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"None o' them ever showed up," (Patreon)

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2024-08-16 01:36:11
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Burnside grumbled. "Woulda been nice to have a Changeling or two, but nooo ... Anyways, what was I sayin? The few bits o' magick that Arse actually taught Rebecca turned out all forest related. That accounts fer these here woodsy get-ups we is a-wearin. Can't get the students to wear 'em cuz they don't think it's 'authentic' enough. Well who's the dadgum ELF, huh? Everbody's a dang expert all of a sudden! I'm gettin off topic again. Rebecca figgerd a few thangs out on her own, but she's still a novice. I offered to teach her ma best stabbin magicks, but she refused. Won't learn nothin that way! AN she kicks up a fuss when I try to teach the other members. Anyways, our main goal has been to build a coven o' Seelie witches (which I go along with outta niceness) that follows Fuma, an' get em ready to serve the Elf Lord when he finally arrives."

"That's you," Rebecca explained. "You've arrived at last."

"I useta have a big ol' time," Burnside continued, "guardin the coven an dealin with angry mobs whenever they'd come round lookin for trouble, but lately ma stabbin arm's been gettin rusty. Nobody round these parts cares to harass us about witchcraft much no more. What I hear, it's all considered 'scholarly folkloric study' nowadays."

"Mainstream posers," Rebecca muttered with a note of bitterness.

A moment later, we emerged into a clearing where I saw a number of young femmes performing various tasks. One was stirring a large cauldron, another was reading a book while waving a small twig in the air, and another was hopping from one foot to the other and twirling around. When they saw us approaching, with Rebecca leaning on my shoulder, they dropped what they were doing and rushed over.

"Oh my goth!" exclaimed the one who was actually dressed like a witch. "Mithtreth Coven Leader, are you all right?!"

"She's fine," I answered. "She just had a very nasty shock, and needs to lie down."

As the witches-in-training helped Rebecca to a bed, Burnside leaned close to me and whispered, "It's like I told ya. The typical ones that'd wanna run from society are outcasts and rejects what's just lookin to get petty revenge on ever'body who was mean to em in school."

The witch who had been twirling around came scampering up to me. "Are you he?" she breathed excitedly. "Are you the legendary white elf who will lead us all to greatness?"

"Uh... Maybe?" I stammered, taken aback by her outlandish costume and ridiculous-looking scepter coated with gold foil.

"Then I bid you welcome, brother," she declared, extending the star on the end of the stick toward me. "I am Fiona Mac Cumhal, last scion of the Tuatha. It's spelled 'coom-hall' but it's pronounced 'cool.' Isn't that Cumhal? Ha ha, just a bit of humor."

"This here specimen," Burnside muttered, "is Fiona McGillicuddy."

"The name given me by my adoptive mortal parents," Fiona sniffed haughtily. "Even now they seek me in vain, little knowing that I have escaped to this vale to rejoin my kind and claim my heritage."

"She ain't no Changeling," Burnside stated via Elfmind. "Can't do the simplest cantrip, an is completely deaf to Elfmind. Her folks know exactly whar she is, too. They think this is some sort o' camp school whar the gals learn the folkways o' ancient Eire. Pay us good money to keep 'er here, else I woulda sent her packin' a long time ago."

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Roo_CatUK

There's an elven clan called Mc Cumhall??? lol

Walter Reimer

Yeah. Adler's got his work cut out for him.

Roo_CatUK

If she does, she doesn't look like one

typeandkey

>Adler: Yo stand there in awkward silence as all the wannabe witches look at you expectantly. And you thought your last coven was bad...You've really got your work cut out for you on this one. If you can convince the lowfolk magic school to make you into their main benefactor, you are quietly hoping you can offload these girls onto them... >Uniform Witch: You introduce yourself as Harriet Gardener. You are so excited to have the great Lord Randal here at your coven. You have some bold new ideas on how to bring the study of magick into the modern age. All the mysticism associated with magick is a major detraction to the process of learning. Like every natural force, magick is something that can be measured and quantified through the scientific method. >Adler: You are unimpressed by her demeanor, but you keep things civil for Rebecca's sake. Wanting to change the fundamental ways magicks are learned is a very bold stance for a starting novice to have. Though you would like to point out that the mysterious and elusive nature of magick is a core component to how it works. If one were to try to measure and quatify it, it would simply wither and die. Such is the nature of anything that is mystical and legendary, like the land of Faerie itself. >Harriet Gardener: You feel very confident that it's your destiny to change the study of magick in this way. You have the power of destiny on your side. Ever since you were a child you've had a mysterious scar on your side where they removed your appendix. It's in the shape of the bird. >Adler: She scoffs at the idea of mysticism, but she believes in vague things like destiny just because she has a scar in the shape of a bird? >Harriet: No-no. Not a bird, "The Bird." It's a gesture when you hold up your hand and extend your middle- >Nervous Car Witch: You jump in before things turn vulgar. You introduce yourself as Basil, Witch Basil. Your parents are big pasta enthusiasts... You for one wholeheartedly embrace the ancient traditions of magick, however you are somewhat confused by the lack of the most basic traditions in the handful of magick texts Rebecca has gotten for the coven. There is a distinct lack of eye-of-newt, black candles, and salt pentagrams. Surely this is a mistake that Lord Randal can correct. >Fiona: You ask when you will all learn how to commune with your ancestral spirits. You can't wait until you can prove your noble elven heritage once and for all. >Burnside: Alright, girls, give the "Almighty White Elf" some breathing room. Have them go back to their tasks so you can talk some business with his highness. >Adler: You are thankful for the reprieve, but you are somewhat surprised by Burnside's action, normally she would love to watch someone squirm in an awkward exchange. This is out of character for her. What's on her mind? >Burnside: Yeah, you know. This coven is full of a bunch of losers and dorks. Normally you would love to watch them fumble around and make fools of themselves, but this coven means the world to Rebecca. It would absolutely destroy her if yet another coven fails, especially after the news Adler gave her earlier... Normally, you wouldn't give a damn about someone else's feelings, but... Rebecca is the only one who has stuck by you for this long, she is the only real friend you've had in your entire life... Rebecca thinks the world of Adler, the entire 200 years they were waiting for him Rebecca kept going on and on about how once Adler gets back everything will fall into place and be alright... Please, don't disappoint her... >Adler: You stare at Burnside in absolute shock. Never in your life did you ever think Burnside would care about someone other than herself, even after 200 years. "I'll try my best...", you mumble distantly.