Re: A Hunting We Will Go (0.5.3)
Mistral considered Michael's suggestion, then tsked toward Sal, "I would not taint that lovely boutique with such as these. You may greet Milo in votre foyer in approximately one minute, Sal." With that, the blindfolded archmage set to work. She performed a series of intricate gesticulations that were difficult to follow with the eye, while muttering incantations in a cryptic tongue never meant for mortal ears.
Elsewhere, the squad of hunters pursuing Milo were rapidly diminished as small groups quietly vanished, spirited away upon a supernal breeze. Four found themselves stranded and separated in the trackless wastes of the southern Mongolian Gobi desert, while four more were marooned in an arid scrubland on the Patagonian steppe in Argentina. Three more found themselves on an endless sheet of cracked ice near the western coast of Greenland. The squad leader found themselves submerged and crushed in frigid seawater, too deep to even see the light of the sun far, far above.
Back at Sal's estate just under a minute later, Milo staggered into the foyer in a swirl of supernal mist, looking rather worse for wear. His coat was gone and his shirt was torn and riddled with gunshot holes, trousers wet and stained with filth. Mistral observed the ensuing meeting, but let Sal handle it and take credit for the rescue. She waited quietly for a couple of minutes, then retrieved a pen and a small pad of paper from a tiny portal and wrote a quick note, which she folded in half. Mistral waited a little longer, then carefully deposited the note into another tiny portal.
In the hunter's safehouse visited previously in the day, there came a sudden and rather inexplicable disturbance. The waterlogged and half-frozen corpse of a hunter squad leader and a dozen gallons of icy seawater collapsed wetly onto a sofa in the safehouse's central living space. Folded neatly upon a table near this grisly tableau was a brief note, written in a neat cursive handwriting that read simply, "Voscal. You were warned."
Mistral allowed herself an enigmatic smile and reported to her cabal-mates, "This matter is resolved, and a message has been sent."
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