The Plan

“Mortimer the Black, get off of me right now!” Lucy yelled weeks later after waking to find that her Onyx Panther had once again chosen to spend the night sleeping across her legs, effectively pinning her if anything happened requiring her to act swiftly in the middle of the night. The giant cat lazily raised its head, looked over to her, yawned, and then put its head back down, covering its huge yellow eyes with oversized paws.

The two of them had been avoiding civilization for what seemed like forever. While Lucy was more than capable of surviving in the wilderness, she had to admit, she missed the comforts of the big cities. There was nothing quite like a nice run-down inn room with two queen beds so that the damned cat would not sleep on her. Normally, she would only stay out of the city long enough to finish the next job, but this was no job she was embarking on. Since fleeing Calista’s Citadel after witnessing one of the most insane acts ever in the Runiverse, Lucy had no intention of spending extended time in a big city any time soon. She wasn’t willing to risk herself to the insane whims of some random wizard again.

“I said get up Morti!” Lucy exclaimed, this time kicking her legs with all her might in an attempt to make the cat at least uncomfortable enough to move. It worked, and the cat cat got up, moved away from her, and laid back down to sleep some more. “None of that Morti!” she exclaimed, “I think I finally have a plan, but we need help.”

During their time in the wilds, wandering aimlessly and eating whatever she could kill or forage, with the giant house cat’s not inconsiderable assistance, Lucy had developed a four step plan for rebellion.

Establish a base of operations.
Enlist aid from trusted allies.
Recruit like minded individuals.
Unseat the wizards, or kill as many as she could and die trying.

The first item she thought she might have an answer for. The Wild was vast and mostly uncharted. Primarily because of the wild magic which permeated the area and gave its name constantly changed everything within it. Not many knew the ways of the Wilds as well as she. She recalled an old dig site she had stumbled across a few years ago. The place had been stabilized by a group of Blue Wizards previously, and was one of the few stable areas in the Wilds. The wizards had abandoned the area after plundering it of artifacts, and if she could find her way back, and The Wild had not reclaimed it fully, she might be able to use it. What better place to hide from the wizards than the one place they could not fully control?

However, before she would venture in search of the ruins, she needed to enlist one friend in particular. Warrior #5136 was an old friend. She was also a talented vocalist, and used to be highly sought after by many yellow mages for entertainment purposes. That is until one unfortunate wizard got a little too deep in whatever potion they were drinking one night, a little too handsy, and a little too heady… impaled on her mic stand.

Adele’s career ended with that wizard's life. The Yellow Mages would no longer book her for performances. They even pressed charges, but self defense was still legal even in cases between Wizards and Ducks, and the wizards couldn’t get the charges to stick. Adele tried to continue her career, but the gigs dried up, and even Duck bars wouldn’t book her after a while. So she took that mic stand, sharpened it, and started a new career as a mercenary for hire. She did alright for herself too. Ducks paid her a good deal of money to dispatch magical beasts and other phenomena. There’s no better way to advertise that you can handle any magical beast than a rune wizard’s skull decorating your weapon. Less grotesque ways, sure. But none as effective.

Adele had been hanging out in Goblin Town for some time, since most of the yellow hats hated the place. It was only a few days' journey, and who knows, with Adele around, maybe she’d be willing to chance a stay at a run down inn with double queen beds.

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