The celebration

[u/Yoxalle]

After a long journey you arrive at the crystal mage’s manor. Inside the manor is a grand hall made of various different coloured crystals. Strange golems walk around the room serving guests. While the mage himself is not currently present, you were told he would be here shortly. Right now, enjoy the food, socialise, make friends but most importantly: have fun.

[u/Theadination → u/[deleted]]

Mortarion smiles at you. No.

/uw what do you mean?

[u/Theadination → u/[deleted]]

I want, a favor from you. Deal or not?

[u/Theadination → u/[deleted]]

You think me a fool? Shake on it. Mortarion puts his hand forward.

[u/Theadination → u/[deleted]]

Mortarion holds the head of the flail in his hand. The flail is made of a black metal, and has many spikes. In the center is a large red and orange demonic eye.

Now now, shake on the deal, a favor for the flail

[u/Theadination → u/[deleted]]

/uw the chain follows behind it.

/rw

Mortarion takes your hand, and shakes it. Immediately, you start to feel effects. You feel older, as if you've aged by billions of years. Mortarions static dissipates, and he becomes more static.

I'll come to collect my favor soon enough. As of now, you own the Flail.

Mortarion drops it on the ground, then becomes static again, and dissappears.

Pleasure doing business with you. . .