"The wrath of Lucy Lockjaw" - event chain!

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“Most folk are lucky enough ter get the luxury o’ six feet burial space ter their name. The less fortunate might only get one or two. But fer Lucy? Ah made sure ter dig that mad cow’s grave so deep ah could o’ handed her over ter Heyla mahself. But it weren’t enough, an’ still, she came crawlin’ back…”

Progress so far!

The following contains images of all Lucy’s known associates - along with their current whereabouts, and general state of wellbeing…

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(It won’t let me post links for some reason - just remove the space between the . and the com to get it to work!)

  • Lucy “Lockjaw” McAwley - at large.

  • “Doctor” Lilly Liver-splitter - at large.

  • “Lord Admiral” Octavia Skysplitter - captured, within military custody.

  • Iris Black - presumed deceased?

  • Quatermaster Gruk’Thrak - confirmed deceased.

  • Lady Floraylnn Skipshire - confirmed deceased .

  • Bloody Nora, Ruddy Nora, Duddy Nora (collectively, the “Nora Sisters”) - confirmed deceased.

In a nutshell!:
Hi all! Sorry for two semi-related threads, but whereas the other one I posted was related to one specific event, this one is about the whole plot/story arc overall! =) Basically, I’ve been running a few little events here and there for a bunch of different Horde side guilds, all linked to the bigger world-plot I have going, and so far, they all seem to have gone really well! I really enjoy generating RP for people - so I’m seeing if I can take this thing a little bigger, and if anyone else would like to get involved! =)

What?!:

Basically, it’s a series of small, inter-connected mini events happening all over the world, all linked to a bigger overarching story (that of the return, and rise, of one “Lucy Lockjaw McAwley”, and her attempts to claw her way to the top of the greasy pole of Azeroth’s criminal underworld, through any means necessary…), usually run by myself, that anyone can take part in! They’re not limited to any one guild (or faction!), and not everyone from a particular guild has to take part if they don’t want to - it’s basically a “Drop in whenever you like” free event service that everyone is welcome to join at any time! =) All you need to do is contact me, say you’re free, and we’ll roll!

It’s not necessarily a campaign in the traditional sense, the sort of thing where people of a few specific guilds gather together in one zone for a set period of time and fufill a series of big events until the campaign is over - rather, it’s a series of smaller events happening all over the world, for a longer period, that anyone can take part in whenever they fancy!

Why?!:
To generate RP, of course! I mean, people in the real world are advancing their careers, settling down with wives and children - but we’re pretending to be gnomes on the Internet! Might as well make the most of it, right?! My big hope is that the events related to this story, and the RP that comes after/as a result of them (as well as the IC rumour mill posts I’ll be putting here from time to time) give people the option of getting engaged in various going’s on, and offer something for people to kick-start an IC conversation about, if they’re a loss for something to do! Guilds can talk to other guilds about happenings, individuals can discuss with individuals - the events to give something to do, and the rest to give something to talk about! =)

What sort of thing does it involve?!
As stated, the over-all story involves that of Lucy Lockjaw McAwley’s attempts to rule the criminal underworld of Azeroth (and, eventually of course, the world itself…) - and all the trouble that spells for the civilian population, as well as the Horde and Alliance at large! Expect her hired goons to launch bandit attacks on travellers, raids on military shipping, attack player housing, send explosive letters in the mail, all kinds of things! With the occasional larger event and mini-boss thrown in to really splatter the walls, of course…

When, and how?!
Whenever! There’s no set time frame to these things - there could be a few a week, one or two a month, whatever people like! Whenever people are interested, and whenever I’m free to do them! All you have to do is /w me in game, or on discord and let me know if you’d like to do one - though occasionally, events might find you out in the wild!

I can be contacted in game on:

Kaitylinn, Cawford, Sckrink - feel free to ask for my bnet or discord there! =)

I’ll add to this thread as I think of things - but I hope to see people in game, and I hope people have fun with this! =)

All the best, fellow pretenders!

