The lawyer by day, fighter by night, was carted off to Hell by a contract daemon. Presumably for beating him in a court case before the Celestial Counsel. Sure the party got her back, but who did she lash out at? Yeah. The MFWizard. My main job is Necromancy and mayhem. (I also moonlight as a potions maker and undertaker. Mostly for the bodies.)
Oh sure, she hugged the Paladin (jerk) and cried with the pixie rouge. But not me. I get a log thrown at my head.
You know why? Because I’m smart and that somehow meant I was supposed to get her out with legal trickery instead of the arcane arts and blades. Lots of blades. Wielded by skeletons. (I may have looted the office supplies.)
After 7 hours of being berated, I admit; I got tired.
"What in your insane mind makes you think I have legal training? That's your job! I'm a MFWizard. I speak direct, no muss no fuss... okay a little, but not legal! You wanna be an a*s because you win your court battles by f*****g around with the language making it so straight talk doesn't work any more, get caught in a legal snare, and we gotta clean up the mess? Fine!
See how you handle those imps in filling at the office with out me for a while! Oh, I know! Lets dump 40 hours of potions work on top of it, and corps demands. Lets included dealing with a hard headed Paladin who wont lay on hands for drain damage because you didn’t tithe for a month or three! Even the neutral good pixie won’t correct level drain because you use fairy wings in healing potions, but oh no! Always drinks them when she needs them, though! Never a thank you, just condemnation!
You deal with having a brilliant, unappreciated mind and being stuck with a bunch of 'oh I’m not helping you because I’m morally opposed to your life style, but also totally give me all the stuff I need or I’ll accuse you of being selfish’ fools mucking up your life because your mother runs the adventures guild and makes the team assignments.
I went through literal Hell to get you back, and now I have got you out all you do is fucking B***h. You know what... f**k you. You went through Hell, and I ain't denying it. But so did I. Next time you wanna complain to me about this bull s**t, you give me a little advanced warning. I need the time to extra-dimensional-order a strap on from Amazon so you can Suck It."
She stormed off, the pixie rouge shook her head and jingled something at me and the GDPaladin told mother.
My familiar thinks this is hilarious.