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laughter in the dead chill winds

laughter in the wind

abbygailiwy screaming silently, even dead and abandoned

Abbygailiwy, fast as smoke, but hindered by the valley: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 2 = 24

"It has been so long since I tasted the honeyed nectar of blood!-"

Muffled by the barrier...the faintest whisper of... Abbygailiwy...hungers...please...

(a still corpse, miles below the surface, screams silently, sightlessly)

"You're absolutely right, Say-say," says your mouth. "And we certainly know who got the best!" The coy smile looks odd upon Samen's face.

couldn't resist. I will hardly ever chime in, post-transformation.

"I don't like that thing." Abby sounds small and annoyed from inside your staff.

Abby laughs again; this time the sound is haunting, like the wind racing down a long beach at night. "And the loyalty of elens is so legendary? It takes a small spell to charm you, and a big spell to control you like a puppet. How am I any different?"

"No, my meals and my Say-say will stay safe because we are the first ones to kill. That is the only way to stay safe. Good friends and kill first."

She swirls into Samen's staff. The magus, up until this point, has not been paying attention to the conversation. He looks at Gabriel. "Mmm? She say anything to upset you? Don't worry about it. She mostly just likes getting under elen's skin."

Abbygailiwy laughs, a tinkling like windchimes before a storm. "No wonder you are terrible if it is fake magic. My Say-say only spends his time on real magic that makes him powerful and crushes his enemies." She seems proud of this last statement, preening.

"As to your other questions, I care about feeding on delicious things, seeing beautiful evening dims, and sometimes the thrill of battle. Samen provides these things, and I kill bad things for him."

She waves a hand airily at you. "I don't know all those words for wizard things. Why do you care what a boring wizard would call me? I am powerful and beautiful, it is that simple."

Abby purses her lips and thinks about the question. "I certainly cannot hear him silly, there is no sound in your shadow." She eats from her spoon while also twirling it midair with small gusts of air, making the process into a game. "And I can only see him when he wants to be seen. He has too much hiding in him, and I don't care enough about seeing."

She eyes your magical attempts. "You are not doing a very good job with that darkly magic, mister thief." Though the words are blunt, there is no malice behind them. "And yes, I imagine we are both elementals. Say-say could likely bore you to death with our big long science-element names that would go in books and be read by other boring people."

She sighs dramatically. "I suppose being driven mad by illusory tastes should be avoided. Fine, little wizard, but at least burn some bacon for me later tonight."

****

"Say-say, could you use your prestiggy-magic to make this taste like all the elements at once? Like the Tears outside?" She holds her spoon in your face, trying to get your attention.

"Control is not so important. Power is what matters," Abby murmurs between slurps of ever-replenishing magical goop.

***

Say-say, Abby is watching your body, because your silly husk is limp and staring as you play with the stupid stars in your mind. How tedious. He had best appreciate this when he returns.

You see absolutely no recognition in her eyes. She giggles. "Ooh, tell me the story!"

"Are dragons good to eat, do you think, Say-say?" The lurid red explosions dance in Abby's large eyes.

Abby silently seethes with you, automatically on your side. No one appreciates us.

Abbygailiwy stretches her arms languorously as she spills out of Samen's staff. "Did I miss something?" She yawns casually , showing a glimpse of the boundless chasm behind her maw. "Say-say?"

Samen just shakes his head. With a slow breath in, then out, he releases hold of his fire spell. "Nothing, darling. Same pogona spit as always. Sure I'll be blamed for it somehow."

To the rest of the room, Samen says, "I'll just see myself out, thanks!" He leaves before anymore "help" comes to kill them again.

"Oh Say-say, it's perfect! A cool bit of nourishment for-" and her voice looms and crackles for a brief, terrifying second-
"the ravening, grinding, chewing, melting VOID that is my hunger!

Without missing a beat, she concludes, "You are such a sweet elen. I owe you a kiss." She swirls happily around in figure-eights of gentle arcane light, humming to herself as she enjoys her new possession.

**

Samen, Abbygailiwy stares at you from the gaping, glowing holes that are her eyes. The moment lingers, her inelen stillness always a trifle disconcerting. "Say-say, the Stars are so cold. So weak." She inches closer, gliding on tiptoes that barely scrape the ground.

"Those decrepit things know nothing of burning." Closer again. Stalking. Unblinking. "Of consuming and growing. They stay the same forever, then shrinking submissively into nothing."

Face to face. Her mask of skin is no longer well-kept. A certain lucid madness burns in her, all bound up by roiling self-hunger. "I am Plasma. Find me a small stream of magic to sustain my reaction, my sweet. Something small, but something that lasts."

***

After Dove leaves and the boring talk ebbs, Abby sticks her snout out of the staff. "Say-say, could we go to the magic shops? I need a snack."

Abby nods at Samen's wise words, completely ignoring the other conversations. She goes back to the staff, to enjoy her new beauty in silence once more.

