Jimothy War Magerson III bore on his back a literally large satchel, and figuratively a heavy task - that task being, of course, to take out none other than Omar. Per Glathalia, esteemed member of the Order of Ahw Gizer, he'd greatly overstepped his bounds by not only allowing a consumer into their private sanctum but indeed also bringing a random undead skeleton in there as well! Basically, he'd just totally overplayed his hand - and Omar only had one hand, anyway, as Glathalia had reiterated a number of times.
Truthfully, Jimothy War Magerson Junior didn't really want to do any sort of assassinating of anyone other than the insurgent. The insurgent was, of course, that most vile and cruel enemy that allowed his father to not only be disgraced, but indeed to disgrace Jimothy War Magerson III himself. He had to find them, and indeed destroy them. But how?
The thing that really hurt was that Omar had been the one to connect the dots and tell Jimothy Warm Magerson III the identity of the insurgent, who was indeed a stone elemental by the name of Kahli. Supposedly, she'd somehow acquired a system through [pairing] with some sort of strange entity that Omar only described as gross and putrid. The whole thing made Jimothy War Magerson III's living wood crawl - of course he didn't have that much living wood, he was pretty young and it was generally all concentrated on his hands, after all, but still. What bizarre, evil pact had this Kahli made in order to gain her clearly immense elemental power?
Well, regardless, Jimothy War Magerson III would have to take her out - but he needed to take out Omar first. They were both on the Order of Ahw Gizer's kill list, as it were. Normally, he wouldn't compromise his own principles by prioritizing taking out someone other than the insurgent, but the way Glathalia commanded him to obey was still echoing throughout his consciousness. He remembered it now as he trudged through the Simply Splendiferous Swamp. She had come storming out of that strange, dark dome in outer Gifflenberg with her face fifty times paler than normal, stomping down on her stilettos like they were daggers. Then, she'd cracked her whip and with a hiss she had leaned and loomed over him in torment. With one pointy fingernail she gently graced his chin and commanded in what inexplicably seemed to be about a thousand different voices that he must destroy Omar. Then, she had coughed up a small playing card with an image of a bell-ended tricorn hat emblazoned on both sides. She had then, of course, apologized for her indigestion, but indeed also reiterated to Jimothy War Magerson III that what she bade him do was in fact a dire command. She did not fail to mention that, should he neglect such duties, she would see to it that he, too, were destroyed - as was bade by the tenets of the Order.
And so it was that Jimothy War Magerson III had filled his satchel with crossbows and arrows and struck out on his journey. Indeed, if he remembered correctly, Omar was heading after Kahli anyways - which meant of course that Jimothy War Magerson III could potentially take out two tamavens with one daisy-chained electrocution [skill], as the common saying went.
Little did he know that he was but one member of the Order heading towards Flungunglia with the express goal of destroying not only Omar, but Kahli, too.
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Taubitha had been exceedingly surprised to learn, after she and Princess met with Ahw Gizer members at a dinner banquet in Blandia, that the Order of Ahw Gizer required one to kill someone deemed an enemy of the Order before indeed they could be assimilated fully into its ranks. This tenet was global, that is to say that every chapter of the Order of Ahw Gizer required this act of service be performed before one could join.
Of course, they had a couple contingencies in place. If there was no one to kill on the Order's list when someone new joined, then they simply had to pledge that they would at some point in the future, and were then indeed added to a queue. If people refused, or decided to refuse once they came up in the queue, then they were immediately in turn murdered. It was just the way things were done by the Order of Ahw Gizer, and most if not all members thought that it was not really a big deal. They'd all had to do it, after all.
Even Taubitha hadn't been massively deterred by learning of this. Sure, she didn't necessarily love seeing things die or indeed being the cause of said death, however, her beloved fony Princess had a bit of a murderous streak that didn't necessarily seem to be letting up any time soon. With that, it seemed easy enough to have to kill just one more tauman being in order to get into the Order.
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But what really hit her, want really made Taubitha's jaw fly wide open was who it was they asked her to kill.
"Oh my gods, Princess. I just, like, totally can't believe they actually want me to kill Kahli," said Taubitha as she haphazardly flapped her enormous wings through the air.
Princess, who flew beside Taubitha with flawless form, huffed and whinnied in response.