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Let me know whenever you need help, and I’ll do what I can for you. <3

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Thank u based Dreadbore <3 Any help is much appreciated! =)

Also! Here’s my IC rumour-mill so far; feel free to discuss any of these issues in game, as your character might well have heard the whispers from passing grunts or distressed civilians! Hopefully, it’ll kickstart some interesting discussions - and don’t hesitate to /w me if you’d like to investigate any of these goings on further!

The roads of Durotar have never been the most comfortable in Azeroth. The blistering heat, the roving standstorms, even the occasional bandit attack or flock of riled up boar have been known to harass travellers on the journey between Orgrimmar and Razor Hill, and beyond. But lately, as more and more Horde soldiers are pulled away from civilian areas to the front lines of the seemingly ceaseless war effort, so the bandit attacks - and the stories related to them - have grown more frequent; and severe. Far from the usual rouge highwayman or gaggle of cutthroats - these bandits are armed, organised, and fanatical. Those taking the trip between settlements are advised either to fly - or, if whatever reason this shouldn’t be, possible, to travel in packs; and more importantly, to travel armed.

You’d be surprised about the sort of things that get imported into, and out of, that hive of scum and villainy that is Booty Bay. From petty contraband all the way up to captured livestock, weapons, and even slaves - naturally, nobody in town batted an eyelid at the numerous, foul-smelling boxes of meat being delivered twice weekly from some anonymous benefactor to the wild-eyed, lonesome apothecary huddled at the back of town. Nobody paid much attention to the caskets of gold being sent back from her in return, either; honestly, most folks just wanted to stay as far away from that madwoman and her business as humanely possible. After all, the residents of Booty Bay know well from experience that it’s far better to keep your mouth shut, than it is to go around asking awkward questions…

Reports have started fluttering back from the grunts stationed at Orgrimmar’s main gate of a curious arrivals turning up in flotsam and jetsam at the most peculiar hours of the day. Numerous Horde civilians; elves, trolls, orcs, forsaken, as well as the occasional Alliance spy, have all come scrambling back to town - utterly ravaged, half mad with starvation and thirst, each bearing little in common with the other. Aside, that is, from the curious iron muzzles affixed to each and every one of them. Preventing them from eating, drinking, and reducing their speech to little more than muffled pleading, these masks have proven troublesome to remove - and on occasion, have been known to detonate when tampered with. Those few lucky enough to be successfully released from their confinement have been able to offer little of use when interrogated; but what the grunts do know, from piecing together what they can of the jabbering tales, is that each of them seems to begin with the unfortunate teller investigating the cries of a lone woman stranded by the roadside. Driven by morbid curiosity, or their better natures, each of them has offered to help her - and yet, strangely, they seem to remember little after the initial greeting, only recovering their senses some time later, suddenly stranded in the desert; wearing a heavy, stifling, steel muzzle…

Stories abound that the clattering sounds of industry can once again be heard from the long dead mineshaft in Hillsbrad Foothills . Local civilians, on the assumption that the affair must be military business, have largely been reluctant to interfere. Even more so, since those tragic few who did succumb to their inherent curiosities and investigate the matter further have yet to be seen again…

Loyalty to the cause? Listen kid; loyalty’s just a concept, y’ dig? An airy fairy feelin’ - sure, might keep you warm at night, but you know what’ll keep you warmer?! A blanket woven out of elf hair and children’s tears, that’s what! And only money can buy you that sort o’ luxury! So what if the boss man up north harbours the occasional so-called “International terrorist”?! Listen, we don’t ask questions alright- she pays the wages, we keep our mouths shut. Nothin’ against the Horde, just good business, y’know?!

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Sounds really interesting! Always down for some good criminal RP! Might start poking around Booty Bay a little. Would certainly love to see this further developed and done something with. Best of luck and hope to speak to you in game soon!

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Aha, thank you for the interest, friend - it’ll be fab to hear from you! =)

I do hope I can make a lot out of it -also, if you’d like to contact me on an Alliance toon (since I’m usually Horde-side playing zombies of some description…), feel free to give me a poke on my Bnet (Doc#23883); Lucy’s goons are perfectly happy to bother the blue boys as much as the red!

