I would suggest, your Majesty, that it might be a good idea to send the Black Tongues a strongly worded postcard asking that they never let Ruckmearkha get his weird three-fingered hands on dat knife. In fact maybe they should stop tinkering with this knife thing altogether and just worry about Roger and figuring out how to frig up Alderode.
Really that's the rubbiest of the rubs here - it's not just dangerous to be asking favours of something like Ruckmearkha, but also of the Black Tongues. You put all this information into the hands of a coven of spellwrights obsessed with pymaric discoveries who also are suffering from massive blue balls after their last patron senet beast muse abandoned them, and of course they're going to start doing zany things like using efheby venom to create a knife that can cut out the memory of your dog that died when you were seven. These are some eel-infested waters, your Majesty.
But I'm sure everything will work out great.
Wambling Wombat
2018-04-11 16:45:35 +0000 UTCBrenna
2018-04-11 11:23:13 +0000 UTC