Factor Zipporath, away from the company of his mighty superiour Duke Darkwood decided in his best interests to look around for fellow takers for a very interesting business proposition.
" 'Ello duckies and devils, I come to you my fellow caste of well dressed thieves and healthy vagabonds to offer an opportunity of a lifetime, a marketing item that could make us all fine and financial like."
Drawing their heads together, he hushed them up whispering:
"Course, lets keep the old codger out of this. Way I sees it the poor sod needs a break from all the fine adventurin' hes done in his time anyways!"
Laughing off the merry subtly of his own words, Zipporath, the sly deva, sat down with his wings folded on a roundtable, speaking to those interested and involved.
"So, heres the fun part, the Feywars yielded a fine prize for us fine financial cutters to get ourselves each a peice of shine like, something real expensive that money cant buy, a miracle."
He said with a dramatic tone, the door was locked and the play was set, and Zipporath was in his element, dramatising the depth of its affairs.
"So you sods are gonna go help one side win this thing, then... kill off the stragglers, dead simple. See, if the two parties are out of the way theres nothing in "our" way to prevent us taking the shiny well for ourselfsies and making a healthy happy profit of monetary and other interests.
See, the story is this shiny well made The Seelie into very powerful champions, turns small nobodies into big somebodies, right? Now heres the fun part."
He coughed and spoke with a warning and dramatic tone, waving his hands into the sky exaggeratingly.
"There be a terrible curse upon the well! See, only a pureblood fey can touch their hands on this miracle peice and secondly, none of us know where to find it so thats why you help the seelie or unseelie, which ever suits. The other Factions will undoubtedly want this lovley magic puddle for themselvesies and if they get it we dont profit, so for obvious reasons, get it equals get profit, see? No? Not Followin'? Fine..."
After a moment of sobering up he sighed and nodded, turning serious.
"Right, the well, we dont know where it is but if we find out, if we can either help the Unseelie find it or simply get the Seelie to trust us enough to let us see it a few seconds, we can get our fine lads of the trade in there and cannibalise the poor thing enough to make it into a fine tourist resort.
Come on, the kid's will love it, making wishes, summoning great big monsters and scaring away their mummies and daddies... if they aint dead that is..."
He grimmanced on retrospect.
"Alright, maybe not the little'uns but surley some honeymoon resort for a fine couple to spend their night and wish away how they secretly wanted the other dead-"
He winced again...
"Okay fine, just find the bloody place, ill pay you alot of jink, alot of fine shiny things and ill even throw in a free "use the well for takers" polecy!
Whadda ya say, you in?"
He offered to his peers, that being everyone interested.
Financial fortunes in wishing wells...