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Hey Kaitylinn

This is a great initiative. I, too, enjoy creating rp and events for people and have been using the bounty hunter community I’ve created as a vehicle to do this.

Link:

I’m currently out of the country but when I’m back I’d be keen to have a chat with you - perhaps we can collaborate on something to create some sweet RP! I’ve got characters on both factions

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Hey!

Thanks for the interest - and that sounds great! =) A bounty hunter would work really well in this campaign thingy, if that’s what you intended; perhaps someone who’s seen enough of Lucy’s shenanigans to have a clue about what’s going on, or similar!

Let me know what you think when you’re back - it’d be great to work together! =)

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Hey Kaitylinn

I was thinking of bounties placed on some of Lucy’s goons. Like for example there is trouble in Duskwood and it turns out that it’s all being orchestrated by one of her lieutenants - an Ogre in VulGol ogre mound! Just an idea

Feel free to add me on discord stevo#4510

Edit: this is Oln btw! Posted on wrong char

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It was unravelling; it was all unravelling!
Her glorious mutiny; so long in the making, so exquisite in the planning! So magnificent in the orchestration! Like music to her ears; the revolution of the crew, the expulsion of the old Admiral, the seizure of the ship and all cargo - it had all gone so…so swimmingly! So fluid, so smooth; like the lucid story of a dream!
A three point plan, too simple to fail! Seize the ship, deliver the goods, and reap rewards beyond imagining from her contact in Booty Bay! Why, even a CHILD could have done it, never mind a high bred elven woman as intelligent, mannered and graceful as Octavia Skysmasher!
And yet - and yet! For all that, somehow, SOMEHOW - !!
….A back hand to the jaw rapidly slams Octavia out of her bitter monologue, honing her focus in to the stern voice of her captor, and further still, to the groans and wails of her crew; all sturdy men bought and paid for with her contact’s money, yet now felled like mere flakes of wheat before the scythes of, to her astonishment, but a meagre rabble of just three loathsome interlopers!
“By the authority bestowed upon me by the Warchief - you are under arrest…elf”.
She scowled - elf?! ELF?! How dare this thing, this woman, this CORPSE now looming above refer to her as anything less than her official title?! She had ousted the old admiral, had she not?! She had seized command of the vessel and all its crew, hadn’t she! Did this not make her a Lord-Admiral?! Lord Admiral Octavia Skysmasher, to be exact?! And did she, Lord Admiral Octavia Skysmasher, not deserve to be addressed as such?!
“You will refer to me as LORD AD-!”
Another slap to the cheek suggested, perhaps, that the forsaken woman presently quick-marching her back to Orgrimmar in handcuffs would be referring to her by no such fancy title.
“I’ll refer to you by your prisoner number, when you get one, miss”
The forsaken woman continued, oblivious to Octavia’s petty groans and complaints.
“And when we’ve got you one, you’re going to tell me everything. About the money, about the cargo - and about your boss, Lucy…”

Woah; another event, another one of Lucy’s goons taken down, thanks to Raven Blackwood, and two plucky elves! The net seems to be closing in - leading them to Booty Bay; but is this another step closer to Lucy, or a red herring leading our heroes to their doom…?

Thanks to everyone who’s taken part so far; it’s been a blast picking random people off the street and getting them involved! More to come, so watch this space!

Also! Tornand - ah, that makes perfect sense! I love it! =) I’ll throw you an add; looking forwards to eventing with you!

