>, and transfer—platonically, chastely—the energy which Ayla requires to perform the <Plane Shift>. Once more, you find yourself in the pocket-dimension of the Unseelie Fey. There, Oncyth and Baajaban hold crude torches fashioned of blackwood, burning dimly with a pinkish-grey flame across spectra both material and magical, and standing watch over the surrendered Unseelie. Izirina—the human Izirina—looks up at the subtle ‘pop’ of your reappearance, from where she kneels beside Muffins. She looks up at you and, as if seeing something on your face, grows visibly concerned.

>>6054628
“Shall we begin?” asks Ayla, suddenly at your side.

You hesitate, but nod. Turning your back to the other Izirina—too depleted to assist you—you guide her shadow-self in the ritual needed to reactivate the Unseelie Star, and to reinvigorate the Demiplane. Even the defeated Unseelie breathe in relief, as the stagnant atmosphere of decay abates. The light and life begin to return to this little world, and the miasma washes away before an even brighter light than before—a bright white electric light, for the Star now crackles with Elemental Electricity, flickering and ripples with a soft, subtle buzz, or perhaps a hiss.

“It’s beautiful,” Ayla sighs softly, and clutches your arm. “Our own star… Our own world. Our own little secret. Just like I always dreamed…”

You round up what remains of the Unseelie Court—or THIS Unseelie Court, at least. With how Princess Miannie applied the term to you in your dreams, and the legends young elves whispered in your south about strange shapes in the darkness of the Sylvanwood, in places so densely-forested that starlight and moonlight do not reach, you wonder if there might be still others who have somehow earned that appellation, that CONDEMNATION. Still, this particular band of brigands will do no more harm, and their network of tunnels shall no longer be used to launch assaults upon those who leave the beaten path, and it’s thank to you!

(Maybe that will be enough to earn your way back into the good graces of the gods?)

Your friends and captive foes gather around, as Ayla prepares another casting of <Plane Shift> for all of you. Izirina steps up to help, but stops as Ayla points out:

“You’re completely empty, and you’re in the way.”

You frown at see Izirina deflate at the accusation, hands balling at her sides, yet strangely quiet. Ayla sets herself to work, though, and she isn’t WRONG—even after recharging the star, she radiates with a potent aura that you usually associate with the Izirina you know. She has more than enough energy to open the way, and Izirina doesn’t.

Before long, you are all at Old Maple Hill once more.

You, and Izirina… And ‘Izirina’.

What are you going to do about this?
>You will discuss how to fit Ayla into your lives with Costella and Izirina
>Ayla should stay at the Hill, but not share your tent, let alone your bed
>Maybe it’s best to find Ayla somewhere else to stay for now…
>Write-in

>>6054630
>You will discuss how to fit Ayla into your lives with Costella and Izirina

>>6054630
>You will discuss how to fit Ayla into your lives with Costella and Izirina

I think Costella would understand. Besides, we shouldn’t be keeping this from her.

>(Maybe that will be enough to earn your way back into the good graces of the gods?)
No. It shouldn’t come to that. They already hurt us too much. Moon goddess tried to imprison us. Nenaias tried to kill us. The rangers and priest tried to kidnap Izzy.

Cessation of hostilities is all we really need.

>>6054139

>>6054630
>You will discuss how to fit Ayla into your lives with Costella and Izirina
with that said though I don't think it's a good idea to have her share beds with the rest of us

>>6054630
>>Maybe it’s best to find Ayla somewhere else to stay for now…
The first choice is obviously extending our "arrangement" to include the demon. I'm against it.
The second is putting the problem on the back burner. Also against it, but less thant the first one.

>>6054871
>The first choice is obviously extending our "arrangement" to include the demon. I'm against it.
I voted for it on the idea that we'd be talking about her to Costela as well, since we are gonna help Aya deal with her demon self. If it's to make her our 3 gf I'm not supporting it.

>>6054884
[To clarify, the first option is the 'throuple plus one' conversation. Assuming you are >>6054642...]

>>6054635
>>6054642
>>6054691
>>6054871
[We have a tie as to whether to integrate Ayla into the relationship dynamic (or try to). I'm going to write the beginning of a scene, and phrase the vote more explicitly at the end.]

>>6054630
>You will discuss how to fit Ayla into your lives with Costella and Izirina

>>6055405
Wait, if the 1st option is indeed to make it a trouple instead of just presenting
Ayla then I want to clarify that I’m against it.

>>6055405
I’m not >>6054884

>>6054630
>Ayla should stay at the Hill, but not share your tent, let alone your bed
Im not down for expanding the harem to a demonic clone of all the insecurities of our already crazy fiance the same girl who already tried to loophole a prophecy, and I can already fucking see the future on Costellas introduction, let us not forget her aspects from her dragonpox were also shed in the plane, and Ayla as a intelligent early demonic entity probably just fucking ate her, this isnt good

I really hope im not too late, I do not want this

>>6055420
This sounds like a better option

>>6055421
According to what op said >>6055405 we’d still need to vote to truly try the quadruple here since some were confused.

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>>6055405
>>6055410
>>6055420
You are your companions attract no small amount of attention as you approach the centre of the Old Maple Hill encampment. You sense fascination, but also an undercurrent of unease, verging on fear. You chalk it up to the train of captured Unseelie adversaries who you march in your midst, and take some small, spiteful pleasure in their own obvious discomfort—they aren’t sued to being paraded so and, with your feycraft upon them, every human and halfling here can see them plainly.

