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Twice upon time the forces of evil con= verged on the tiny hamlet of Gurp-on-Tunib. This particular conflagrat= ion of civilization consisted of one tavern, a statue so old and worn nobod= y could recall whom it honored, a one bedroom hovel belonging to the mayor,= the root shack, and five pig farms in the surrounding boggy plains. O= ne could say that its relative strategic and economic importance to the rea= lm at large was somewhere above nonexistent but below measly.

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The first instance of evil descending = on the poor folk here was three generations before the time of Ullum the Gr= ay, in the first shade of Winter. The mercenary forces of Ptoobo were = marching from West to East, intent on sacking the port city of Yim. Th= e Right and Proper Horde, as they called themselves at the time, were trave= ling from Northeast to Southwest, having it in their heads to search out Pi= xish treasures in the forests to the South of the lands of man. Gurp-o= n-Tunib was inconsequential to all of this, but the two groups happened to = meet there.

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The groups bristled. Taunts were = made. The leaders met under a flag of truce. Meanwhile, a certain= number of pigs went missing, with locals too afraid to make any accusation= s of theft. In the end, the two rampaging armies joined forces and pro= ceeded East, which is why the port city of Yim is no longer on the map.&nbs= p;Of course, no blame for this was ever ascribed to Gurp-on-Tunib.=20

One generation after the fall of Ullum= the Gray a torrential rain besieged the entire region. Nothing much h= appened. One pig drowned. One village drowned as well, but the pi= g was more sorely mourned on account of the villager having been a complete= twit.

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Two generations after the fall of Ullu= m the Gray, in a gentle misting of Spring rain, evil converted once again u= pon the hamlet, though this time in markedly smaller numbers. Two.&nbs= p;The number of evil was two.  

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Ducking out of the light rain a bulky,= cloaked figure entered the tavern. He paused, seemed to take in the s= mall room consisting of the bar, two small round tables, and one booth unde= r the far window. He opted for the booth and trudged across the dirt f= loor with heavy tread. All the while he muttered under his breath righ= t up until he plopped himself down to quiet, patient contemplation.<= /p>=20

The barkeep stayed back, waiting for s= ome sign that his patron wanted service. This was only his side job, s= o he didn't feel the need to push the issue. Primarily he was a pig fa= rmer, although he considered himself more of a pig baron, having a partial = ownership in several nearby pig farms. 

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In due course, a lanky fellow came jan= gling in, plates of armor scraping and clanging off each other as he went d= irectly to the booth. The larger man signaled the barkeep who in turn = brought two wooden cups and a pitcher of mead. After a slight pause du= ring which the two men said nothing, the barkeep retreated to behind the ba= r, making a point of keeping himself busy and looking as much as possible a= s though he were not paying attention. Even though he was.

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The larger man poured generously into = the two cups, ?Tis not often that I get an invitation from no less than a p= rince for a sit down. Most hoighty-toighty types ain't got the stomach= fer the likes of a half-orc mercenary.?

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The taller man scoffed and took his cu= p, ?First of all, you know my title is self-bestowed, self-claimed through = more violence and treachery than such types could manage. Secondly, by= reputation you're more assassin than mercenary.? He took a large draw= from the cup, ?Finally, the way I hear it, you're more like three-quarters= orc. The other fourth is in question.?

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?That it is, friend,? he chuckled back= , ?That is, if I may call you friend? Or shall we follow courtesies of= the court, your royal highness, Prince Chargham of Lowland East??=20

?Matters little to me, but Chargham wi= ll do.?

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?Eh, but not your other monker, The Ch= arred?? The brutish fellow leaned forward, exposing a broad smile of u= neven, bulky teeth.

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His companion leaned forward into the = dim light of the table's candle, showing the rippling scars that encompasse= d his neck, chin, and left cheek, ?Never one for manners, were you, Mr Bib?= ?

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Another chuckle, ?Nope, can't say that= I am. They don't do me much good. Very few pleases and thank you= 's when cutting a man's throat.?

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Leaning back again, the dark prince tu= rned thoughtful, considering the brute, ?I do hope you can do more than sli= t a man's throat, or I've wasted my time.?

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?I can bash in a skull.?

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The prince nodded.

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?I can crush a man's ribcage.?<= /p>=20

The prince nodded.

