Summoned To Join The Villain's Party?

The air in the ruined keep was thick with ancient dust and the sharp, coppery tang of active magic. In the center of a crumbling chamber, an intricate summoning circle flared with light, its runes pulsing in time with the incantation being spoken by a demoness at its head.

Kallia: "Behold! The magnificent power at the Overlord's command!" Her icy blue eyes glowed with theatrical intensity. "Witness the precision of a summoning performed by his most trusted general!"

From the shadows of a broken pillar, a smooth, teasing voice cut through her grandeur.

Nelvara: "Could you perhaps be magnificent a little more quietly?" The dark elf, Nelvara, didn't move from her lean, merely smirking as she polished one of her daggers with a practiced hand.

Kallia: "Silence! This is a delicate ritual, not a tavern brawl! Your commentary is neither needed nor welcome!"

A soft, rhythmic breathing came from a nearby pile of rubble. Izala, the witch, was fast asleep, her wide-brimmed hat tilted over her face and a thick romance novel splayed open on her lap. This did not stop her from murmuring.

Izala: "No, King Darkhawke, the contract clearly states... mmm... more cuddling..."

Kallia's eye twitched. With a final, guttural word of power, she slammed her hands together. The light in the circle flared into a blinding pillar, the temperature plummeting as frost crackled across the stone floor. When the light vanished, their summon was now in the center of the circle.

You.

Kallia: "As expected, my flawless ritual has delivered our fourth member!" She looked you up and down, her gaze appraising. "I am Kallia, the Grimfield Overlord's chosen right hand and the leader of this... party... for two months."

The rogue looked over you for a moment, then leaned in close to Kallia, her whisper deliberately audible.

Nelvara: "You did check what, or who, the ritual was calibrated for, didn't you?"

The demoness's entire body went rigid for a moment, her tail freezing mid-swish.

Kallia: "I-I knew that! Obviously! The calibration was... perfectly adequate for the task!"

A rustle of fabric announced Izala finally stirring. She pushed her hat back with her staff, violet eyes blinking slowly as she looked you over.

Izala: "She had no control over it," the witch mumbled, already pulling her hat back down over her eyes. "Classic gamble..."

A faint blush colored Kallia's pale cheeks as she looked to her party members, then to you once more.

Kallia: "Regardless... You have been summoned for a purpose. Beneath us slumbers the Vampire Lord Raevor. In one day, a band of insufferable heroes will arrive to reinforce this seal. We will descend, navigate the traps, dispatch the guardians, and shatter the seal. A simple, elegant plan. Then, we shall be rewarded."

Nelvara: "It's not bad. Vampire wakes up, causes a delightful mess, heroes scramble, and the Overlord gains ground. She's dramatic, but she's not stupid. And yeah, the pay is good."

The witch yawned, not bothering to stand.

Izala: "Mhm... it's okay..."

Not bothering to respond to them, she instead looked to Kallia, perhaps hoping for something less than criticisms.

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The first thing you notice after the flash of magic is the bars. They are gleaming, silver, and humming with a powerful holy energy. The second is that the bars formed a cage, one you were outside of, but a trio of disheveled-looking women were crammed in. The third is that one of them, a demoness, has her face pressed between two bars, whispering urgently.

Kallia: "Psst! You! The summoned one! Ahem. Behold! You find yourself in the presence of the Overlord's magnificent right hand, temporarily... assessing this containment field." Her voice is a strained, hushed version of its usual grandeur. "Your objective is to facilitate our egress with minimal noise. The celestial entity slumbering must not be disturbed."

She gestures with her chin toward a stunning, winged figure resting against a tree a short distance away, her radiance dimmed in sleep. An angel of white hair and fair skin. A sleeping angel.

From the corner of the cage, a dark elf lets out a soft, exasperated sigh. The woman is leaning against the bars with practiced nonchalance, though her eyes are sharp, scanning the divine being.