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Really loved the event tonight. Was fun and had the right amount of mystery to it. And a fat reward as well. 10/10 would participate again. :heart:

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Well. That was certainly one bloody hell of an evening.
After all, it’s not every day that two pissing knife ears and a stuntie appear out of thin air and stab you no less than seventeen times in the chest.
Oh yes, seventeen. Believe me, I counted; twice, for accuracy. Rounding up to the nearest ten, of course. And this was only after the fat little dwarf just about crushed my bleedin’ ribcage - geeze, what are they FEEDING the podgy b**stards?!
I wretch; the blood oozing onto my chin as I turn to eye over the valley, stuffed to the brim with the leaking remains of my men - lying about, all sliced up in little bits, illuminated even now by the still leaping flames tearing through the ransacked carriage behind me. Bleedin’ lethal, them knife ears.
Cheeky buggers. Could have at least tidied up after themselves. They cleared out the gold, of course.
Oh yes! The gold - the gold we found in the carriage we ransacked! Bless, here I am, getting ahead of myself. You’ll have to bare with me; not got long left, y’see. Mind’s a bit scrambled - the thing don’t half make some leaps in logic when you’re on the verge o’ death! You try running a coherent narrative with a dent in your skull, s’what I’m saying here.
See, the gold were important - well, least to the boys, it was. Got needs ter satiate, ain’t they, and lasses and liquor don’t come cheap! But in the grand scheme o’ things? Gold didn’t matter half as much as they thought. The boss were gonna pay us double that when we’d finished the job anyway.
And oh, what a job we’d made of it. Thing o’ beauty, if you ask me. Still brings a tear to my eye! All around the valley, my boys had busied themselves with banners, flags, graffiti -even managed to smuggle some orc corpse in! A true work of art; damn this Lucy girl provides!
Yep, they’ll pin this wreckage on the Horde alright; the next set o’ folks who come walking by here. And that’s what Lucy wanted, you see. Ter make it look like it were all the Horde.
Cus it weren’t about the gold - it were never about the gold. That were just a distraction, while she busied herself releasin’ her friend, some rogue warlock or another, from some underground jail. An by the sounds o’ it - she got her out, safe and sound!
You should have seen the look on those elves faces when they realised they’d been had, that the carriage were just distraction from Lucy’s breakout operation! Priceless I tell you, true comedy gold! Until they uh…stuck the warlock too. Lucy scarpered, but as far as I could tell from the yelling, her friend wasn’t quite worth the jail break. Like I said, knife ears. And that dwarf…
I wretch again - crikey, it’s really getting dark now. Guess I’m dying alone then.
No, wait! Here’s someone; tall, thin… the elf girl who just wanted the gold, it’s gotta be! She’s back for round two o’ looting, I guess; to make sure she didn’t miss anything first time round!
Well, least she’s pretty -give a man something nice to look at as he slips off into the abyss, huh? Could be worse, ah guess.
'Cept…up close…now I see her, perhaps it’s my vision packing in but…she don’t look quite like I remembered…
Two cold, withered hands grasp at my jaw, wrenching my skull upwards. Eyes wide; I scream.
For but a second, everything flashes green.
…And then, it all goes utterly, utterly black.

Well; another of Lucy’s diabolical plots foiled, and another of her associates down, right fellas!

R-right…?

Oh boy; perhaps this isn’t the last we’ll see of Lucy’s “Warlock friend” Iris Black (tip: always check for the Soulstone, the gold will still be there after!)

Still, a whale of a time DMing once again - big shout out to Srett, Melare and Dimecrag for tidying up some hired goons Alliance side! But what ever could the fallout from all this be, we wonder…

Stay tuned for more, fellow pretenders - and as always, poke me any time to get involved! =)

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Looks cool, need to get my merry brogands in on this heh…

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Thank you frien! =) You’re very welcome to join in; the more the merrier!

Also; new fodder for the rumour mill! After all, Lucy hasn’t been twiddling her thumbs while you’ve all been fighting the good fight up north, oh no; far from it!

People have been going missing, you see. Civilians of all races, orc, tauren, undead - people just straight up vanishing from the streets of Orgrimmar, seemingly without a trace!

But more than that; more than mere civvies, suspicious absences have been busily depleting the ranks of the city Grunts, too! And yet, as over familiar as the Grunts can be after a few off-duty drinks; this time, none of them are talking. Indeed, most of them protest that nothing suspicious has been occurring at all, and are quick to silence those who might protest otherwise…

Be sure not to go poking around those withered bodies scattered at the back of town, neither. Consider yourself warned that the Grunts haven’t been taking too kindly to that - no sir.