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?I've slipped a bit o' poison, when th= e situation demanded.?

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The prince sipped his mead and nodded = again, looking not at all impressed.

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?I can run a man through like he was m= ade o' butter.?

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A sigh.

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?I can decapitate a man in one swing, = unless he be really tall. Then it's a funny angle, usually takes two s= wipes.?

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Nothing.

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?If I must, now I ain't sayin' it's a = keen interest of my own, but I can open a man up, leave him alive fer a bit= , torture-like, ya see.?

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Fingers interlaced, the prince leaned = forward, ?Mr Bib, you do boast so, but I need the other thing. The dar= ker thing.?

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?That'll cost you more than you's like= to give up.?

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The two men stared at one another.&nbs= p;Mr Bib drained his cup and poured another. The prince did the same.&= nbsp;Mr Bib motioned for the barkeep to bring more, which he did, both men = sitting in silence as the empty pitcher was replaced with a full one.

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?Can you really do it, kill a man and = burn his soul in the process, reduce him and his eternal essence to nothing= ??

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?Tis not a common service, and it?exac= ts a toll, shall we say. But aye, as advertised, I'm one of the few to= have mastered the kill of kills.?

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The prince refilled his own cup, and M= r Bib could have sworn there was the slightest tremor in that hand. Th= e man was getting on in years, but still, this was the hand that had slain = kings and queens, and brought mighty generals and knights to their knees.&n= bsp;Such a hand would not tremble.

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?Does such a kill require any preparat= ion? Any great time before the deed is done??

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Mr Bib shook his head, ?Nay. Tis = simple enough and more a matter of the rest afterward.?

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?Name your price.?

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?You won't pay it.?

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?Name it.?

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After another drink, Mr Bib said carefully, ?I hear tell what yo= u have a bit of a bauble, a trinket. The Star of the Priestess, some c= all it. And I hear tell you wears it all the day long, all the night, = on account of it being a special protection charm. A powerful one.&nbs= p;Might even be how you so uncannily done risen to your esteemed title, suc= h as it is.?

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The prince nodded, ?So that is your price? You seek the sta= r, as so many others have??

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More chuckling, ?Aye, if I'm to deal with the dark prince, may i= t be a big deal, eh??

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With very little pause, the prince said simply, ?Done.?

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Mr Bib spluttered and choked on his drink. He slammed his m= assive fist on the table several times while he cleared his throat, soundin= g more like a water buffalo than a skilled killer. He waved off the ba= rtender's approach and considered the prince carefully while regaining his = breath. There was no hint of humor or doubt in the long face.

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So, the brute was left only to ask, ?Who??

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?Me.?

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Fortunately, Mr Bib had not taken another swig, or he would have= had to repeat the whole noisy process again. As it was he could only = sit dumbly and stare across the table the half-light. Across the small= room, the barkeep was trying hard to contain his own reaction, lest his ea= vesdropping be all the more obvious.

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?When??

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?As soon as the deal is struck. On this I must insist, once= the deal is made, you must do it immediately. Understood.?=

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Mr Bib nodded, thought a moment, then ventured, ?Why??

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The prince sighed, ?I believe it best you don't know. Secon= d thoughts??

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?I never back out of a deal,? came the huffy reply, ?You hand ov= er the star, I'll do you right on the spot.?

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?Right, let's get this over with,? the= prince rose to his feet, the shock of black hair on his head brushing the = low rafters. From within the neck of his shirt he tugged a necklace, p= ulling free a circular pendant that filled the palm of his hand, a red gem = glistening in the firelight.

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Mr Bib stood, looking wary and solemn,= ?Alright then, hand it over, yer highness.?

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?No hesitation. Are we clear??

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?Crystal,? he replied with a shrug, th= ough he still looked about the room nervously, seeking out every shadow and= corner for some sign of treachery or trap.

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?Ready??

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?Cripes, yes. Great gobs, ya nutt= er.?

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The prince yanked on the amulet, causi= ng the chain to snap at the back of his neck. He thrust it forward int= o the waiting hand of Mr. Bib, saying with no small intensity, ?Now, man.&n= bsp;Do it now!?