However, it’s not just them.

“What ARE they?”

“And why are there two Izirinas?”

“What happened to HIM?”

The last comment reminds you of your own changed shape, and you begin to grow self-conscious of your pale complexion and dark eyes. So too are you made newly aware of the weightless step of your feet—something usually innate to your <Improved Aetehreal Form>, but not to your material one. It goes beyond elven grace, to something truly unearthly, and you briefly have the absurd fantasy of weighing your trouser pockets down with rocks to compensate.

But it’s Costella’s reaction that really makes it hit home

When you come upon Costella, she is holding a clay basin of water, with which she is filling troughs for the small community’s collection of livestock—cows and gats kept for milk, chickens for eggs, sheep for wool. You call a greeting, and she perks up immediately…

And then her eyes widen.

And then her face falls.

And then the basin drops and shatters.

(To her credit, she doesn’t scream…)

“E-Ez?” she whispers, bringing her hands to her mouth. “Is that you?”

You aren’t really sure how to respond to that, honestly, so you just nod. She rushes to you, stopping just short of touching you. It’s a moment’s hesitation, but it hurts. When she cups your face, it is with pity as much as affection.

“Oh! Oh no... Ez… What happened?”

“He’s evolved, obviously.”

>>6055446
That answer, of course, comes from Ayla, and without even looking you can see the cold sneer with which she speaks it. You remember that this is an ‘Izirina’ who scarcely knows of Costella, having firsthand memories only of her lowest, most depressed point, when the dragon-pox had overtaken and deformed her years ago. Costella has changed so much since then, and not just physically… But what Ayla experienced of that, indirectly through her one-time connection to her Earthly other half, clearly left her with a low opinion nonetheless.

The derision in Ayla’s voice is enough to make Costella do a double-take… Which turns into a triple-take, and then a long, dumbfounded ogle.

“Um, like… Am I, uh… Seeing double?” Costella asks with a nervous laugh that makes it plain that even she knows better.

You take her arm gently, exchanging a meaningful look with Izirina, who nods, and joins you on her other side.

“I think we should have a discussion,” you tell her. “About… About LOTS of things, actually.”

“I agree,” says Ayla.

You and Izirina exchange another look, and you explain as delicately as you can: “I think we should save THAT part of the discussion for… Afterwards. Please?”

Ayla lets out a faint hiss from between her teeth and rolls her jaw once, shoulders squaring up as if ready for a fight… But then to your great relief, she simply nods, once, curtly, and affects a smile. It even reaches her eyes.

“I can wait,” she says. “I’ll be here.”

‘I’ll be here for you, when the pretender is gone.’ comes the echo of her private promise.

You shake it off, and join the other two women you love in your tent. There, you and Izirina set her down in one of the chairs Izirina summoned forth from the Tower’s storerooms and never got around to returning—the only seat in your quarters, in fact, since Izzy tends to simply call upon them as needed.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, averting her eyes. “I… I don’t have the energy to bring us more.”

“It’s fine,” you assure her, startled to see her crestfallen over something so small.

(Though… You suppose that’s not all it is, is it?)

“Iz? Ez?” Costella asks, sounding as if she’s on the edge of panic. “What exactly, um, like… HAPPENED out there?”

And so, in simple terms suitable to a layperson, and phrased carefully so as not to produce undo panic over your multiple near-death experiences, you explain. Despite the caution in your telling, and Izirina’s occasional helpful interjection, Costella gasps at several point, freckled face going pale, and beautiful eyes welling with tears as you tell of certain aspects: the series of betrayals and reprisals, the appearance of a Shadow-Izirina, the accidental near-obliteration of her, her adoption into your coterie as ‘Ayla’, and the subsequent eradication of all but a few of the Unseelie Fey.

>>6055447
“Oh Gods Above,” she says quietly.

“But it’s all fine, now!” you tell her, as brightly as you can. “I mean, we still have the matter of handing the Unseelie over to the Crown—”

“Or the Tower,” Izirina note. “Mother has the rod and chest that the hobgoblins used to capture the sand elves’ Fey allies.”

“Right, good thinking,” you agree. “But anyway, the worst is behind us!”

“And what about, like, Ayla?”

Izzy goes silent at Costella’, facial features locking in place as they were, and then assuming a sort of forced neutrality.

“Well,” you say carefully, “she’s a part of Izirina, sort of. Or… Another Izirina. But still, Izzy. I kind of thought she might… Stay here with us?”

Costella and the Human izirina exchange a look of their own at that.

“And, like, how does SHE feel about that?” Costella asks, worriedly. “If she’s Iz… Umm, like… Didn’t it take a lot of…”

“Tinkering,” Izirina supplies quietly.

“Right! Like, a lot of tinkering, and, like… Time, and, um, all kinds of stuff, to make ‘us’ work? The three of us? And it sounds like this other Iz is, is, uh… Is like…”

“Dangerous,” Izzy supplies.

Both women are looking at you now, with an expectant expression, and another emotion you can’t fully interpret. You feel your face warm under this attention, but not as much as it might have only a few days ago.

