Brooding over her innovative glacial brazier, the azure prankster hoped the consumption of these herbs, by magical fire, would satiate the fey to bring her a help-meet in this time of emotional need. Maybe a fairy or better yet, a pseudodragon? She then stood lingering, as her stare observed the man of her yearning, burning heart approach.

"Koan, are you alright my sweet ebon fury?"

Noriam’s subtle inquisition imbued a reactionary spirit of Eumenidean punishment, for torturing her lust with pangs of a scorned love. The guilt was frigid and conscious, as the Agathysian armor instantly pressed its forbidding and frosty helm upon the shadowy skin-tight panoply of the warlock, in the form of a platonic embrace, distancing their parade of partnership, until the marathon between Jill and her, culminated in the cursed subjugation of the more doted bard.

[color=ed1c24]“Just a little cold, is all. Waiting to see if this works.”[/color]

[b]Ugh.[/b] 

Sudden groans and grunting, audibly discerned admist their hug oddly with both participants' mouths visibly closed, took the jester by surprise, as if her arm was attempting to scramble off her body in a mountainous ascent. Pushing off the star-crossed lover with the now flailing extremity, the crazed blue clown enquired furiously after clicking her boots once more.

[color=ed1c24][b]“What in the hell is going on, Sauron?!?”[/b][/color] 

Abruptly, a sinister spider squeezed out of a tiny crevice within her left icy gauntlet, falling and floating onto the stalagmite riddled floor, before transforming back into an imp.

[color=39b54a]“Geez. Not what, but [i]who[/i], toots.”[/color] The demonic familiar dusted water off his attire and then ogled the hexblade, with a wink and a smirk. [color=39b54a]"Adorable, Norey-baby. Did you get'em at the Eldritch outlet? No, don't tell me. Or was it the Stygian flea market? Since youse a miser on the essentials. Like clothes."[/color] 

The rarity of embarrassment on the joker’s visage impregnated the room and her trembling voice. [color=ed1c24]“Dox?!? I thought you were on a decade long… What did you call it? And who’s Norey-baby?”[/color]

[color=39b54a]“A sabbatical.”[/color] The greenish gremlin was sharply dressed, in a violet suit, tie and vest, adorned with a silver undershirt, cane and pocket square. Finally, a purple top hat, crowned with an Amethyst, sat upon the writhing scalp. He cranked his neck, to look up at her proverbial lord but secured his trilby with his greyish wicker. [color=39b54a]“And it has, ya old blue bird. After I sprungs youse from that king’s harem, thrall and all awhiles back, I, the infamous Dox, has returned. Been spendings my eternity, workings my way down the infernal ladder. Youse know, promotions and such.”[/color]
 
The imp spat, reflexively to clear his throat, into the aquatic ambiance, uncaring of its dissolved destination.

[color=39b54a]“Let’s get to the knitty gritty, before everyone retires. How ‘bout youse and I cuts ourselves another contract, eh?”[/color] He gawked at the bladesinging Beholder and Noriam intently before continuing.

[color=ed1c24]“What kind of deal?”[/color] Her entranced lips followed with the appropriate questioning.

[color=39b54a]"Youse beckons me and I do a thing or three to be, ah, [i]useful[/i] to [i]master[/i] folk like you."[/color] He jumped onto her shoulder. [color=39b54a]"In the meanwhiles, I gets to corrupt a few souls, kills a few goodie two-shoes, and sees a little action of those [i]assets[/i] of yours."[/color]

His eyes greedily glanced at Jill, aware of the relational strain, the captain haphazardly placed between the dancing duo. She subtly felt the unconscious sway of his pervasive sight, and spontaneously agreed.

[color=ed1c24]“Deal! So, what now?”[/color] She crossed her arms, after batting him away.

The fiendish con artist braced his impact with the shiny rattan, flipping forward in the style of an acrobat, hurriedly about-facing with another sharky smile. [color=39b54a]“Perfect, toots.”[/color] A mystical chain attached to a handcuff, jerkily jetted from the palm of Dox, nippily shackling the cerulean geisha. After a second or two, the fettering display vanished, leaving a broken pocket watch in the vise of the familiar.

[color=39b54a]“Done. So, the singing Dyn and the white haired masochist, I already know.”[/color] The devilish lawyer closed the gap once more with Koan. [color=39b54a]“First, throws in a good bad word of me with rest of your crew. Finder’s fee still applies, no matter the realm. And who knows maybe I do youse a favor, every now and then, especially since I now have high friends in low places."[/color]   

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Find Familiar summoned.

Koan has increased her [i]Undying Light[/i] Warlock to Level 3, upon level-up, and has chosen the Pact of the Chain.

Dox's stats - https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Imp#content
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