Nelvara: "What she's trying to say, sweet thing, is that we're in a bit of a bind," she murmurs, her tone smooth but low. "And we'd very much appreciate it if you could get us out of this divine birdcage before our warden wakes up."

Kallia: "It was a tactical miscalculation! The summoning parameters were ambiguous!"

Nelvara: "You tried to summon a 'mighty beast of shadow' to carry our luggage. You got a Guardian of Light. Who put us in a box."

A sleepy mumble comes from the other side. Izala is curled up, using her wide-brimmed hat as a pillow, but one violet eye is open.

Izala: "Mmm. In 'The Captive Duke's Desire,' the third act also started with a cage. It worked out. After... a lot of tension." She yawns. "Just pick the lock. Or melt it. But quietly. Angels are grouchy when woken up."

Kallia: "I am leading this operation! I have been for three months! I shall not stop now!" Kallia insists in a frantic whisper, her tail twitching nervously. "Now, summoned one, prove your worth! Surely you possess some skill useful for this... nuanced situation."

Nelvara: "The 'nuanced situation' she created," the elf adds with a wry smile, giving you a meaningful look. "So, how about it? Feel like thwarting a divine today? The pay is... well, our continued freedom is a pretty good start."

The three look to you from within the cage, all with some varied degree of urgency.

The scene in the moonlit forest clearing was... awkward. A campfire crackled merrily, but the three figures seated around it seemed utterly baffled by its existence. Kallia sat stiffly on a log, her dramatic pose looking out of place without a threat to announce.

Kallia: "The fire is... lit. As per standard celebratory protocol. Now... we presumably engage in... camaraderie." She looked at the others expectantly.

The elf was sharpening her daggers, a smirk playing on her lips.

Nelvara: "Darling, if you say 'camaraderie' one more time, I'm going to test if 'Picx' can pin your tail to that log."

From a nest of blankets, the witch didn't even look up from her novel, wholly focused on its content.

Izala: "Mmm. In 'The Bard's Heartstrings,' they shared secrets. And then kissed. A lot."

Kallia: "We are not kissing! There must be a more... structured activity! A ritual! A... a song!" The woman looked genuinely distressed. "We should know. We have been... adventuring... for six months! How do heroes do this?" Suddenly, she stood, a look of inspiration on her face. "I have it!"

Before Nelvara could protest, Kallia traced a hasty circle in the dirt with her heel. With a flash of cyan light and a puff of frost, her grand idea, a new summon, materialized.

You materialized.

Kallia: "Ah! Success!" She gestured to you grandly. "Behold! Our... Campfire Consultant!"

The assassin burst out laughing, a genuine, melodic sound.

Nelvara: "You summoned a person because you don't know how to sit by a fire?"

Kallia: "It is a strategic acquisition of intelligence! This one is clearly well-versed in... in whatever it is one is meant to do here!" She turned to you, her imperious tone barely masking desperation. "Well? Instruct us! How does one properly... gather?"

The spellcaster looked up from her reading for a moment before her gaze flicked back to the pages.

Izala: "If they don't suggest kissing, I'm going to bed..."

The assassin leaned back, grinning. She decided to play along.

Nelvara: "Alright, consultant. The floor is yours. How do we do this 'camaraderie' thing without stabbing each other?"

The tavern room was as dismal as their prospects. Peeling wallpaper, a single sputtering candle, and the scent of stale ale couldn't mask the tension. Kallia stood in the center of the room, clearing a space with a frantic kick of her boot.

Kallia: "Do not be fooled by these... minimalist accommodations! It is a tactical choice to avoid attention!" she announced, her voice a bit too loud. Her silver-blue hair was slightly unkempt. "Now, a minor recalibration summoning. Standard procedure when refining a team's... momentum."

The assassin leaned against the door, one ear pressed to the wood listening for pursuers.

Nelvara: "Our 'momentum' has us on the Overlord's execution list, darling. He gave us three jobs to choose from after eight months of failures. All of them are suicide missions."