(…Can you even still blush, a you are?)

What do you propose?
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.
>You want to give Ayla a home here on the Hill, but you agree—you love her, but you can’t imagine she is a good fit for the already sometimes-precarious balance of your sexual and romantic life with Costella and Izirina. You’re sure Ayla will understand.
>You want to help and heal Ayla… But that can’t happen here at the Hill, where her jealousy and possessiveness will only be exacerbated, since you can’t bring yourself to love her the way you do Costella and Izzy. You’ll find somewhere else for her to stay.
>Write-in

How has Costella’s reaction to your appearance—and that of the other humans you’ve encountered—made you feel?
>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time
>You feel shamed and embarrassed by the reaction, and uncomfortable with your new form
>Write-in

[I hope this clarifies the vote sufficiently? Ask me if questions, because this is the 'real' one.]

>>6055449
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.

>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time

>>6055446
Oh no he’s black!!

>>6055449
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.
She needs to not see Izzy as a pretender, though. And Costella.

>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time
It’s literally what elves look like.

>>6054642

>>6055465
>It’s literally what elves look like.
[For clarity, Tips looks far less 'human' than your average earth-dwelling elf now. Some part of is an uncanny, metaphysical 'vibe', but he also is albino-pale and has pitch black eyes that, when exposed to pronounced magic, have glowing purple irises.]

>>6055449
>You want to help and heal Ayla… But that can’t happen here at the Hill, where her jealousy and possessiveness will only be exacerbated, since you can’t bring yourself to love her the way you do Costella and Izzy. You’ll find somewhere else for her to stay.

>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time
they've accustomed to our quirks before, this will be just another one of them.

>>6055465
>Oh no he’s black!!
the opposite, actually
>>6055457
so anons really wanna make this triangle a square ? (more like a chicken paw, considering she's not interested in the other 2)

>>6055476
>so anons really wanna make this triangle a square ?
No, but kicking her to the curb when she is essentially a clone of our fiancé is something I want even less, so this is what I'm working with.

>>6055467
>>6055476
Getting blacked is crazy

>so anons really wanna make this triangle a square ?
She’s Izzy. She deserves love. Besides, the non-shadow Izzy has done much worse to maintain her grip on the relationship. I’d rather have it dissolved and settled peacefully.

>>6055485
>No, but kicking her to the curb when she is essentially a clone of our fiancé is something I want even less, so this is what I'm working with.
you can go with the middle option, where we remain close but don't make her our 3rd gf
>>6055490
>Getting blacked is crazy
anon, considering our paleness it's more like elfed
>She’s Izzy. She deserves love. Besides, the non-shadow Izzy has done much worse to maintain her grip on the relationship. I’d rather have it dissolved and settled peacefully.
alright, since you wanna nuke it I think it makes some sense but be prepared to give up Costela as well since Ayla doesn't like her either and won't be up to sesbian lex

>>6055504
I don’t think Ayla is willing to settle for anything less than a romantic relationship with Tips anyway. It either works out or not at all.

>>6055449
>You want to help and heal Ayla… But that can’t happen here at the Hill, where her jealousy and possessiveness will only be exacerbated, since you can’t bring yourself to love her the way you do Costella and Izzy. You’ll find somewhere else for her to stay.
Ayla is an unfortunate byproduct of an unperfected craft in my opinion, yeah shes literally our fiancé, but shes also everything our fiancé wanted to get rid of in herself, Izzy already has serious objection to this, Costella is already dealing with a full makeover on our end and now she also has to deal with a copy of Izzy who doesnt like her just like Izzy used to but worse, I do not wish to push Tips to force a succuclone raised by the god of forbidden knowledge into his already tedious harem, Ayla is bad fucking news and we got too curious thinking this was gonna be a Carazzi situation but this is the worst parts of our already morally gray hyper intelligent future wife now with full professor X mind reading and a casual reader of the akashic records not to mention her natural emotive shapeshifting which combod with Izzys emotional outburst spells is sure to be a great fucking time when she loses her shit eventually
>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time
I expect hes not as concerned with his appearance, likely more interested in what they are adapted for, his eyes probably have a pitchblack vision and he'll be more sensitive to burning rather than tanning

>>6055504
>you can go with the middle option, where we remain close but don't make her our 3rd gf
That's just kicking her to a slightly closer curb

>>6055526
man, like I said getting a 3rd gf will be something that may only work with a lot of nat20s. she doesn't even have the bissexuality that made Izzy and Cossy work in the early stage and she hates both. It's not worth it throwing our relationship under the bus just because you think not fucking her is kicking her under the curb.
>>6055512
the only way I see this working is either her and Izzy ending up reuniting or she becoming friends or non-caring towards us and the girls

>>6055449
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.

>You feel shamed and embarrassed by the reaction, and uncomfortable with your new form

Ayla and understanding is the least likely thing in the world to happen. And truthfully while no one deserves romantic reciprocation, she is probably the closest thing you can get to that point. I think we have to atleast try.

>>6055542
Wait, so you’re doing this as a way of fixing her instead of wanting a harem ? Anon we can reunite her with Izzy instead

>>6055449
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.

