Look who I managed to snag! I didn’t think he’d still be alive inside that bright white plane of doom but apparently he’s more resilient than I give his twiggy little race credit. Since I’m on a ship with a military nut and an emo swordsman, I figured adding Justice Boy into the mix would make things more entertaining to me. Thing needed a sacrifice and all I have to offer at the time was the red-head’s flowers. Apparently he conjured more than the ones I originally toasted, so I figured the planar demons would love my inside joke of two thousand chrysanthemums of various colors to bring back the flouncy elf.
The portal spell took a minute to conjure up, there were a few side effects bringing him to the ocean side. I think this has been the 945,234,034 time he’s sneezed in the past hour. It’s simply a marvelous chain explosion of sneezing; I won’t even bother mentioning the feathers that are poking out from the backside of his pants…yet. Even though I am a warlock of immense propensity for the morbid acts of slaughter, I am not one to shirk the smaller joys in life that are grouped into the definitive word of “Schadenfreude”.
By the way, our cook says that he’s making Yakitori for dinner tonight.