Abbygailiwy pours out of your staff, rich, intoxicating smoke with a hint of incense and wind-scoured plains. She manifests before you, eyes aglow.

"Say-say, I feel so beautiful this morning."

Abby blows a childish raspberry between pursed lips. "Oh, poo. You are as wise as you are handsome, Say-say, so I suppose we will do things your slow, boring way." She yawns as you pursue the towering golem as it crushes another soldier beneath its merciless foot.

Samen, Abbygailiwy lands lightly next to you, observing the golem's path of destruction. She smiles, looking as satisfied as a cat with bloody whiskers. Her eyes are a bright, luminous yellow. "Say-say, should I drink the phoenix and the paladin while they are distracted?" She whispers in your ear, her breath hot as a living coal. "This atmosphere of chaos and power - we could become gods, my love. What do you say?"

dominated, flying and cackling, and it is difficult to see me in the dark night darling

"What an exquisite idea, Say-say!" Without a word or a plan, Abbygailiwy streaks off to the east.

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"Ridiculous! Who would be jealous of such a lengthy and boring event? Although the aspects of people giving me gifts would be advantageous. Hmm. I'll consider it, I suppose. But you have to give me many diamonds first, if I understand the customs correctly. But for now keep your mind on the upcoming battle, Say-say!" All this in one gusty gushing breath.

"Say-say. do not tell me you are performing some crude fire person marriage rite. I have seen these on the fingers of ifrit cows." Abby's glance flickers to Sophia--Ibinu's ifrit guard captain--for the barest instant, nearly undetectable.

"Can I pet the pretty bird?"

Inside the snug box of dead trees, Abbygailiwy orders dead animal sacrifices that taste like home. The tools of tearing and cutting are dead metal. She also interrupts the food servant girl to show she is the more important one. It is all so good.

transitioning to outside, unless there are any objections

Abby sniffs at the wind. "What should we eat before this Moon comes and tries to kill us?"

It is fifteenth candle. Approx 3 hours until dim.

"-wait, who would be long-term panning? Is that a new food?

"Obviously it is because I am too powerful. Why make it more complicated than that?"

Abbygailiwy looks annoyed. "What is wrong with Krud?"

Abby greets Krz with a great show of wide-eyed awe. "Oh, Kruz! The randomly-going-away that you did was very impressive! You were very separated from your allies with no explanation at all! I have never seen such a thing. Very good effort."

"He is right to be jealous darling. But I will be gracious, you will see," Abby purrs.

Abby returns from her task, flushed with exertion. She finally takes the proffered hot chocolate from Gabriel's flask, as well as a healthy dash of smoky rum from her own supply. The liquids course together, streams of brown and amber, wefted sweetly into Abbygailiwy's awaiting maw. She takes an impossibly long drink, with no pauses in between gulps.

"Ahhhhhh. That was thirsty work. Thank you, Gabriel Sneakshadow."

You just need to ask politely, preferably using the words powerful and beautiful

A simple spellcraft check would reveal that Abby has shown considerable talent at manipulating sounds and winds, darling

Abby furrows her brow, taking the question seriously. "It just becomes nasty smudge on the top of the water, yes? It does not mix?" She touches her hair and shoulders and face, making sure she has no water upon her, the motion vaguely catlike.

Abbygailiwy coalesces as Samen enters. "That old ugly el did a wonderful job with your staff, my love. It is roomier, in some way I cannot express."

She selects a table at random, and motions as if sitting on a chair, but simply floats in midair. "Order me something that fulminates, darling."

You think you hear Abby scoff at the word creature, but she seems subdued in this place of piping winds and artificial pressures.

Abby grabs the bottle of wine from the black-veined Gabriel person, giving a quick wink of thanks.

"Oh! That sounds lovely." And away she flits, not sparing Abnaki a second glance.

Abbygailiwy is staring at Abnaki with unblinking eyes. Her beautiful face plays host to alien expressions of violent ecstasy. "I have tasted the commanding magic of your headband, Abnaki." She holds up one finger. "I will consider the wondrous pig-meat to be a feast in my honor." A second pale finger joins the first. "But I still have yet-" she waggles her ring finger here- "to hear a poem composed in my name. You owe me that. And you have that tedious Song of the Piss Pond to do for that whining person."

She smiles ever so sweetly. "Are you sure you wish to withhold this treat from me, and be further indebted? Trust me when I say I always take everything I am owed." Her close breath smells like smoke-poisoned corpses.

Abbygailiwy inhales the smoke of the bacon, cooing, "Oh, this animal must be for feasts of gods! How clever that elens stole it!" If she is listening to the conversation, she gives absolutely no sign.

Abby watches Gabriel like a hawk, then nods. She stands comically still and patient, saying nothing. Waiting.

"Samen my love, look at how well I guarded this knife person and this Moon person. I did not eat any part of them yet. See how good I am?"