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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: The witches materialised in the great hall of the Undercity's Royal bunker - Queen Elspeth's court. / "Our dear cousin," spoke the Queen. "And young Krakatoa too!" / "Should we kneel?" asked Krakatoa. / "I think it's a little too late for that," answered Guðrún laconically. / "It has come to our attention," the Queen continued, "that the Clwydian Town Crier Network has use for skilled impersonators. It would be a shame if your talent went to waste." / [[Krakatoa has shrunk to a tiny size. This is metaphorical.]] / Elspeth: And this must be Atra. That dress must be pretty chilly - would you like me to light a fire for you?
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Queen Elspeth looms menacingly over Guðrún and Krakatoa.]] / Narration: "So," said Guðrún, "You know everything, right?" / The Witch Queen boomed: "We know that you know exactly which laws you were making these two... girls... break! And what penalties said laws prescribe!" / Guðrún said nothing. / Elspeth: However, since we are an absolute and arbitrary ruler, we hereby pardon you. You have already been burned, after all, and we can only conclude from your actions that chopping off your heads would not make the slightest difference. Besides, we think it has all turned out nicely, don't you? / Narration: Guðrún's attempts to keep a careful pokerface were rendered futile by the sighs of relief from her companions.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Elspeth: Indeed, in your rejuvenated state, you may be able to do things for us that were not previously possible.We estimate that you, Guðrún, have lost some 10 years, and you, Atra, fourty to fourty-five. However, you will both keep that a secret for now. Dismissa. / [[Atra and Krakatoa fade.]] / Narration: At this, Atra bristled."How can we - "
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: But they were back in Guðrún's castle. / Narration: "Atra!" said Ragna, as the others stared at the eldest witch. Atra herself looked down at her own flabby arms and her wrinkled, liver-spotted hands. / Narration: The illusion was a good one, but if she concentrated, she could just about see firm muscle and smooth skin. / Narration: Krakatoa made her excuses. "I really need a bath right now." She still had demon slime on her. / "Me too," said Guðrún, remembering the large looking glass that was in the bathroom.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: That left Atra and Ragna alone with the baby. / "It's a boy," said Ragna. / Atra: Have you got a name for him? / Ragnarok: Well... only the names that Tamlin and I thought up together. I don't think... / Atra: Karakatoa helped us with the birth - helped save both your lives. She.. she told us about a friend who died fighting demons. Harold Potzenmacher. / Ragnarok: Harold... I like that. / Narration: Ragna held up the baby. / Ragnarok: He looks like a Harold.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[The Corbies and Wythllew at their Yule dinner. The feast consists of heron, weasels, baby chicks, mice and a wild chicken. Lerouh holds a bowl full of eyeballs.]] / Narration: Winter isn't the best time to carry out nefarious schemes, but it's well suited to sitting around the house and plotting them. The faerie Wythllew and her new friends, the Corby family, therefore took their time. Wythllew joined the family for they Yule feast... / Leroukh: Not even the eyeballs? / Wythllew: All's least the eyeballs!
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Wythllew, who was unfamiliar with the human custom of exchanging gifts at Yuletime, made up for her faux pas two weeks later... / [[Wythllew introduces Ottar to the Corby family. Ottar is a green faerie.]] / Wythllew: This faerie will toil for you twelevemonths, unseen and steadful. / Leroukh: You're giving us a slave? / Wythllew: Nay...
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Ottar: Serfdomrite is most importful ritual in faerie life! I've waited years for to out-carry it. / Mags: He's cute: We'll take him! / Leroukh: Hmmm... / Mags: No more dirty laundry, torn robes and bird droppings on the floor, ever! / Wythllew: In the deed. / Leroukh: All faeries? / Ottar: Strange but seem it may.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: One cold day in Janyary, the Corbies could not resist a little potshot at Atra the witch. A trap was set... / [[Atra walks through the forest carrying a small basket.]] / Atra [[thought]]: Man, I'll be glad to be back home... / [[Atra is attacked by three corvids.]] / Atra: Yie! / [[The birds chase her through the forest]] / Atra: Waaa!
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Atra runs away. Leroukh and Mags shapeshift into human form.]] / Leroukh: Ha ha ha ha! / [[Mags hugs herself against the chill.]] / Leroukh: She sure can run fast for such an old lady! / Mags: Good! She'll reach the waylay sooner. / Leroukh: You know, I really don't hold with that faerie stuff. / Mags: Well... It was you who introduced her to us in the first place. Let's go home, it's chilly.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Wythllew and Ottar wait for Atra behind a tree.]] / Wythllew: Hearest thou fallfoot, Ottar? / Ottar: Aye. / [[Atra runs towards a circle in the snow. She looks young, because the age illusion doesn't work for the faeries. Wythllew speaks off-panel.]] / Wythllew: There she be. But... / [[Wythllew speaks off-panel.]] / Wythllew: That's not Atra... That's a youthly lass!