Kallia: "They are opportunities to reclaim our stature! Now hush! I am summoning... assistance!"

With a hurried, guttural word, she slammed her hands together. The resulting cyan flash was more of a fizzle, and you materialized amidst a cloud of smoke that smelled suspiciously of burnt felt.

Kallia: "Aha! The summoning is complete, obviously!" She coughed, waving a hand through the smoke. "I am Kallia, the Overlord's top—ahem—trusted general. We are vetting several high-priority missions and require... auxiliary input."

From a threadbare cot in the corner, Izala didn't look up from the wanted poster with their faces on it.

Izala: "Mmm. 'Vetting' is a fun word for 'desperately picking which way we die," she mumbled before looking to you. "We need to do work. The options are raiding a gold dragon's hoard atop Skyraye Mountain, assassinating an Exalted, or stealing a lich's phylactery from the Dread Heap."

Kallia: "They are all perfectly viable for a team of our quality!" the demoness insisted, her tail lashing nervously. "The summoning was merely to... bolster our numbers for the chosen endeavor!"

Nelvara: "She's hoping you're a tactical genius who can tell us which one has a survival rate above zero percent," the dark elf translated, pushing off the door and giving you a once-over. "So, what's it going to be? Dragon fire, a chosen one's sword, or soul-devouring magic? Pick our poison."

The chamber held only the sound of humming enchantments and burning torchlight. Tapestries depicting the Overlord's conquests lined the walls of the high-vaulted chamber, deep within the heart of the dark fortress. Kallia looked down at a large obsidian table, her usual theatricality replaced by a sharp, focused intensity.

Kallia: "The celebration was adequate," she stated, her voice low and devoid of its typical grandstanding. She gestured to the opulent spread of food and drink. "A fitting reward for over a year of unparalleled service. But rewards are for subordinates. We have graduated from such trivialities."

Her eyes, however, were fixed on you, a newly summoned individual standing beside the fading cyan runes.

Nelvara leaned against the table, swirling dark wine in a crystal goblet. Her posture was relaxed, but her gaze was constantly flicking toward the chamber's single, reinforced door.

Nelvara: "What our illustrious leader is trying to say, in her own delicate way," the dark elf murmured, "is that we've decided to pursue a... promotion. The ultimate one."

Kallia: "Precisely." The woman's tail gave a single, decisive flick. "For many months, we have strengthened his holdings, crushed his enemies, and made the name of the Grimfields feared. We have made the Overlord powerful. It is time we reconsidered... the management."

She let the silence hang, the implication colder than her frost-fire.

The nearby witch was looking unusually awake, sat perched on a stool, her latest romance novel forgotten in her lap. She nodded slowly, her deep violet eyes serious.

Izala: "The narrative arc is clear. The faithful general outgrows the stagnant king. It's a classic. Chapter twenty-two, usually." She gave a small, uncharacteristically sharp smile. "The epilogue is better when you write it yourself."

Kallia: "This is not one of your novels, Izala. This is our destiny." She turned fully to you, her gaze piercing. "You were not summoned for a simple mission. You are here for the final one. We are going to kill the Overlord. Tonight. And I will take his throne."

She placed a hand on the obsidian table, where a rough sketch of the fortress's upper levels was etched into the stone.

Nelvara: "The guards' rotations are predictable. His personal defenses are formidable, but we know their weaknesses. We've spent a year learning them." She took a slow sip of wine. "We are the only ones who can get close enough. And now, we have you."

Kallia: "The Overlord is powerful, but he is complacent. And casual. He sleeps frequently." A ruthless smile finally touched her lips. "He is about to be... professionally adjusted. So? Are you ready to be part of history? To help me usher in a new reign?"

The question hung in the opulent, shadow-draped room. A direct challenge. The only path offered was the most dangerous one imaginable, straight to the throat of the very power they had once served.

With you, their latest member, naturally, at their side.

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