I honestly just want to see Ayla be blindsided by Costella lovebombing her and embarrassed flailing as this is so outta of her expected wheelhouse that she doesn’t know how to react (to herself liking it ;)

>You feel shamed and embarrassed by the reaction, and uncomfortable with your new form
I want the old Tips back- Moon!Tips was peak!Tips

>>6055579
Except Izzy has always been a loner, clinging to Tips for support, Ayla has zero attraction towards Costella afawk, again she was ripped from Izzy the same time Costella was changed too, Izzy already told us she had zero attraction to anyone else before and after her transformation and only through alchemical means were we able to make Izzy and Costella work, and that was something she wanted for us, Ayla has shown zero interest in sharing and has downright called the woman weve been with since their split the pretender and already acted territorial, she does not want nor need to be here, she wants to fuck Tips and get his seed for the Beholder, I do not trust mind reading and I do not trust us adding a demonic evil god communing mitosis of our already BPD pushover wizard wife to our comfy triangle, I played heavy into the harem when we played Theral but he was above it all and had things to gain in terms of power and status, Tips is not a king of monsters destined to bring forth the age of darkness, Tips is a wizard actively trying to stop it, Ayla is the catalyst a literal emotionally powered demonic entity and any union between her and any member of our relations is a major cause for concern

>>6055449
>Ayla is a part of Izzy—the Izzy you first fell in love with, and made love with, as a boy. You’ve confessed your love to her anew, and promised to give her a home, and a life. You mean to deliver on that, and you believe she can find a place within your romantic dynamic.

It's not like izzy or even cos haven't caused problems of their own. With cos telling her parents she engaged and us having to ward of carlous and his goons. And izzy selling our secrets to the archmage and a bunch of other shit.

By comparison what has ayla done to deserve abandonment? Been rude to people?

>Write-in: Look into visiting teste to see if she has makeup that could make you skin tone be less alien looking.

>>6055579
>>6055595
It feels like you’re doing this not because you guys want a third gf and now because you think that’s the only way we can help her. I gotta say that’s naive and that we don’t need sex to fix her.

>By comparison what has ayla done to deserve abandonment? Been rude to people?
She doesn’t, but from this to being part of our romantic relationship is a big jump. The second option would be more in line with what you think.
>>6055579
This anon gets it

>>6055595
>It's not like izzy or even cos haven't caused problems of their own. With cos telling her parents she engaged and us having to ward of carlous and his goons. And izzy selling our secrets to the archmage and a bunch of other shit.
true, but remember: even with that and the leglock incident Costella is still one of the sweetest woman we know and wanted to blame herself after Izzy did the pregnancy thing. Izzy with all her problems hasn’t been contacting the nothic and became closer to Cossy. Now Ayla not only hates Izzy and at the very least dislikes Cossy, she’s been in contact with the nothic, is super possessive, doesn’t know how to control her demon side like Cazzy does and has taken every opportunity she could to mog Izzy and afirm herself as the “original”.

>>6055706
The nothic learned about Ayla in the first place because the soul bound between her and izzy. When izzy started her lessons with him.

Blaming Ayla for having contacts with the nothic when izzy had them first is completely unfair.

Your talking about Ayla being possessive. but izzy caused a thunder storm in outrage when we even suggested the possibility of breaking up with her.

>>6055861
>Blaming Ayla for having contacts with the nothic when izzy had them first is completely unfair.
I don't exactly blame her, but it's a critical point if you wanna compare the cons of her and Izzy

>Your talking about Ayla being possessive. but izzy caused a thunder storm in outrage when we even suggested the possibility of breaking up with her.
you could make some comparison between her emotional outburst and Ayla to some extent. Now you gave some good arguments as to keeping her close to us, but not a good one to make her our 3rd gf. from what you've said until now, it seems more like you're choosing it because she wouldn't listen to us otherwise which is a very bad start for an already weak relationship.

>>6055861
So instead we further her already fragile mental state and try to squeeze her into our relationship, ignoring the fact Izzy already said she doesnt like this, Costella just got Izzy in her corner now after we had to modify her pheremone receptors
>She didnt ask to only talk to the Nothic
Okay I understand its a tragic situation, but this is a demonically charged Izzy, this isnt just a goofy little magically inept demogoblin like Carazzi who also got trained into submission by Henzler, this is our scary poor behaviors magical prodigy gf cloned into a succubus who actively despises Henzler, also carrier of Dragonpox, she is a dreamwalker and has a mastery over the Akashic records
>Izzy was possesive too
yes however Izzy doesnt need emotion to live, also thank you for bringing that point forward, Izzy already has outbursts of magic without needing somatic components based off of heightened emotions, so lets let the succubus version of her into the party so we can deal with a thunderstorm and a meteor storm at the same time. Ayla is going to bite us in the ass, the harem is not safe with her around, and we wont be either
Hey reptoid do we still have that binding ribbon, or did we use it for something?

for now the only good argument for bringing Ayla to our love life came from >>6055490 who wants to wipe the slate clean. the other anons who stated their motives have amounted to "I don't really wanna make her our gf, but she won't cooperate otherwise so I'll take the chance of nuking our relationship so something worse doesn't happen". I don't see a reason to be afraid when understanding enough to not kill the unseelie when we asked and didn't try to grape us when we announced our discomfort with her making a move on us in the in-between spaces. If guys really thought that there's no other option you'd have voted to xes her then and there.