"It's like, totally a dream come true," she reiterated, really struggling with the act of flying. "Now if - ugh - if I can just - ARGH - if I can just get the hang of this whole flying thing, we'll be all - AAAAH!" Taubitha dropped out of the air like a rock.
Princess whinnied and continued to proceed through the air, flapping her brilliant, glittering wings with majesty and pride. Soon enough, Taubitha whipped back up into the air shakily.
"Uh, like, oh my gods, that was scary. Flying is like, mega hard. I'm so glad you're, like, totally here to watch in case I actually can't catch myself. Right, Princess?"
Princess did not respond.
"Princess? Hello, Nomachiato to Princess, Taubitha here!"
Princess huffed very, very quietly.
"Thanks, Princess," said Taubitha with a pained smile. "Oh my gods, this hurts my wings so much. I don't know why I thought that [skill] would make me proficient in using the wings that it granted. Oh well."
Princess whinnied, loudly this time. But it wasn't necessarily in response to Taubitha. Through the fading opacity of a large cloud approached an imposing airship. This was not at all similar to that of the party blimp Taubitha had last encountered. This structure was several magnitudes larger, and it seemed to be made out of some strange, metallic substance that she'd never encountered before. It seemed to be made out of thousands of cascading hexagons all kind of collapsing into one another, and it moved and gyrated in such a manner that it appeared to hardly inhabit the same spacial plane as did Taubitha and Princess. It indeed filled her with fear to behold.
"HALT! WHO THERE BEHOLDS MY MOTHERSHIP?!" blurted a crackly, reverberant voice emanating inexplicably from the airship - or, the mothership, as it were.
Princess whinnied angrily.
"Uh, like, do you mean me?" asked Taubitha faintly, staring up at the structure in awe and confusion.
"YES! NOW ANSWER ME, GODS DAMN YOU! WHO THERE BEHOLDS MY MOTHERSHIP?!"
Taubitha frowned awkwardly as she lost balance on her wings for but a moment of turbulence before catching herself. "My name is, like, Taubitha."
"DOESN'T RING A BELL," spat the voice. "WELL, ANYWAY, I'VE LOOKED AT YOUR SYSTEM. YOU AND YOUR PET DON'T SEEM LIKE A REAL THREAT, SO I WON'T DESTROY YOU IMMEDIATELY. THAT SAID, YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST COME INTO THE MOTHERSHIP FOR QUESTIONING. DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL LOVE IT, IT'S GREAT."
"Like, what?" Taubitha squinted in confusion and frowned again.
The mothership juddered and shook as a spiraling tube of hexagons twirled out of its body and up to Taubitha and Princess.
"BRACE YOURSELF. THE SUCTION IS QUITE STRONG."
"Like, whaaaaat?" reiterated Taubitha.
But her question was left hanging as the tube suddenly opened up to a pitch black hole that quickly sucked up Taubitha and Princess, enveloping them in a disorienting darkness as they shot at breathtaking speed through the tube.
And then with a judder and a splat both Taubitha and Princess were dumped on a bright white mat.
"Ugh... Like, talk about whiplash..." Taubitha groaned as she pulled herself to her knees and brushed her thick hair out of her face. "Like, oh my gods, is it actually kind of cute in here?"
And it was - if you liked white, gray, and minimalism. That is to say that the inside of the mothership was incredibly minimalistic in that much of it was bright white, and what was not white was gray. The floor, walls, and ceiling did not end of harsh, jagged edges and instead smoothed into one another, giving the effect of almost being inside some sort of fishbowl. There was furniture, such as a large gray futon, and large gray bean bags, accented by swooping white floor lamps that angled around and lit up the whole space quite completely. There were also indeed a number of doors, all with rounded edges, that seemed to lead to who knew where. Of course, it was hard to focus on some of this when indeed there was short, purple creature standing before Taubitha a species of which she couldn't rightly identify.
"Oh my gods! Like... I'm sorry, but what are you?" asked Taubitha with a gasp.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lloyd, and I'm going to take over Nomachiato," replied the creature. "Oh, sorry, that's who I am. What I am, is a creature from an entirely different planet, in a different area of space. You taumans might refer to me as an alien."
Taubitha gasped again. "Like, aliens are real?"
"Very real," said Lloyd. "And very powerful, indeed, as well. Regardless, please, do make yourself comfortable here in the mothership while I prepare to analyze you."