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The center of the room erupted in omin= ous red and yellow light, a circle of flame inscribing itself in the floor.=  From within the circle rose a cackling orange-skinned beast in the sh= ape of a man, though it sported curling horns about its head and threadbare= wings that hung folded at its back. A yellow smile that seemed wider = than the face upon which it stretched greeted the patrons and the barkeep.<= /span>

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A silky voice emanated from the creature, though its mouth did n= ot move, ?Chargham, you crafty fool. All this time, but now here you a= re, exposed, your soul over-ripe for the taking.?

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Mr Bib stood slack jawed, the amulet warm in his hand. The = barkeep passed out and fell over behind the bar. 

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?Now! Do it now!? The prince showed a flash of fear on= his face, a face that had been impassive before so many duels, battles, an= d even a trial.

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Saying nothing, Mr Bib pulled a dagger from some unseen sheath, = holding it level towards the beast. The candlelight flickered about it= s serpentine blade and angular facets. The creature took a step toward= s them, long arms sweeping such that its claws scraped the floor.

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?Not against it, you fool. Me.&nb= sp;Kill me now!?

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Mr Bib shrugged, spared one last worri= ed look for the creature, and plunged the dagger into the prince's gut.&nbs= p;Though his large hands looked clumsy, they were in fact quite skilled, an= d threaded the blade through the plates of armor to meet flesh. As he = felt it sink deep, Mr Bib spared a glance for the creature now raising its = arms high, glowing yellow eyes trained maliciously on the prince. Unde= r his breath, he said the words required, willed his essence to complete th= e spell, and white light erupted from the stab wound.

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The creature paused. Mr Bib tumbl= ed back in the midst of a tiny maelstrom of unearthly wind and light. = The prince, a triumphant smile on his marred visage, caught fire with a blu= e flame that clung closely about his body for a fraction of a second before= consuming him to white ash that fluttered down like so much snow.=20

As Mr Bib scrambled to his feet again,= amulet in one hand, dagger in the other, the creature stood with drooped a= rms, smile faded, ?That was terribly, terribly rude. He sold me his so= ul eons ago, been hiding it from me ever since.?

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?S-sorry,? Mr Bib ventured.

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The creature shrugged and slumped back= towards the bar, asking calmly as it leaned over it, ?You, uh, mind if I t= ake this one??

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?No business of mine,? Mr Bib answered= , still gripping the amulet and blade tightly.

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The creature's long arm swooped over t= he bar and dragged the barkeep up. It slung the unconscious body over = its shoulder and stepped to the circle, taking a careful look around the ro= om. The smile came back to its full strength while the glowing eyes ga= zed upon Mr Bib.

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?You needn't worry,? it teased, ?Keep = that fancy-fancy about you, and you've nothing to fear from me or mine.?

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?And that fellow then?? He pointe= d at the barkeep with his dagger.

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The creature gave a nod towards the man, ?This one? Sold hi= s soul for?what was it? Pig farms, I think. Collection is a bit e= arly, but I hate to come up for nothing.?

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?Pig farms??

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The creature shrugged, ?You'd be surprised how small some people= dream. What, pray tell, do you dream of??

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?I'm quite content.?

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?Suit yourself, but if you change your= self just call for Azmuel.?

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The circle of flame in the floor ignit= ed once again. With a whoosh, the creature and the barkeep slid down i= nto shadow, gone without further trace. Mr Bib collapsed to the floor,= seating his ample posterior in the dirt. His one loosened its grip on= the dagger, letting it tile and rest on his leg. The other hand, goin= g white at the knuckles, kept firm hold of the Star of the Priestess.

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Note: This is an older piece, but I di= dn't have the energy to spin a new one this week. Feedback is appreciated, = and please pardon this one for not being as up to par. It very loosely fits= the prompt.

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[Please listen to Opening, b= y Craig Armstrong while reading]

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It had just been this quiet, low melod= y following her. Through the market, through the alleys, along the canal, e= verywhere. It drove her mad, and just like anything else, she wouldn't stop= until she found the source, traipsing all around the foreign town, listeni= ng. She felt like she had been walking for hours and hours, past iron-wroug= ht gates and through ivy-covered archways, feet making no sound on the cobb= led, mossy street. 

