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In a shady grove underneath a tall pine lay a single ring. The ring itself had been there for days, and though it was not far off from Erde Nona’s capital of Arcadia, it had managed to go unmolested. …which was good, given its purpose, and what would have occurred had it been in the possession of an unsuspecting thief or in the confines of a back-alley pawnshop when it was activated.
It began to glow, and levitate. It rose up until it was three feet in the air, and then an intense light burst from the ring. The vague outline of a humanoid manifested in that light: it started forming horns, then a lean torso, and even the shape of a long skirt and padded leather overlaying a plain white blouse. A sudden flash startled away the curious birds and woodland critters drawn towards the faint light, and then…
Jester appeared. She descended, planted her boot-adorned feet firmly in the ground, and then blinked. The finger wearing the ring rose up until it was nose level with her face, and the Tiefling stared at it with two vibrant pink eyes.
The ring cracked down the center on either side of her ring finger, then fell apart. As it fell it dissolved into ashes which sprinkled the forest floor gently.
“...oh. Right. I forgot I had this thing,” murmured Jester, flexing the previously ring adorned hand. “I probably did not need to be so dramatic with that Doctor, then. …probably. …maybe.”
Instinctually one of her hands went up to her left eye, once punctured, but it was now whole. Her chin dipped and she clapped eyes on her boot, also once punctured, but whole as well. No more pain shot through it when she tested her weight on it. She rolled her shoulders, and found that her chest no longer pained her either where it had once worn battle-scars born from a bestial man slashing the shit out of her with a strange plasma sword. If not for the memories swirling around in her mind, painfully real, she might’ve thought the entire thing a dream.
The Cleric thought of Slurt, of Christine, of the weird guy, and of Doctor McNinja. She thought of weird shape-shifting teens taking on the shape of friends, and of orbs with stars in their interior. She thought too of dizzying exhaustion, of the sensation of parts of her brain being lost to her, and of super group. That nightmare, that dream…it was still going on, somewhere, for some folks. Most of them probably didn’t have a ring that would bring them back. Would a present from a spectral friend gifted to a small goblin bring salvation to a child she’d sworn to protect? Would a ninja doctor keep that child alive, and aid a bald guy obsessed with obtaining her magical gun in protecting him?
…a magical gun.
“A magical gun,” stated Jester aloud, grinning. “Traveler, I’m glad you were with me, even if I couldn’t-”
Riiiiiiiiiii…
Jester felt a brief ringing in her ears, panicked, then shook her head vigorously from side to side.
It went away, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“I couldn’t hear you, but I can hear you now…can’t I?” asked the Tiefling coyly, looking around.
A man in a cloak stepped out of the shadows. Only his handsome chin was visible from the dark of his hood, but it was him. Oh, of course it was him!
“...I’m always with you, Jester. Even in your worst moments, you knew that,” the Traveler said, and she could see from his jawline that he was smiling.
She smiled too.
“Of course I knew it,” the Tiefling said, grinning. “You would never leave me.”
“I will never leave you,” agreed the Traveler.
She blinked, and then he was gone. Only her sprawling girl-crush grin remained.
Jester began to hum, and skipped towards town. There was an absent feeling at her hip that she’d grown accustomed to, and she realized that she’d feel a lot more comfortable with a magical blaster at her hip with a bandolier that contained replenishing bullets bearing randomized elemental magic effects. Was that too much to ask? Somewhere in the capital of Arcadia there had to be a crafter who could make that happen. …probably. Maybe.
And maybe she’d be able to keep tabs on the competition. If Slurt didn’t win, or teleport out of there with whatever gift he’d received…well…something would have to be done, right?
It began to glow, and levitate. It rose up until it was three feet in the air, and then an intense light burst from the ring. The vague outline of a humanoid manifested in that light: it started forming horns, then a lean torso, and even the shape of a long skirt and padded leather overlaying a plain white blouse. A sudden flash startled away the curious birds and woodland critters drawn towards the faint light, and then…
Jester appeared. She descended, planted her boot-adorned feet firmly in the ground, and then blinked. The finger wearing the ring rose up until it was nose level with her face, and the Tiefling stared at it with two vibrant pink eyes.
The ring cracked down the center on either side of her ring finger, then fell apart. As it fell it dissolved into ashes which sprinkled the forest floor gently.
“...oh. Right. I forgot I had this thing,” murmured Jester, flexing the previously ring adorned hand. “I probably did not need to be so dramatic with that Doctor, then. …probably. …maybe.”
Instinctually one of her hands went up to her left eye, once punctured, but it was now whole. Her chin dipped and she clapped eyes on her boot, also once punctured, but whole as well. No more pain shot through it when she tested her weight on it. She rolled her shoulders, and found that her chest no longer pained her either where it had once worn battle-scars born from a bestial man slashing the shit out of her with a strange plasma sword. If not for the memories swirling around in her mind, painfully real, she might’ve thought the entire thing a dream.
The Cleric thought of Slurt, of Christine, of the weird guy, and of Doctor McNinja. She thought of weird shape-shifting teens taking on the shape of friends, and of orbs with stars in their interior. She thought too of dizzying exhaustion, of the sensation of parts of her brain being lost to her, and of super group. That nightmare, that dream…it was still going on, somewhere, for some folks. Most of them probably didn’t have a ring that would bring them back. Would a present from a spectral friend gifted to a small goblin bring salvation to a child she’d sworn to protect? Would a ninja doctor keep that child alive, and aid a bald guy obsessed with obtaining her magical gun in protecting him?
…a magical gun.
“A magical gun,” stated Jester aloud, grinning. “Traveler, I’m glad you were with me, even if I couldn’t-”
Riiiiiiiiiii…
Jester felt a brief ringing in her ears, panicked, then shook her head vigorously from side to side.
It went away, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“I couldn’t hear you, but I can hear you now…can’t I?” asked the Tiefling coyly, looking around.
A man in a cloak stepped out of the shadows. Only his handsome chin was visible from the dark of his hood, but it was him. Oh, of course it was him!
“...I’m always with you, Jester. Even in your worst moments, you knew that,” the Traveler said, and she could see from his jawline that he was smiling.
She smiled too.
“Of course I knew it,” the Tiefling said, grinning. “You would never leave me.”
“I will never leave you,” agreed the Traveler.
She blinked, and then he was gone. Only her sprawling girl-crush grin remained.
Jester began to hum, and skipped towards town. There was an absent feeling at her hip that she’d grown accustomed to, and she realized that she’d feel a lot more comfortable with a magical blaster at her hip with a bandolier that contained replenishing bullets bearing randomized elemental magic effects. Was that too much to ask? Somewhere in the capital of Arcadia there had to be a crafter who could make that happen. …probably. Maybe.
And maybe she’d be able to keep tabs on the competition. If Slurt didn’t win, or teleport out of there with whatever gift he’d received…well…something would have to be done, right?