Campaign D: Guacamole Gaiden
The next morning, the new girl was gone. What was her name again? Was she ever even there? Maybe Hevisa came and took her away for a new assignment. Maybe she never existed and it was Therion fucking with the party's heads. Or maybe Karin murdered her. Or Eros turned her into clothes. Or Gnoryc ate her.
The world may never know.
What the world would know, is that later that night Karin called the other two members of the horrible little trio (Daaqo would have said it was a quartet, because he totally counted. Daaqo would have also said that he was once the greatest Demon Lord in all the Abyss and that he still had lots of pull with the Balors and don't fuck with him, man, he'll cut you! He's hardcore!) to Viola's (read: her) throne room.
"Listen up, shitheads," Karin began with her usual friendliness. "I had to agree to do the Horned Society a favor, in order to get them to smooth shit out for us at the monastery. You know, in addition to the ones -" She grabbed Daaqo and squeezed his head firmly, keeping the horrible little monster from spewing the litany of lewdness that no doubt would have followed. "- I already had to do. I was not expecting them to call in their favor so suddenly, but they are." Karin gave a heavy sigh, which made her ample Karinbits heave, causing Daaqo, perched on her shoulder now, to throw up his arms and make a little cheer. He was a happy fellow.
"We're going to Sinaloa. It's a city, in Huerta. It has't had a functional government in, like for-" Karin stopped herself and pinched her nose, sighing again. She seemed to suddenly remember who it was she was talking to.
"It's a place out west. Lawless shitheap. I need to go wrestle some fuckers -"
"You can pin'em with your cow tits!" Daaqo cut in. Karin smiled. I guess she found the suggestion cute.
"- and make sure some other cunt wins. I guess it'll be fun." Karin shrugged. "Whatever. Eros, look," she turned her attention to the short Cleric, "I'm going to need a costume. Something flashy. And sexy. And with a mask." She turned her attention to Gnoryc. "And you, furball. You don't have to get turned into a mule or a donkey-"
"Hey, you could do a donkey show!" And that was Daaqo's input. And that was Daaqo being thrown across the room.
"- or anything, but you two do need to keep who we work for a secret. They'll tolerate a Gnoll and a retarded little gremlin, but I don't think they'll tolerate, you know, His servants. 'Sides, it'll be good practice for when we're at the monastery."
Karin closed her eyes in frustration. "I know I'm going to fucking regret asking this, but any questions? We leave tomorrow."