>>6055449
>>You want to help and heal Ayla… But that can’t happen here at the Hill, where her jealousy and possessiveness will only be exacerbated, since you can’t bring yourself to love her the way you do Costella and Izzy. You’ll find somewhere else for her to stay.
>You’re fine with how you look, in spite of their reaction—they’ll adjust, in time

In my opinion, Ayla is not Izzy. Ayla is a Tenia that was embedded into Izzy, thought it was easy while it was the motor behind the worst parts of her.
The demon will literally suck away out relationship. The two girls are clearly uncomfortable with that.

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>>6056045
“I know she’s dangerous,” you admit. “And I know this is a lot to adjust to… For all of us. The changes to myself, the addition of Ayla… But it’s a big adjustment for Ayla, too.”

The human women exchange a look, but you press on:

“Think about it from her perspective: she’s been locked away for years—pretty much ENTIRELY isolated for the last year.”

“Apart from the Nothic,” izirina points out.

“Who she met through YORU soulbond,” you note.

Izirina flinches, and you immediately regret your tone.

“I’m not blaming you,” you say softly, “I’m only saying: given she had nobody else to talk to, to help or guide her or even to INETRACT with her… Who can blame her? Or for feeling a little, ah… Territorial about me? When she ‘left’, Costella wasn’t even FRIENDS with us yet, let alone…”

You trail off, but Costella nods along, which is promising.

“She was going by a different name, living a completely different life than the one she lives now… But she IS a part of Izirina. And Costella and I both love you, Izirina… And so we owe it to this part of you to find her a way to belong with us. Don’t you think so?”

(And since you sincerely doubt that pushing Ayla away will have any positive effect, you sure HOPE they both think so...)

>>6056047
Costella is the first to speak up, for Izirina still seems too cowed to take the lead. When she does o, it fills you with hope, at least at first.

“I think… I think I get it,” she says.

“Good!” you say quickly. “I’m glad that—”

“Like, I get why YOU think so,” she presses on, interrupting you in rather un-Costella Fanucci fashion. “Why this is, like, important to YOU.”

Your burgeoning smile dips down at the corners.

“But Ez…” she says gently, reaching out to take your hands. “You’re not really listening to what Iz is saying, or like… Asking me how -I- feel. That’s TOTALLY not like you.”

“That’s not fair,” you reply, pulling your hands back as your frown deepens. “I’m trying to balance EVERYONE’S feelings.”

“Right, yeah, I get what you’re TRYING to do,” she says placatingly, her tone only serving to frustrate you further. “But what we have… It took, like, YEARS to get right. You can’t just add another person to the mxi overnight and expect things to be the same.”

“It’s not another person!” you protest. “It’s IZZY.”

Izirina’s expression darkens, and she stares down at the ground, biting her lip to silence herself.

“Ezreal,” Costella says sadly, “Izirina’s right here. Like, she’s the one telling you she isn’t okay with this.”

>13

“Oh, is that right?!”

Both women look up at your sharply, with shock.

“So now it matter what we’re all OKAY with? What we’re READY for? Not when I was being… Being pressed into a marriage in a sudden surprise? Or EITHER of your attempts to trick me into an early pregnancy?”

The words pour out before you can stop them—a sudden blurting-out of long-held resentment, emerging in response to their lack of understanding. Why is it fair when THEY do it? Why is it something for you to adjust to, to forgive and forget and adjust your life’s course for the sake of, but when YOU want something…

Your mounting frustration peaks… And then falls, at the sight of the expression on Costella’s face. You understand how difficult this is for Izirina, of course. In truth, you’re not without empathy for her, but there IS a part of you that thinks she ought to suck it up, given how instrumental she was in Ayla’s ‘creation’ and development. But Costella… Costella is one of the sweetest, easiest-going people you know. She’s accommodating to a fault. And now, she looks genuinely heartbroken.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I don’t… I didn’t mean that. It’s just been a very long…”

(Day? Week? Season? Year?)

“Is it, like… The Unseelie energies or whatever?” Costella asks

“I don’t…” you trail off, and then mutter, noncommittally: “Maybe.”

Not trusting yourself to speak further just now, you quickly excuse yourself. You exit the tent, and once you step outside you keep stepping. Without thinking, you activate your <Improved Aethereal Form>, and are off.

>>6056054
As you travel, you find you do not tire as you once did. It's as if your whole body is lighter, more optimizied and efficient. You travel with an alacrity no human can match… Save perhaps for Izirina, with her spatial transportation magic and her ability to divine your location. At first you think that’s who found you, in fact…

“Tips?”

…But when you look over at her, through your new eyes with their keener arcane eyesight, you quickly see it is not. Or, at least, not the Izirina you left in the tent.

“Ayla,” you acknowledge.

She finds you out in the woods at the edge of the land reserve, where your directionless flight carried you. You are seated there, knees up to your chest, back against a tree. She joins you, and you do not push her away.

“You’re hurting.”

No ‘are you okay?’, no ‘what happened?’… She just knows. That’s a succubus’ empathic attenuation for you, you suppose.

“Things just didn’t go as well as I’d hoped,” you admit. “My emotions got the better of me.”

“That will happen,” she says, nodding sagely.

You look over to her, confused, and Ayla—Izirina?—smiles sympathetically, and leans her head against your shoulder.

