#fae bargain

[argan314]

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[darkfaegaming]

Welcome, mortal, have you come,

To bargain for our aid?

Do you seek to beg for us,

To clean the mess you made?

You have pleaded and you begged,

To your own mortal gods.

You bet your soul at crossroads,

Searching for better odds.

You have tried arcane powers,

Sought wisdom from afar.

Listened to the howling wind,

And wished on every star.

But all your gods are long dead,

And your options are gone.

And now you're left all alone,

Like a lost, yowling fawn.

But tales spoke of one last chance,

To save you from your fate.

The far side of the mushroom ring,

And through the arcane gate.

Now you find yourself in our world,

Where magic fills the air.

Where wicked things roam the land,

And life is what you dare.

Your kind do not belong here,

Humans are small and weak.

Yet you intrude here, so perhaps,

We might have what you seek.

You seek an edge in battle,

You seek a chance to win.

A chance to win your battles,

And vanquish ancient foes.

For the demons roam your world,

And aim to conquer all.

Released by your own folly,

Destined to be your fall.

It may be that we can aid you,

To turn the tide of war.

Bind to your blood a bargain,

Or do you fear us more?

We are not the little folk,

Benevolent to all.

That you needily portrayed,

To hide our wicked claw.

We are monsters in your tales,

Whispered by candlelight.

Evil, wicked, vicious things,

Wandering darkest night.

But we barter in good faith,

And we hold to our word.

For our kind to break an oath,

Is to this day unheard.

Are you desperate enough,

To make a binding pact?

After everything we said,

Will you sign the contract?

And so now we take a knife,

And whet the blade with blood.

Just a little drop will do,

No need to bring a flood.

So our bargain has been sealed,

We will aid in your plight.

A million swords and yet more,

Will offer you their might.

We will cross between the realms,

And strike swift at your foe.

The demon horde will tremble,

Their demise, we will sow.

And when the battle's ended,

And victory is known.

We will take our rightful place,

Sitting upon the throne.

We bring with us the magic,

That's long lost from your land.

And bind the force of nature,

To obey our command.

We will not take your freedoms,

Nor hunt you for our sport.

But forever you shall kneel,

To Lords of Faerie Courts.

[autumnalwalker]

A Dream About A Pursuit And A Bargain

I am being pursued down a narrow forest path by a great boar.  It is no mere animal of flesh and blood but a creature of Faerie whose coat ripples silver in the moonlight.  It has just dispatched another who meant me harm and is now demanding that I return the crystal which I stole.  While it is true that I have recently manifested magicks that I have been using to barely stay one step ahead of both the boar and the other pursuer before it, I have no memory of such a crystal.

The voice of my unseen friend and guide advises me to offer a bargain to the great boar, if only to buy myself some time to rest during the negotiation, for no fae creature can resist hearing out the offer of a bargain with a mortal.  I heed the advice, shouting back at the great boar as I run, flattering it with all manner of titles befitting so great a being as I beseech it for the chance at a bargain by which to make things right.

Our chase comes to a halt and I swear to the great boar by my Name and all that is precious to me that I have no memory of the crystal of which it speaks.  In the face of such an oath, the great boar has no choice but to believe me, and yet it can still smell the stolen crystal on me – no, inside me.  It says that I have swallowed the crystal, or else dissolved it in my very blood, and if my stomach must be torn asunder or my blood drained and taken to get the crystal back, then so be it.  I counter that if I have indeed swallowed the crystal, then we need only wait for my body to do what mortal bodies do in order to remove it without the need for violence, as lowly and disgusting as such processes may be.  I then propose that we may both be the victims of a third party who actually stole the crystal, set against one another so that they might get away.  It is just as likely that the aura of the crystal pervading my body may be an illusion or that I was tricked or forced into swallowing it against my will, for I surely know better than to antagonize one such as the great boar.

No matter the case, the great boar insists that it has been wronged and demands recompense, and I am the only one around to pay it.  Taking the only viable option I can see, I offer to swear myself into the great boar’s service until such a time as either its crystal is returned or that the truth of what happened becomes known to us.

[the-queen-of-geese]

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Challenge #04566-L182: Bonded Bargain

A student is close to flunking out of a magic school. Desperate, the student turns to the accursed woods where the fairies dwell, hoping to strike a bargain. It's said that there are consequences to dealing with fae magic, but, it can't be worse than flunking out, right? -- Anon Guest

Rin would never make it as a Wizard. Even if he went after forbidden tomes and allowed a powerful spell to reside in his head, he couldn't even be a Wizzard[1]. He could almost be okay with that... except that the conditions of his stipend from Great-great Uncle Razmus depended entirely on him getting his degree.

It was this, or start Adventuring and thereby end his life, because Rin was otherwise talentless and effectively useless.

So it was time for an even more desperate measure than breaking into the Sealed Library. He broke out of his dorm room, sneaked past the Campus guards, and crept beyond the walls of the University. From there, there was much less to avoid that could stop him from seeking the forbidden tutors.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]