So what’s going on here? Are the Grunts just trying to keep the spate of disappearances all hush hush to save face, or could there be other, more alarming motives behind their unusual silence?

Be sure to stay tuned, or better yet, dive into your Mystery Machine and get involved ; hopefully before Lucy and her cohort have the entire city go up in a puff of smoke!

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Several posters are pinned to the many Orgrimmar noticeboards.

"Any information regarding the person known as LUCY LOCKJAW must be reported to the HALL OF THE BRAVE.

She is suspected to be involved in a plot to POISON Horde soldiers. She is guilty of BRIBERY and BOMBING of Horde soldiers."

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Shout out to all the good guys and gals from the Hand of Conquest (amongst others!) who played a role in the events of the past few days - Orgrimmar thanks you for your service in keeping its citizens poison-free, and I thank you for contributing to the campaign I! =)

And yet again; one of Lucy’s conspiracies unravels, and another of her hired goons meets a sticky end - for real this time! One might think she’s getting bad at this; or maybe her enemies are just a little smarter than she’d been giving them credit for…

I’ll update this post with a story tomorrow; but rest assured, the food of Orgrimmar is once again safe for your stomachs! Though do spare a thought for our villainous mini-boss of the hour, poor Gruk’Thrak. Overworked, underpaid; and if several beatings and a Hand of Conquest polearm through the heart weren’t enough, it turned out that big black box he’d gotten from Lucy, which he dearly hoped was his promised cash windfall, was actually a pipe bomb! Can’t trust anyone these days - not even your shady employer, with her sudden but inevitable betrayal!

But of course, the shenanigans don’t end here; though before we can go after Lucy, at the top of the pyramid, we have to go after the equally mysterious Iris Black, the woman actually adding the poisons to the food supply at her request…

Oh yes: Lucy might be the kingpin of the operation, but Gruk’Thrak, for all his boasting, was just the drug pusher; the middle man between them, the one supplying the poisons for distribution…well, she remains at large.

Stay tuned for more folks, and join in any time! =)

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I love this! And thank you so much for running an idea such as this.

I’d love to get in touch and see if we can do something together, I’ll drop you a note in game :slight_smile:

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So here’s a little ditty; a corpse who would be pretty!? How the so-called “Lady” Skipshire planned and schemed! Your hands and feet and eyes; she’d wear them all with pride; the most magnificent dead girl you’ve ever seen! A lass who longed for beauty; considered it her duty, to wear the finest limbs that she could gather! Of course she wouldn’t ask - that’s far below her class! - she’d chop you up in quite a ghoulish manner! Be you a Jenny, Jane or Nancey; if your bits took her fancy, she’d wrench 'em off and claim them as her own! The waste parts in the bin, she never thought it sin, to rebuild herself to ever look more grand! Her servants always flattered; and your protests don’t matter - it’s beauty dear, you wouldn’t understand! Alas her plans were thrown, when some servants of the Throne, did give our girl a knock upon her door! “It’s military duty, we know you work for Lucy, give up the gig or we’ll put you six feet under!”. Old Skipshire did attack; with ice and ghoul and bats; turned out to be the Lady’s final blunder! They tossed her in the clink, she kicked up quite a stink, and now your precious limbs are safe from wanton plunder! So dearest friends take joy, for every girl and boy, can sleep soundly in the City with open door! And we hope your dreams are sweet, for your eyes and arms and feet, will be wrenched off by our Skipshire never more!

…So today we learned that poetry is hard, and I shouldn’t attempt it!

But still; another card in Lucy’s house comes tumbling down, this time in the form of one so-called “Lady” Floralynn Skipshire - a forsaken woman of all too noble birth, who reasoned that being undead was no reason to let herself go and began rebuilding her entire body with only the prettiest components available!

In return for a steady stream of only the most beautiful corpses, our dear Lady had been eagerly lining Lucy’s pockets with her family gold - but with Floralynn dead, and the revenue stream cut, Lucy might suddenly be feeling the pinch!

