>>6211819>>6211856>>6211888>>6211922<span class="mu-g">You</span> are in over your head. You’re smart enough to know THAT much. But you know who knows even more than you, and can probably outsmart AND out-magic some rogue fairy demigod? The Dark God of Motherfucking KNOWLEDGE, that’s who!
You reach down and prise the cube-of-holding from your belt, where it affixed itself by some mysterious magnetism which the boglins could probably explain… If you cared, which you mostly don’t, and definitely don’t have time to dwell on right now. You slip int something like cover, knowing it won’t protect you from the searching eye of the Ettercap forever… But maybe, with your concealment, long enough?
You tap the box and focus upon it, carefully enunciating the word to light up and activated the rune which serves as a latch. The box unfurls and unfolds, evicting a bit more of that preservative fluid Dura dumped in for the benefit of the boglin a few hours prior; you still haven’t figured out how to clean it out properly, but that’s another problem for later. Here, and now, you extract the capstone. It no longer glows, its magical architecture uninstalled from the structure it once provided power and rendered outwardly inert. To your magical senses, though, there is still something, dormant but potent. You close your eyes, take a breath, and recite the abyssal hymnal as you adopt the mindset which the hellhound, Maladoo, taught you to maintain when petitioning the ancient and evil Gods of Darkness. Nermal curls their tail around themself and ‘watches’, bearing witness without eyes.
<span class="mu-s">“The deed is done?”</span>
Within the blackness behind your eyelids appears and entity with eyeball enough to make up for your familiar’s lack, and then some.
(Granted, it’s only ONE eyeball, yeah, but The Nothic’s is a big-ass one, so you figure that makes up for it.)
“Y-yeah,” you say, holding up the prism you pilfered, in the physical and mental planes alike, that the great, red-rimmed orb of the darkling’s eye might inspect it. “Just like ya asked!”
There is a long pause.
“Uh,” you say awkwardly, “somethin’ wrong?”
<span class="mu-s">“This is not what we requested.”</span>
