Chaoticspellwork Stories

Page Five of the grimoire of Hermeitis of the Nine Circles. While retrieving an old coat (cursed, obviously), Hermeitis discovers a magical contract written in living ink and signed in his own blood. The catch? It's dated for tomorrow-and he has no memory of signing it. To resolve the matter, he turns to his oldest and most unsettling ally: Fenwick Merryweather, a cheerful mage with a fondness for bone dust, screaming ink, and rituals that probably shouldn't be legal. What follows is a mildly catastrophic attempt to nullify the contract involving ghostwater, eldritch fire, and possibly a sentient pigeon. The contract may be gone. The consequences? Less certain.