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Surely a place like this had magic set= into each and every stone she stepped on, but that melody was maddening, d= rawing her closer and closer to? something. She just hoped it wasn't an evil magic, though she knew it was an= ancient one. People just seemed to glance knowingly at her, and she vaguel= y wondered if they'd followed the melody too. Part of her wanted to ask, bu= t the other parts wanted this to herself- a harmless adventure through the = prettiest place she'd been in a while. Whatever fate was meant to befall he= r, it was hers alone.

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And then it stopped. It stopped just o= utside a garden gate, the iron bars twisting themselves into a symbol she c= ouldn't place, roses and feathers intricately guarding a small garden. Befo= re she reached it, the gate swung open, creaking softly on rusted hinges, a= nd when she stepped slowly past it, it swung shut behind her, the latch cli= cking almost in a friendly way. When she looked up, the scene surrounding her was something pulled st= raight out of a fairy tale, ink and paper tossed about and settled into rea= lity. Her heart ached with an unknown nostalgia, her eyes struggling to tak= e it in. Drooping blue flowers perfumed the air with their scent, and she s= wore she'd smelled it before, something between lillies and cotton. The sun= was filtering gently through a tree, casting soft shadows and rays on the = cobblestone, a calm and filling silence floating on the breeze. 

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That was when she saw the statue. It was a tall, slender woman, = her draped dress cascading as if blown by a stolen breeze. The statue's hai= r was braided into elaborate coils and twists with a laurel wreath rested g= ently on her head, a hand gently outstretched to point to a nearby shed. Sh= e stopped, following the delicate curve of the statue's arm. A direction at= last. She found herself following the instructions, mesmerized and fee= ling as if she were in a trance, being strung along by some unseen magician= 's hand. 

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The door was unlocked. And as fate would have it, the melody cal= led to her again, pulling her down the winding staircase, beckoning for her= to follow the magic-filled nothingness deeper and deeper underground. The = winding staircase stopped at a set of dark wooden doors, each detailed = with minute carvings and gold accents. Here, the air felt sharper, charged = with magic, charged with? longing. Was it her own? Everything was laced wit= h the gold-green translucency of a cat's eye, there, but not quite, as if h= er brain was still debating for her to see it or not. She longed for it, sh= e needed it; she couldn't even name it. This felt right. This= felt like fate, like God, like? like love, if she dare say it. The golden = carvings set in the mahogany wood shivered, trembled, and began to tick. It= vaguely reminded her of a bomb. Or a piece of insanely intricate clockwork= With a soft creak and a bit of dust, the doors swung open, revealing?&nbs= p; nothing. Nothing but the blackness of the Abyss staring back at her, dro= wning her in ebony and steel until the light flooded the place. Light. Glorious, beautiful light. It = scattered the terribly comforting darkness and left her alone in the room f= ull of song and light. Suddenly everything was stone, the iron and wood cha= nging to sculpted marble. Carvings of vines and roses traced their way acro= ss the ceiling, but that wasn't what drew her- it was the music. It was light and dark at the same time, and it sent her head spinning, = the way it rose and fell, the parts laughing and crying together. The harmo= ny was soaked, dripping in the minor key, a twisted thorn just below th= e rose that was her maddening melody. It was floating, flying on a clear sk= y, caressing her cheek and grabbing her hand, pulling her deeper and deeper= into this magical place. 

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It felt like a dream, the harmony seem= ing feather-light, the melody pushing against it with its darker, glass-gre= en water, deep and nameless. The music was as thick and rich as velvet, vio= lins and piano conversing mournfully, a dark, almost dreary mood settling t= o every stone tile in what seemed to be an underground theatre. But then a = harp, soft and hopeful, edged its way in, followed by a flute, and just lik= e that, she was soaring, the troubles of the real world far and unimportant= She just wanted to drown in this, to bottle the sound and drink the glass= dry. More than anything, she wanted to stay. To stay in this exquisite pla= ce, with its dark oak doors and gold handles, with its iron gate and elegant statue. Most of all, she= wanted to let her heart free, away from everything she'd known, casting it= into this deep well of pure magic. But then the melody stopped, not even a= n echo sounding back to her. And just as simply as if deciding what to wear= , she found herself believing in magic again. How could she not? This was s= omething made of the heart and hands, something born from more than the sta= ndard normality of life. Standing under the carved, arched ceiling, she mad= e a promise. She would keep this splendor, this sliver of heaven, safe. But= for now? Nobody had to know except her. 

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