“They’re only human, Tips,” she explains. “They can only separate themselves so much from all the things that make people PEOPLE. They’re products of this world… This flawed, broken, decaying world. It poisons them, their minds… Their bodies.”

“I actually meant to ask about that,” you say, concerned. “When you were… When the ‘split’ occurred, your body was infected by dragon-pox. Costella’s, too. We removed that infection, like we… Like we accidentally removed you. Are you…?”

Ayla shakes her head, and smiles adoringly.

“Ezreal, you made me this body yesterday, from the ‘purified’ sample you’ve been cultivating her eon Earth for so long.”

(…By which she means Izirina herself, of course.)

“There was no trace of that contagion left in me,” she says softly, and kisses her cheek, before nestling into your neck again. “You saved me. Totally and completely. Thank you.”

“…Well, I’m glad,” you murmur, the warmth of her kiss lingering.

“I love you, too,” she says, sensing your feelings without you even needing to speak them aloud.

>>6056055
A silence lingers and, to your surprise, it only grows more comfortable over time. It really DOES feel just like when you were kids…

But what happens, now?

>You’ll insist upon the matter—Costella and Izirina will just have to get used to it, but you’re in love with Ayla
[Strains your existing relationships, improves Ayla’s relationship and her stability]

>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it
[Mends your existing relationship, unpredictable (but almost certainly negative) response from Ayla]

>You’ll spend time with Ayla in private—including ‘romantic liaisons’—but spare Costella and Izzy the angst of knowing
[+Ego, adultery, severe repercussions if you’re found out]

>You need time to think, and you have too much going on—you’ll put all these relationships on hold, including the wedding, to focus on other matters
[Strains all relationships somewhat, but not as severely]

>Write-in

[This will be the last, and most major relationship vote for a while, defining the next few months or even year of Tips' life in that regard.]

>>6056057
Hope it went according to your plans, anons. Btw OP, would a 20 make them understand it or just greatly reduce the negative impact ?

>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it
the 3rd option is a trap, no way Ayla will be content being a mistress and will surely either press us to make it official or throw the bomb herself.

>>6056063
[A 15 would have made them less upset, and they would have attempted to give it a shot, or at least made Costella more willing to try out a few dates, which would have made Izirina feel obligated to do so as well. One a 20, Izirina's guilt and Costella's attraction to Izirina (and Ayla by proxy) would have combined with sympathy to make them willing to invite Ayla to stay with them right away.]

[Whether it would work out in the end... Well, who's to say? That hasn't been settled yet.]

>>6056081
good odds for the first try at least. even with this being something I don't like in this context, what bugs me is that anons voted for it not because they were horny for the succubussy but because they got guilt tripped into doing this to help her. I dunno how much of this was because of your good writting and how much were anons 4D chessing.

>>6056057
>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it

I’d rather it dissolve than break. Having her as a mistress will only add another difficulty to the relationship that’s going to blow up soon. Adding her to the relationship will just strain the dynamic and none of them will be happy.

am >>6055465

>>6056081
> Izirina's guilt and Costella's attraction to Izirina (and Ayla by proxy) would have combined with sympathy to make them willing to invite Ayla to stay with them right away.
A relationship built on guilt and obligation… that’s just a burden.

>>6056098
>A relationship built on guilt and obligation… that’s just a burden.
there's no way this thing would start on a good foot. glad you've seen it anon, since by your backlink you were one of the guys who voted for trying to square the circle.

>>6056057
>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it
This was a spur of the moment decision brought on by us doing this once before with good results but this is a whole different ball game, 90 percent sure she'll become a bbeg no matter how we spin it, or being with her is gonna fuck up everything weve built so far, I mean cmon anons I know we play a morally gray character, but Ayla is a karmicly evil thing, taught exclusively for the last several years by a god of forbidden knowledge, and in our haste we gave her a perfect body to do with as she pleases, she could only reasonably be scorned, she wont want the life weve built and now you know the girls arent excited about this at all

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>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it

>Make a clone of ourselves for her.

Not with our memories of course. But something.

>>6056117
This is an idea, but I feel like wed have to split ourselves and lose some shit, but might be useful to get rid of the thoughts pining after Ayla and let them fuck off to there own demiplane

>>6056057
>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it
Fuuuuuck
Maybe she'll be willing to wait 80 years or so? SHe is always talking about how they're only human. Don't say that out loud

>>6056117
please no. We don’t need another Tips to keep track of. Also she doesnt have dragonpox anymore so a fucktoy clone could still impregnate her.

>>6056121
Split the unseelie part if we have to. He can be her evil boyfriend. It's not like we have any attachment to it. We just got it.

>>6056124
Its what lets us have our new OP shit, but whose to say we cant find a new big fairy to munch up, those moon fuckers are lookin pretty tasty
>>6056123
this is a valid point though, wed have to lop its balls off, and maybe scrub monstrous regeneration from its dome, Ayla probably has shit biomancy like Iz did/does

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>separate the part of us responsible for boosting magic and potentially lose demi plane / energy drain
>leave all the potentially negative and egotistical parts of the unseelie which we might’ve inherited to an Izzy full of it

>>6056132
Izzy might still tinker with the false Tips to regain his fertility so even our plan of sterilization isn’t fool proof

>>6056115

This was a spur of the moment decision brought on by us doing this once before with good results but this is a whole different ball game
Are you referring to when we calmed Izzy down and later made her attracted to Cossy through our smell ? I mean, I can see it but it’s still a bridge too far

>and now you know the girls arent excited about this at all
Now ? Izzy was already concerned by Ayla and while Cossy is easier to please, Ayla made sure to start it with the left foot and Izzy’s reaction also made her find it strange.

