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12/21/2020 c36 Argyll socks
This story is amazing, I binged it in two days and I now cannot wait for more. I love the direction its taking and new original pieces of lore that the story's author is creating, as each new addition feels like it could have been apart of the original show. Anyway love the story and hope a new chapter is inbound soon and that the author doesn't 'Withhold' it from me. (Ha Puns)
12/8/2020 c36 17
Oh god... THIS WAS AMAZING! I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!
12/9/2020 c36 8Bookeater-otaku
Baba Yaga?
12/8/2020 c36 1Ms.Nicole-J
Oh my very interesting chapter, I wonder what the bargainer has in store for Jim. I wonder what’s going to happen to him when he uses those items.
12/7/2020 c36 3Dragon Mistress Syal
Ooh, the Bargainer's thoughts about how Jim would go on to do great things really excites me. I love in story foreshadowing like that.

So I was like "Baba yaga!?" the moment the house had chicken legs, and was more confused about Morgana being at all associated with that legend. Well the name stealing idea was cool in conjunction with how Fae-like the bargainer operates
12/7/2020 c36 shukkets
nice
12/7/2020 c36 20curry-llama
This chapter was definitely interesting! I love how you're expanding on the magical lore side even better than Wizards did. This definitely feels more like magic and whimsy than what we got. Keep up the good work!
12/7/2020 c36 15Vanessa Masters
Straightening his spine, Jim looked down at the crooked old trader and admitted, "Their opinions are second to me as long as they leave me locked down here. My personal freedom is non-negotiable, and I will leave of my own volition. I do not need their approval."

The old bargainer eyed him for a moment as if judging his mettle before smiling, "You are wiser than Merlin for knowing what you want, yet as foolish as Morgana for little forethought."

The woman ignored Jim's confused stared and instead turned to a doorway nearby. She hobbled on through it, staff clinking until the sound of rummaging and whispering replaced its clank. She was growling something about a lazy broonie before she leaned back out of the doorway, asking, "And what kind of skull cap did you need, boy? Some spells are specific about the type of species skull you use. Same for gravesand as well. Gravesand can come from any deceased troll technically, but most spells name Gumm Gumm ashes specifically."

Jim felt his stomach sink, realization hitting him like a truck. No wonder those items were impossible to find ... both were made from corpses. "W-what?"

The trader glared at him, her milky eyes glowing beneath her leafy hair. "What do you mean by what? Do you not know or did the spell not specify?"

Lurching back, eyes wide as he continued his internal freakout, Jim choked out, "I-it didn't specify."

The crooked figure grunted and then added, "Then it shouldn't matter. I'll give you what I have then."A moment later she came back with a jar of dark-colored sand and what looked like half of a troll skull made into a decorative bowl. The name Bert was even carved into the ornamental base. In fact, through his disgust, Jim couldn't help but note that was an odd name for a troll.

Looking up at the boy, her grin obvious even with her ivy hair, the trader continued, "And now for my price."

Pulled from his disgusted, telling himself he knew a price had to be paid for messing with dark magic, Jim straightened his spine, "Well, you don't seem the smelly sock type. Instead, I know a few magic spells, especially protection ones. I can even door a few heal-"

The wrinkly old being brought up a leathery finger and tisked, the staff she was holding suddenly glowing a pale purple as she added, "I have no need of an untrained mage's stone magic. What I do need is a vow."

Jim couldn't help but stall, his mind crashing into a cement wall. Here he had thought that was a walking stick, but it obviously was a staff. Yet, before he could even question that, the word vow punched him in the stomach. He might be a greenhorn when it came to magic, but Blinky's books had already mentioned vows. A vow was a bit like a boon apparently. The fae, a lost race related to fairies, were dangerous because of their boons: promises that were magically binding. Most boons had hidden clauses that caused a terrible backlash when unfilled or broken… unless you worded yourself very, very carefully. This woman didn't look like a fae, which were allegedly beautiful, but Vendel told him to be wary of magic promises all the same. The moment any magical thing thinks it's been forgotten, it will strike out with vengeance.

Taking a step back away from the fumes of the cauldron and the woman before it, Jim nervously asked, "What kind of vow? Likely it will not be worth the price."

The old female chuckled lowly, "Vendel was always a good teacher, the old grouch. Let's just simply say, magic folks always come a stirring at my door. One even stole my favorite name a few centuries back. So, while I would be glad to play a few games and possibly gain a new servant, I don't think you are worth the trouble. New mage blood always brings trouble and I want none of it."
—-

The real Baba Yaga!

But what did she slip Jim...
Should’ve taken her deal, Angot Rot.
12/7/2020 c36 92Lynse
I love this fic so much. Thanks for updating!
11/25/2020 c28 9EleanorGardner
Ok, the Creepslayerz are being hysterically funny here.
11/25/2020 c21 EleanorGardner
Aw, I love your take on how changelings are made!
11/25/2020 c11 EleanorGardner
Oooo, poor Jim!
11/25/2020 c9 EleanorGardner
It was hilarious!
11/22/2020 c35 Guest
I need more of this fic O.O
11/12/2020 c16 YES
I love this, that videogame analogy was amazing
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