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Wythllew and Ottar look on as Atra is confused by the Waylay circle.]] / Ottar: Well, it's O'er late. She's be-trod the Waylay. / Atra: ? ? / [[Wythllew and Ottar talk from behind a snowmound.]] / Atra [[thought]]: I would have sworn... / Wythllew: I should go for to tell my lieges. / Ottar: Can your lords not tell hag from maid? / Atra: Where on earth am I?
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Atra stands before the ruins of a hovel.]] / Atra: Oh! / Narration: At the end of the path was a place Atra hadn't seen in over fourty years - a place she had left as a teenager.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Atra's memory. She is berated and menaced by Bess Johnswort. Bess makes a potion. Bess is berated by Corvus Corax. Bess lies dying on the floor.]] / Bess: Be a witch, would ya? / Bess: It's not all herbs and communing with nature, y'know! / Bess: Ancestor's Bone, ground fine! Ashes from a Raven's feather / Corvus Corax: You've lost, old hag! You'll never fly! / Bess: No... but you will.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Atra turns around and walks off.]] / [[Atra arrives at the homestead and is greeted by Jodoque and Kel.]] / Narration: Shaken by the sudden flow of bad memories, Atra turned around and walked away from the ruin. It wasn't until hours later that she found her way back to the homestead, where she was greeted by looks of concern from Jodoque and Kel. / [[Atra sits at the table, staring ahead.]] / She poured herself a jug of ale and sat down at the table, where she remained until well after the others had retired to their beds.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Fishful! Leroukh: A young woman? / Wythllew: For a sooth! / Ottar: Aye! / Leroukh: It was Atra we chased. No doubt at all! / Leroukh: Hmmm. / Wythllew: Fishful!
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[A Racing Goblin runs through the snow towards the castle of Dungill Fens.]] / Narration: One February morning, a small creature was briefly spotted running towards the Ducal castle at death-defying speed. What it lacked in size, it made up in speed. And ugly. It absolutely excelled at ugly. / Narration: It almost crashed into the gate, but the guards had been forewarned, and had managed to open it in the nick of time. / Narration: The creature barged into Guðrún's private chamber, and came to a dead stop, brandishing a package and a clipboard. / [[The Goblin stops at Guðrún's chambers and hands her a clipboard.]] / Narration: "Duchess Guðrún?", said the racing goblin. / Guðrún: Yes? / Goblin: From the Witch Queen. Sign here.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Guðrún signs her name on the clipboard while the goblin waits.]] / Narration: Guðrún signed the paper and gave it back to the goblin, which took a sharp turn and dashed off. She opened the package. "All right!", she hooted. This was what she needed to keep the promise she had made late last year, and it carried a strong message that she was indeed expected to keep it. / [[The goblin runs off.]] / Narration: But it was brought to her by Racing Goblin instead of just being Transported into her lap. There was a message in that, too. / Narration: She grabbbed her broom and told her lady in waiting to "call Krakatoa Heklúdottir on the Crystal Ball network, and tell her to come to the house of ... uh ... Kel and Atra". It was not clear at the moment who in fact owned the house, but Krakatoa would know where to go.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Guðrún enters the homestead where Kel and Atra live. Kel fusses with the baby. Krakatoa sits at the table with Kel and Atra.]] / Narration: When Guðrún arrived, Krakatoa was already there. Kel greeted Guðrún coolly and made quite a show of being preoccupied with her baby, but Atra at least seemed more happy to see her. / Narration: "Where's Ragna?", asked Guðrún. / "I thought she'd stayed with you," said Atra, slightly alarmed. / "Rrright," said Guðrún. "That is strange, but let's solve one problem at a time." / The other women gave her a blank look. / [[Guðrún shows a key.]] / Narration: "I've got this." She showed them the key. Krakatoa got the message at once. / "YES!", she said. "Let's go and free that-" / "Uh-uh," said Atra. "Not me." / Narration: Still fussing over little Fay, Kel looked up out of the corner of her eye.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: "Look," said Guðrún. "We promised the elf..." / At this, Kel's ears really perked up. Kel disliked the Duchess intensely, but on the other hand, the mission that Atra was refusing to go on could be interesting. Besides, there was something odd about Guðrún... / Narration: Guðrún briefly glanced back at Kel. There might be some leverage here. / "All right," she said unpleasantly, turning to Atra again. / "If you really think that fire elf is a demon, have it your way. Kra's got a good education, the two of us will be able to handle it."