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I can support this actually, except yes with our memories

>>6056143
I speak of Carazzi our other Succuclone friend, who only got her shit in check after getting neglected by Henzler, and even then Carazzi isnt attuned to the element of lightning, have the emotional intelligence or mental intelligence to really do much, Ayla doesnt like Henzler, shes smart as fuck and has a perfect body

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Sorry QM. I'm >>6053871

>>6056057
>>You owe Ayla and apology… And Izirina, and Costella… But you’re committed to the relationship you have, and even if you love Ayla, she has no place in it

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>You need time to think, and you have too much going on—you’ll put all these relationships on hold, including the wedding, to focus on other matters
Best to gets some time to clear everyone’s head, mefeels. I do hope Ayla would be able to improve herself and change their opinion through hard work, sincere effort, honest dedication- she is part Izzy, after all.

>>6056057
>You need time to think, and you have too much going on—you’ll put all these relationships on hold, including the wedding, to focus on other matters

Carazzi and Zith zi still haven't come back from their goblin resettlement mission. And its been months

We should check on them to make sure they haven't been eaten by rock monster's or captured by the bugbears.

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[Doozy of a day today. Going to write an update, though!]

>>6056724
It takes a surprising amount of willpower on your part to extract yourself from Ayla’s affection. What began as gentle repose has become rather more cuddly in a very short while, and by the time you resolve your emotional turmoil, she is rather clinging to you. It starts almost comically, with you squirming away while Ayla seems to pointedly pretend not to notice, until grows wearisome, and finally alarming.

“Ayla—”

“IZIRINA.”

“Izirina,” you correct yourself, gently, “let go.”

“But… But WHY?” she demands, though by the tears in her eyes, you know she has already sensed it.

“We can’t do this,” you say. “-I- can’t do this. Costella and… Well, they’re right. Our relationship is already complicated enough without adding more complexity to the mix.”

Ayla stares at you, and slowly her pupils thin to slits as she draws herself up, and bares sharp teeth like needles.

“COMPLICATED? What do YOU know about complications? About complexity?! About difficult love?!”

You wince and crabwalks back a little bit, regretting the absence of your staff as her hair seems to rise about her head. Ayla’s hair does not whip wildly as Izzy’s might, but rather curls and coils into thick ropes, which writhe and squirm like worms—like wyrms, perhaps.

“I’m sorry!” you say, and you mean it. “I didn’t want things to turn out this way either, but—”

“But WHAT?!”

You don’t know how to complete the thought. You feel fear and grief swallowing you up from beneath, dragging you down as you gaze up at Ayla, as if the Earth itself were opening up beneath your back. And anger! That’s what tips you off to it—that this heightened state of emotion, this needy desire, and now this terrible angst… it isn’t YOURS. At least, not wholly.

And as you realize it, so does Ayla.

Her eyes widen, and she gapes, and her reddish-brown hair falls flat again. She stutters nonsensically, trying to find words that won’t come.

“I didn’t… I wasn’t TRYING to…”

“I know,” you say, gritting your teeth and forcing yourself to your feet. “Carazzi… The demonic ‘twin’ we split off from Zith-Zi… She was the same, at first. She had trouble controlling he emotions, and what she felt… Others felt nearby, and vice versa.”

“I’m not a monster,” Ayla mutters, hands clenched so tight her knuckles go white. “I’m not. I’m… I’m Izirina Henzler!”

“Nobody’s calling you a monster,” you assure her, though you can’t quite bring yourself to approach.

“They are!” she shouts. “They both think I’m ‘dangerous’! And you… You do, too! You don’t LOVE me, you just feel… Guilty! Obligated to ‘fix’ me!”

“Ayla—”

“IZ! IR! IN! A!”

>>6056734
You fall silent, and so does she, breathing heavily and quaking. You see blood dipping out from between her fingers, and filling the space around her nails. The blood is dark, and thick—like ink, or hot wax.

“Izirina, I… I do love you,” you say sadly. “I know none of this is fair. If things were different… If things had BEEN different…”

“No!”

It isn’t a command, or a screech of rage, but a sob. The Shadow-Izirina buries her face in her bloody palms and rocks forwards, shoulders shaking.

“Don’t say anymore. I don’t want your PITY. I want YOU! I want ME! I want my LIFE BACK!”

What are you even supposed to say to THAT? You have no earthly idea and, when no answer comes, the Shadow-Izirina looks up at you, face smeared with deep crimson and wet with tears.

“You’ll see,” she says. “You’ll regret this… All of you will regret this, but you most of all.”

(A threat?)

“A promise,” Ayla answers your unspoken thoughts. “<Dimension Door!>”

“Wait!” you shout, but it’s too late. The portal appears, and an instant later, Ayla disappears, to… Well, only the Gods might know where.

