C.S. || Invocation
@badassbartimaeus
I don’t even know how to start. Of course I was aware how stupid and dangerous this plan was, but I was desperate. Isn’t it always like that? When there is no possibility of escaping, you just make your own way out. Not that I was trying to run from something. Actually, it was the exact opposite. I was looking. For a long, long time.
When the incident happened, I was a few years younger and billion times more naive. I believed my master was one of the strongest and virtuous man there is and as a good apprentice I was following his every order. It ended up with botchy incantation that scarred my face and killed the man in the process. The only good thing was that it happened after I was given my own name, so at least I was able to live on my own since my master literally exploded. Deadpool. Powerful sounding, right? I picked it myself... and my master didn’t care enough to disagree. Have I mentioned he was an idiot? Because he was fucking idiot.
Few years passed and I have tried everything. Every hex, every ointment, everything that would help me just a little bit. But nothing did. One stormy night as I was studying one of the books I stole ehm borrowed from my master after his death (I basically took his whole library) I finally found solution. The Necklet of Agrod! Supposedly very old and lost magical item that was supposed to heal anything. And when I say anything... I mean it.
So good old me gathered his books, herbs and chalk and decided to the most foolish thing ever (besides trusting my old master that is). Call fourth level djinni. I haven’t picked him up by mistake. As I have heard about his great achievements, I figured he could know what happened with the Necklet.
And so, the summoning began.