Last time you went to meet the local organized crime, found an eighteen year old kid and an old nutjob instead. Gwynn terrified the old man until he cried uncle, and the kid just didn't know what was going on. You went shopping with the Faerie Lady, and she picked you out some very nearly not crazy clothes. You did meet the actual boss of the local outfit, arranged for a heist, and took Timmy along with you. You decided to steal an ancient figurine, sealed your first faerie contract, had some late dinner with your crew, and as a side-note, pulled off a flawless heist. You got paid and ran back off to your safe-house, as the Crimson King very nearly found you. Panting and pained in the Neon Elvii is where the last installment of the quest concluded.
Housekeeping:
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Faerie Pacts and Spells: pastebin.com
Character Sheet: pastebin.com
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How's y'all's doing? This is the bonus thread to make up for the fact that I won't be able to run next Sunday.
Now, let us get back to the story.
You slam the doors of the Neon Elvii behind you, and as it is the very middle of the night, the party is in full swing. The headache caused by the infections insanity of the Crimson King is soon replaced by an oncoming headache caused by a room lit in colorful neon and nothing else.
Gwynn is next to you, standing tall and looking regal as ever, but you are far from certain that she did flinch for a moment back there. As the fear subsides, you remember the suitcase you're carrying and that it has forty thousand dollars in it. The case is fancy too, you estimate that it would cost three or four grand in itself. If nothing else, your money troubles are gone.