"Merd!" Growled Diffle. "Get yer ass over here and clean this shit up!"

Diffle flapped his small bat-like wings while pointing to the gip pit and the massive muddy shit filled pen they wallowed in. 

Merd turned around with a dull look on his face, one finger up his nose, slowly rooting around. 

"Diffle. I cleaned the gip pen yesterday." he whined pathetically, his finger slowly entrenching itself deeper.

Diffle gave Merd a dark grin.

"If you don't like your posting, I can always go tell Vrug how unhappy you are to be in charge of the gips."

At the mention of Vrug's name Merd winced. Vrug could use real magic. Not the minor cantrip magic all Spmi were born with. Vrug got summoned to the mortal world by a powerful wizard. Or so he bragged, to anyone within ear shot. Even if you heard his story before, he would spare no details in the retelling. Every single yad Merd was forced to listen. Vrug was only gone fourteen yads, and came home with real magic. Once the master of the gip farm found out, he promoted Vrug to head spmi. And Merd's new overlord. Displacing Grabs from his cushy position.

Merd was not really worried Vrug would use his magic to punish him. He just couldn't listen to another winded retelling of his time on the other side. Merd did find the part about his master creating such a powerful spell impressive though. A spell that turned him into red mist that floated away on wind. That was when, to Vrug's dismay, his master released him from his service, without even a goodbye. Sending Vrug back home. Without a master, no spmi could remain in the mortal real. They needed a tether to keep them from returning.

The master spell caster would give the spmi a tether to the mortal realm and a small share of his earned power. In exchange for the spmi's senses and a conduit to access the Daemon plane of higher magical concentration. The stronger the caster, the greater gifts the spmi would earn in return. Since the power from the Daemon plane flowed through the spmi to his master.

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If it had been Merd summoned to the mortal plane, instead of Vrug, he would have become strong enough to rule the mortal plane. Then he would return home after his run of chaos and destruction to take the Daemon King's throne for himself. He was after all very special. 

Diffle gave Merd a last warning look and started to turn towards Vrug's bone dwelling. 

"Fiiine." Merd whined in a high nasally voice that he knew got on Diffle's nerves. Which earned him a mud and shit ball to the head.

"Hey!" Merd whined again. Now covered in loose dripping gip mud and droppings. His whine causing Diffle to reload and throw another handful of foul mess at Merd. 

Merd was able to dodge this time however and he closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Dillfe adding in a taunt in the process.

Suddenly Merd was once again splattered with a full facial glob of gip mud. On reflex he retracted his tongue earning him a mouthful of foul goop. 

Diffle laughed hard as he slowly winged away.

Merd sputtered and wiped at his tongue with his hands causing him to eat more of the foul substance.

Merd stopped suddenly stock still. Then tilted his head slowly to one side his eyes opening wider a bit.

"Hey, that's not too bad." he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody noticed. Then he wouldn't have to share with the other spmi's.

Merd closed his eyes, flapped his wings, activating his weightless cantrip that allowed him to fly with such small wings. After all with a body as powerful as his, three foot wing's were no where near enough. Shoving his finger back into his nose, he decided he liked the smell of gip droppings and mud mixture. Eyes closed in bliss he floated toward the gip pen to gather more delicious morsals. 

Merd's suddenly felt like he was being dragged through a two inch pipe. His felt his body stretch and warp. The feeling only lasted a second or two then he opened his eyes to find himself in a small room with stone walls. He floated above a circle made with blood painted on the stone floor. Then he saw the human to his right. Merd slowly turned his head toward the nam, his fellows called therm. Then he began to feel a trickle of power start to flow through him to the human.

The nam wore a black open robe over what looked like black silky shirt and pants. He was bleeding from a cut on his hand. Merd decided the nam was obviously one of those wierd masochist types.

The man had a slack-jawed blank look on his face as he started at Merd.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Merd asked.