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: "Ha!", said Atra. "Did you really think-" Slowly, following Krakatoa's gaze, she turned in Kel's direction. / Narration: Much to Guðrún's surprise, Kel didn't jump up and argue. Instead, she seemed immersed in thought, occasionally moving her lips as if mentally playing out several scenarios. / Narration: She stood up. / Kel: How long is this going to take?
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: "It'll take a night by broomstick," said Guðrún. "Something tells me it's not a good idea to Transport there again - and in any case, it's a lot trickier without time being stopped." / Narration: Krakatoa agreed, and if the mention of time being stopped registered at all in Kel's mind, she didn't press the issue. / "I'll wrap Fay up warm then," she said. / "WHAT?", said everyone else in the room. / Narration: Atra angrily grabbed Kel by the collar. She was surprisingly strong. / Atra: Are you seriously taking a three-month-old baby on a long flight to a castle owned by our enemies where there's a savage Fire-Elf and a fire that makes people younger? / Kel: Where I go, Fay goes.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: "All right!", said Atra. "I'll go and help the Duchess wrangle demons!" / "Ha!" scoffed Kel. "As if it's safe for you to take a long trip at your... age..." / Kel looked at Atra, blinking. For a moment there, she saw a young woman, instead of the elderly witch she knew. / Narration: "You were hit by the Fire, weren't you? AND you," she said, turning to Guðrún.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Guðrún, Kel and Krakatoa leave the house.]] / [[Guðrún, Kel and Krakatoa fly their brooms over the snow-covered landscape.]] / Narration: After that, Kel insisted that she should be the one to go - she wasn't going to leave Fay behind, but promised to keep the baby away from the Fire. Guðrún decided that a part-elvish witch would be more likely to keep the Fire Elf at ease, and so that evening, three witches and a small baby left for a night flight to Iceland.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Kel and Krakatoa help Guðrún control her broom.]] / [[Fay sits quietly but wide-eyed in Kel's rucksack.]] / [[As the witches land, Fay starts crying.]] / Narration: Guðrún turned out to be a considerably less skilled flyer than the younger witches, and they had a few problems with turbulence, not to mention fatigue. / Strangely, Fay remained silent all night, sometimes sleeping, sometimes taking in the surroundings from her carrying-sling in wide-eyed bewilderment. It wasn't until they set foot on dry land that she loudly insisted on breakfast and a change into something more comfortable and less dirty.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: Feeding the child through five layers of clothing took a while. The other two took the opportunity to confer. / "She is pretty reckless," said Krakatoa. / "Indeed," said Guðrún". I dread to think what that child will grow up to be like. But..." / Krakatoa: What? / Guðrún: I wish I'd had her under my wings when she was younger. / Krakatoa: Well, there's an opportunity here... what with the Fire being nearby... / Kel: Hmmmm.. Someone would be delighted to control a teenaged half-elf. You know whom I might be speaking of. / Krakatoa: So let's... / Guðrún: Let's not, and say we did.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[Guðrún instructs Kel.]] / [[Krakatoa and Guðrún unchain the Fire Elf.]] / [[Krakatoa and Guðrún push the Fire Elf towards the oven containing the Fire of Ungdomma.]] / Narration: Before they entered the remodeled bedchamber, Guðrún briefed Kel on her task. / Guðrún: The elf is weak, but there's no way to predict what it will do once rejuvenated. The process is apparently very unpleasant, and these creatures were said to have vicious tempers. Kra and I will carry out the actual release and drag it into the oven. When it comes out, we'll be right behind you. Cowering, no doubt.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: The elf was pushed into the oven. Because of the terrible state it was in, they waited for an hour before letting Kel open the door. / "Watch out for sparks," they said, rushing out of the room. / Narration: Kel opened the door, carefully pulled out the elf, and backed off. / [[The Fire Elf snarls.]] / Narration: The creature had obviously been restored to its former vitality.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: [[The Fire Elf stands up straight, glowering with red eyes.]] / Narration: Once recovered from the shock and pain of rejuvenation in the Oven, the creature raised itself up, making Kel feel a dread not unlike that caused by the sight of the front of a Viking ship. Its eyes now glinted and glared. / Narration: Kel glared back. / Narration: Just when one of them would have to look away, the elf shot a burst of flame from its hands, scorching Kel's headdress.
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Narration: The fire from the elf's hands was regular fire - Kel was still the same age. She took a step back, still eyeing the elf. She considered whether she should allow herself to Change... If the elf didn't turn her vegetable form into brushfire, she might be able to entangle it, change back and... / [[Kel imagines herself wrestling the Fire Elf naked.]] / Narration: For the first time, she became aware of the elf's physical proportions, which were obviously and abundantly female. HA! Wouldn't Jodoque love to see that! A wry smile formed on her lips, puzzling the elf. What was she doing here anyway? Why was she, of all people, trying to fight a feral, half-mad magical being that was probably about twice as strong as her?
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