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with possible scenarios. Yes, Owter had said that Rebecca didn't take to his Unseelie teachings, but how long had Burnside been around, corrupting her? What if Rebecca had been transformed into a murderous psychopath just like Burnside? What if everyone in Rebecca's coven was a bloodthirsty slasher who killed people to offer blood sacrifices to their dark gods? What if Rebecca and Burnside had entered into an unholy matrimony consecrated by the eldritch beasts that roamed the dark places between worlds? What if they had an army of wraith-rabbits at their command? What if I walked in on Burnside and Rebecca having freaky, unnatural venery to please some evil god of bloodshed and carnal lust? What if they decided to kill me and have venery on my corpse? By Fuma! Coming here was a mistake! I should turn around and leave immediately!!!

"Um..." one of the Ixies responded. Had I been thinking out loud again? "Maybe Your Highness is being just a bit too paranoid? The intel we gathered on Wild Rebecca's coven doesn't support any of those assumptions."

Suddenly, with a savage cry of "Adler Honey!" Burnside leaped from the bushes, claws out and fangs bared! She latched onto me with a vice-like grip and pressed her face against my neck! I was right! By Fuma, I was right! My life was forfeit now! Any second her fangs would pierce my jugular, and it would all be over!

Then Wild Rebecca herself emerged from the bushes. "My Lord, you're finally free!" she exclaimed, brandishing her bow. Then, with an ear-splitting war squeal, she too lunged at me.

Now I understood the horrible fate they had in mind for me! Burnside wasn't going to end me quickly with a bite to the neck! No, the two of them together were going to squeeze the life out of me in a terrible ritual straight out of the Netherhells!! Then they would skin me, feast upon my flesh, and make an altar out of my bones! To harness the power of a scion of Irenaeus, my soul would be placed in a spectral prison where I would suffer for all eternity!

I could feel my life and soul being slowly drained away. With my last breath I tried to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but only managed a feeble gurgle. My life flashed before my eyes. I never should have come here! I should have gone to Persoc Tor to deal with Edessa instead! For my story to end now, like this, it just wasn't fair!

"SOMEBODY HELP!!!" I managed to gasp. They sure were taking a long time to kill me. Obviously they enjoyed toying with their victims! This proved that Rebecca had become irredeemably Unseelie!

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Rick2tails

Adler is a very special kind of stupid isnt he?

Rick2tails

also not like 100% jealous or anything XD

Major Matt Mason

Someone rename Adler "Wollensak". He's one Netherhells of a projector...

Eric Costello

More projection than a multiplex!

tegerio

It's called "a healthy amount of paranoia" for a King of Faerie.

typeandkey

His face in the last picture is perfect! I can't stop laughing!

Stevie Maxwell

I guess that's why the saying goes "heavy is the head that wears the crown"

Rick2tails

we can at least agree he is indeed...special

Walter Reimer

Better projector than Bausch & Lomb.

Mondegreen

That ought to be “paranoid is the head…”

Walter Reimer

The wraith-rabbits watch Adler's reactions and expression, and three of them hold up placards reading, in arcane runes, "7.5, 8.0, 1.5."

tegerio

Not "Woolensak" .. that's the name of certain ram Lana was ogling in the latest issue of _Beefcake Monthly_

typeandkey

>Adler: You weakly reach out to your ixies and give them a beseeching look, the kind of look a dying man gives an angel. Why aren't they helping you?? It doesn't matter, it's too late for you... You're too far gone for your ixies to save you even if they tried... All your strength is gone. With a final shudder, you go limp and close your eyes for the last time. You can only hope that you lived your life well enough to be sent into Fuma's embrace. >Ixies: "Um, sire... They're just hugging you." >Adler: Your eyes snap open. . . . "Oh." >Adler: You look at both Burnside and Rebecca's faces. The sheer joy on their faces is obvious... You suddenly feel very foolish. You decide to try and play it off and act cool. "Um... Yeah... Hello Rebecca... And Burnside... It's nice to see you too." >Adler: Eventually Rebecca lets you go and helps you stand up. Burnside, however, is still clutching to you as if her life depends on it. "Burnside, you can let go now..." >Burnside: You don't want to. If you let go you might loose him again. >Adler: She's just doing it for attention, if you ignore her she'll give up on her own. You decide to catch up with Rebecca with Burnside clutching to your chest like a koala. >Rebecca: You knew Adler would find a way to escape! You just knew it! You never gave up hope for an instant! You've been doing well since Burnside rescued you from Ash's "lessons". It was more like propaganda... He hardly taught you anything magic. He tried holding over your head to get you to cave in to unseelieness, but you help fast! You never forgot what Adler taught you, and you never forgot your vision of Fuma and Reynard. Speaking of Seelieness, you can't wait to hear how Adler escaped! You tried once going back to your old Rabbit village to preach the ways of Fuma, but no one was willing to listen... You were surprised no one tried forming a mob and chasing you out, you assume that was Adler's doing. Adler is much better at being Seelie than you, 200 hundred years and you're still learning! You ask Adler to tell you how he managed to parlay with your old village and convince them to let him go and spare no details. Did he manage to get them to accept the light of Fuma too? >Adler: A deep pit forms in your stomach... Oh dear... "Um... Rebecca, I have some bad news..."