The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

Adler: "at least I'm finally away from that no-good, dirty-rotten Ms. Thomson."
*look to your left*
Ms. Thomson: "Well actually..."

"I still ache all over," I muttered. "But at least I'm well away from that treacherous Floozy, Ms. Thomson."



"I had only your destined greatness at heart, Your Highness," Thomson insisted grimly from the other side of the cart.

"What in Fuma's name is she doing here?" I inquired.

"She's your prisoner, Adler honey," Burnside explained. "The Duchess figured this here Sisterhood agent was too dangerous to let outta your sight, and the consequences of killin' her'd be detrimental to your success. The Sisterhood may not be exactly on your side, but at the moment at least they ain't against you."

"All our hopes for Elvenkind rest on Adler Young," Thomson declared. "We want to ensure that he succeeds."

"You think he can't triumph on his own?" Burnside snorted. "He don't need none o' your magickal control. I seen what this here skunk can do, Sister."

Thomson just scowled sullenly and said nothing.

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In the Chanson du Percy:

Percy > carry fifi to a seemly abandon outpost you've discovered

It was with great feelings of relief that brave Percy emerged from the underbrush to behold a trim little cottage nestled neath an overspreading cypress tree in a damp forest clearing.

"Lo!" he sighed. "Long have I hefted this comely vixen 'crost hill and dale. Verily, she is heavier than she looketh. Twill be nice to set her down for a while. Mayhap whomever lives in yon shack will offer succor and elfly hospitality."

As Percy staggered mightily toward the structure, the vixen began to wake.

"Like, what's going on?" she mumbled. "Oh cool .. how'd we get back to the Antglade Diplomatic Outpost? Like where is everybody?"

"Let us hail the inhabitants and ask them for aid," Percy suggested.

"Nah," the vixen replied as she strode up the steps and opened the door.

Someone inside screamed briefly, then exclaimed "FROST-BITER!"

Percy cautiously entered the shack to behold the sacrificial maiden from the bunny tribe.

"Thou again!" the rabbit maiden exclaimed. "Is't thy life's ambition, to always intrude where thou'rt not wanted?"

find the Easter maiden! The easter maiden helps with fifi's recovery as she has a love bond with her.
Fifi, wake up the same time as Adler.

"Don't worry about the bird," the vixen purred as she sidled up to the maiden. "He won't come between us, you delectable morsel you."

"Oh, Frost-Biter!" the maiden giggled. "Art thou going to do Unspeakable Things to me again?"

>Adler: Ravage Burnside
Fifi and Adler, due to the improper destruction of the poppet and failure to correctly reverse the bond, be now psychically linked

Suddenly for some reason I started feeling strangely amorous.

"Their plan is for the birds," I murmured to Burnside. "The Sisterhood won't come between us, you delectable morsel you."

"Oh Adler honey!" Burnside giggled girlishly. "Surely you ain't a-gonna ravish me right here in this cart in front of everybody! Lemme get comfortable first."

>Army: With your spirits high, you endeavor to sing a jovial marching song. Half of you try singing a song praising Adler and the other half try singing a song mocking the enemy.
>A Convenient Method of Exposition: Exposite.
Army, get stopped by a peculiar roadblock.

"Nothing unseemly," I cooed. "Just a kiss for my right-hand femme."

Burnside and I smooched while Thomson muttered darkly to herself, and the army struck up a rousing martial song:

OH we're off to Albric Tor to kick some skunky butt,
Put Adler on the throne and then he'll be the King, eh what?
We'll overthrow the King, oh yes Adler is his name.
The skunks have fouled up everything and they're the ones to blame.
So on to victory, lads, we'll put the skunks to rout.
Young Adler is our Emperor, let's drive the Emperor out!



I honestly wasn't paying much attention to the singing, until suddenly it stopped and the cart came to a halt.

"HOLD!" Brother Matthias yelled from where he stood in the road. "What army is this, and for what purpose does it march?"

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After taking careful note of the elf vixen's greeting to the rabbit maiden, who seemed now by some strange spell to have become the mistress of this house, noble Percy examined the skeleton seated at the desk in the cottage. He was careful not to touch anything. Obviously everything here must be heavily enchanted. He must keep his wits about him whilst the two exhausted femmes dozed.



Suddenly a mephitic face with eerie blank eyeballs peered in at the open door!

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here?" the newcomer demanded.