A huge shout out to everyone who’s been taking part in the campaign so far - (and please feel free to shout me out any time, Kyandrial! =D), and watch this space for more to come - after all, there’s still enough gold in Lucy’s pockets to fund the operations of a certain Iris Black…

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I can’t believe the big bads will die by my hand real soon.

:dagger: Soon, soon! :dagger:

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Some folks might tell you that Bloody, Ruddy and Duddy Nora were the biggest, baddest, best dressed band of brothers in all of Azeroth - that Warchiefs and Old Gods alike TREMBLED at the very mention of their names!
Those people would be lying. And also, those people would probably be called “Bloody”, “Ruddy”, and “Duddy” Nora. For one thing, they were hardly a band of brothers - especially since all of them were women. Making them technically sisters. Even if Duddy was, scientifically speaking, male. Which makes them a Band of Brother, plus two, we guess? Or how about Sister Squad plus Brother Boy?
Look, never mind all that; all that matters is that the Nora Sisters were, by their own admission, the scourge of the free world - and by everyone else’s, little more than a gaggle of bumbling brigands. A few tipped over bins here; a punted cat there, maybe a giant uh, manhood graffitied onto the side of the local pisser… nothing likely to cause a second Catacylsm, is what we’re saying. So when a certain Lucy Lockjaw came along, offering our troublesome trio the chance to cause some GENUINE trouble…safely assume they took on the job with wanton enthusiasm…
And it couldn’t have been easier! All they had to do, was subtly assault the Stygian Legion, subtly bash one of the rotter’s brains in, subtly blame it on the Frozen Paw - and let the real leg work do itself, as the current socio-political climate blew the whole incident - and the Horde itself - sky high into all out civil war!
This of course, didn’t happen. What, you didn’t expect three people called “Bloody”, “Ruddy” and “Duddy” Nora to have a concept of subtly did you? First off; Bloody (fittingly, a Blood Elf, and always the edgiest of the three) attempted to skewer an orc three times the size of her - and armoured to high heaven, with little more than a pair of letter openers. Naturally, she ended up curbstomped and ghoulified.
Next, Ruddy (a forsaken, of human origin - already wondering if this supposed sisterhood wasn’t more metaphorical than actual), energetically pounced upon the rear end of the Stygian column; unleashing a hail of bullets, all of which missed, before being herself brutally dismembered.
And poor Duddy? Well, so much for “Third time lucky”. Suffice it to say, what little remains of him is currently stuffed into a rubber sack, stinking up a public garden somewhere on the way into Azhara.
All in all, hardly the most successful attempts on anybody’s life. We’re not even sure they managed to pin the blame on the Frozen Paw either; they were so jolly obvious about it, they might as well have tattooed the words “ROGMASA WAS 'ERE” onto Captain Skabb’s forehead - which made everybody doubt that Rogmasha was behind any of this at all! Either way, the citizens of Razor Hill can sleep soundly again, knowing that their trash is well and truly safe from unwarranted tipping. And Lucy?
Well, Lucy can simply wait. There’ll always be more where they came from; another gaggle of halfwits eager to take a shiny copper in return a sniff of glory…indeed, there was exactly such gaggle heading for the Frozen Paw camp right now; the colours of the Stygian Legion blazoned proudly upon their chests. You’d be surprised what a keen eye and a sewing machine can get you. And if the Stygian Legion proper didn’t fall for her gambit…perhaps the Paw will.

Aaaaaaaand that’s three more out for the count!

RIP the Nora Sisters; Bloody “The Edge”, Ruddy “The Yipper”, and Duddy “The token male”!

Once again, it’s been an absolute JOY npc-ing for everyone who’s taken part; and of course, the events remain random and open for everyone who wants to take part, just give me a poke! Because why not; Lucy has LONG overstayed her welcome in the outside world, and her ally Iris Black is devising plans of her own, that will soon come to fruition…assuming Lucy doesn’t manage to turn the Horde upon itself first…

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