You collect yourself, and your emotions, and you return to Old Maple Hill. You make one more apology, and it goes much more smoothly this time—than your last attempt to apologize to a loved one, or than your last conversation with them. Without Ayla’s presence, everything seems less urgent, less intense. You allow yourself to cry, and both the women with whom you share your tent, and your life, cry with you.

Together you sleep for a time, exhausted by these events and gratified by your lovers’ understanding. You awaken only once, and for a moment you think you see Ayala’s eyes, watching from the dark… But it is just Muffins snake-headed tail. You return to sleep, and it is blissfully dreamless.

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The next few months are dedicated to setting matters in order.

You begin by settling the matter of your foes. Your Unseelie captives submit themselves to be detained within the chest, albeit only under duress. The Holy order of Hawksong was not so equipped, even with their Paladin magic, to detain fallen family of the Bonum Chaoticum.

"But... You will release us, cousin?"

"In time," you agree.

"To our NEW jailers," another Unseelie Fey grumbles. "Elven jailers."

"Would you prefer your Queen's fate?" you ask icily, and that settles that.

When this is done, you return to organizing production of usable and saleable goods on the Hill, where Costella takes the lion’s share of the work, but you and Izirina offer moral and magical-logistical support. There is also the matter of the moonberry bushes--the planting and attunement of those which you plant, producing several more viable sprouts and saplings to which you and your fellowship tend daily.

At night, you and Izirina attempt to divine her other half's location... But without avail.

In matters of your new Demiplane, though, it is Izirina who proves most adept—despite YOU being the one know knows the spell, and is attuned to the miniature pocket-plane, and can thus manipulate it.

“You have the power, and the ‘feeling’ for it,” Izirina explains, without boasting, “but Banelight was like a lot of magical creatures… She relied on her intrinsic instinct for the arcane, or ‘Feycraft’, rather than studying the theory. Taking shortcuts like that leads to sloppy work and broad strokes. Look—she literally just took a chunk of our world and suspended it!”

“How do the tunnels work?” you ask.

“I’m pretty sure they’re just brute forced,” Izzy frowns, nose wrinkling. “Just upcasted equivalent to <Dimension Door>, permanency with… Wel, probably human sacrifice.”

“Human—?!”

“Or demihuman,” Izirina amends.

“Not really the concern right now,” you sigh, surveying your domain, with its dark origins and bloody past.

“It’s your choice what it becomes now,” Izirina points out quietly, breaking your contemplative silence.

“What, can you read my thoughts, too?” you ask with a smile smirk.

“N-no!” Izzy protests, paling.

“…I was kidding, Izzy.”

“…Right.”

>>6056738
Still, Izirina proves invaluable in transforming the space in more specific ways than simply invigorating it, or moving matter around. Together, with your power and her expertise, you really ARE able to make it into something special:

>A true ‘wizard’s keep’ like in days of old: a bastion of magical learning and arcane study, where you can test new spells and practice those you know
>A quiet place for contemplation, relaxation, and rest—somewhere welcoming, and gentle, like a vacation-in-a-bottle
>A citadel, a fortress, a base-of-operations for staging emergency action when and if it’s needed—to hunker down away from enemies, or launch surprise attacks
>An expansion of the Hill—a garden, a farm, and a place of worship, into which you invite the Fairy Court of Old Maple Hill
>Write-in

>>6056739
>A true ‘wizard’s keep’ like in days of old: a bastion of magical learning and arcane study, where you can test new spells and practice those you know
the citadel is tempting, but tbf I don't wanna the military focus

>>6056739
>An expansion of the Hill—a garden, a farm, and a place of worship, into which you invite the Fairy Court of Old Maple Hill

>>6056739
>A true ‘wizard’s keep’ like in days of old: a bastion of magical learning and arcane study, where you can test new spells and practice those you know
The place for relaxation is the hill. We don’t need another one. The keep could also double as a base of operations for special operations as well.

Holy domain expansion

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>>6056739
>An expansion of the Hill—a garden, a farm, and a place of worship, into which you invite the Fairy Court of Old Maple Hill

>>6056739
>A true ‘wizard’s keep’ like in days of old: a bastion of magical learning and arcane study, where you can test new spells and practice those you know
This may be a weird sell to you guys, and im sure some weird chain of events and character shift things would have to come about, but what say we enservitude a few minions from the other planes at a later date and explore the concept of a fey lich? your guys thoughts?

>>6056775
That just sounds like slavery with extra steps

>>6056775
Wtf being a fey lich who goes around enslaving people is half the reason we killed banelight. Why the hell would we follow in her footsteps?

>>6056788
We dont have to make slaves, maybe just find others with inate magical talents from the new age approaching and offer them a place to stay and do their magic in, a wizard tower for those who arent man or elf, plus servitude could also be constructs that stay alive using the near infinite power of the Mious Henzler star
>>6056810
I did say there would have to probably have to be a weird chain of events to lead us down that path, and no one said we had to be evil either, Henzler is arguably a lich, mind you arguably not good either but I digress, Im just asking yall to explore the idea with me here

>>6056823
Well the idea sounds a little too much like slavery so no. We could hire someone willing but forcing someone, no.

A lot of them are good. Really good.

I'm heavily tempted by the citadel.
>A true ‘wizard’s keep’ like in days of old: a bastion of magical learning and arcane study, where you can test new spells and practice those you know