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A Phantasy Star Part 19: The problem with witches

Checking their inventory, each party member then nods at one another before Fylec then leads the group south towards the Witches forest. Dead trees, half snapped, logs with darkened bark laying in their way, the party then makes their way towards a large hut with moldy straw strewn across its roof. Outside of the hut, the party sees a blonde haired woman standing against the hut with a blade being twirled by her.

Agnes: Oh! Newcomers, hello!

Berd: Well, hello there!

Agnes: Are you lost? You know where you are, right?

Looking at the party in front of herself, Agnes looks skeptically at the party members.

Fylec: Well, we are meant to find Madam Heathcliff. Perhaps you could show us the direction that she is in?

Agnes: You're straight to the point, huh? Well now, seems to me like you could have a problem on your hands there!

Jokesum: In what way?

Agnes: Well, y'all are in Witches forest. And you don't know where to go.

General: Look, Miss...

Agnes: I'm Agnes Applebottom! Ain't no Miss here but me!

Berd: Alright, calm your butt down!

Agnes: Y'all looking for a fight, or directions?

Fylec: In truth, there is four of us and one of you. We've dealt with taller beings, but would rather not fight you.

Taking out his lute, General Mood then strums away a calming tune.

General: Oh, Agnes Applebottom of the forest. Please forgive us of our trespasses. Do not fret, we mean no harm. Please show us the way to Madam Heathcliff.

With a twitch of her left eye, Agnes calms down.

Agnes: What a lovely tune! Boy you can play! Thank you for recognizing my name in that there played song, for me. You guys want Madam Heathcliff? She's in this hut, brewing away a potion of some kind. Have fun!

Giving General Mood a kiss on his cheek, then smacking his ass with a wink, Agnes leans against the wall once more. Berd and Fylec chuckle at General Mood as the party then enter the hut. With smoke bellowing out of the doorway as they enter, the party then see Madam Heathcliff stirring her cauldron within.

Madam Heathcliff: You boys are back! Oh what a lovely sight, for my sore eyes!

Jokesum and Fylec bow towards the witch as she stops physically stirring, though the spoon remains within the cauldron stirring at the brewing potion within.

Berd: We have you ingredients, Madam Heathcliff! Just as you had asked for!

Madam Heathcliff: Well now, that is a fine "how do you do"! I see that Phoenix feather upon your tieflings back, my it was a big bird huh fellas?

General: And I have the Trolls toes. Our Fylec, here, has your royals diamond necklace.

Madam Heathcliff: Oh you boys are amazing! Why do you smell like beer though?

Jokesum: Well, we had a bit of a fight in a tavern...

Jokesum hands Madam Heathcliff the giant Phoenix feather, by unlatching it from his back.

Madam Heathcliff: Ah, you met Elenor the half giant! I must say though that she was never a pleasant character! Always trying to steal from my land, taking what's not hers! I'm glad she is gone, good riddance!

Fylec hands Madam Heathcliff the royals necklace from his deep bag, this time it is the real thing and not a Major Image.

Fylec: I'm not going to lie to you, Madam Heathcliff, I stole this from the mayor of Raguul.

Madam Heathcliff: Well, serves him well to not be strutting around with it on his neck, don't it?

Berd: This I think is the case, he didn't notice Fylec though. I guess now though that the Major Image would be gone?

Madam Heathcliff cackles.

Madam Heathcliff: Oh you boys are good! Your reward will be life!

The party look at each other in shock.

General: Uh, thank you?

Madam Heathcliff: You are more than welcome, you have done me the favour of getting these items. So I will do you all the favour of not killing you, now that I can do this!

Throwing the three items into the cauldron, Madam Heathcliff cackles as a sudden shock wave erupts out of the cauldron engulfing the entire hut in a deep purple smoke. Outside of the hut the shock wave continues, as it spreads out the smoke vaporizes everything within its radius as the radius grows out of the cauldrons epicenter. As Madam Heathcliff continues to chuckle, the team realize that she is not the good kind of witch.

Fylec: Seems to me, we should have listened to the Mayor of Raguul!

Jokesum: This is our Dark Falz! Let's get to it!

With a swift slicing of his long sword, General Mood stabs at Madam Heathcliff deeply. Berd, shoots multiple arrows at her face as Fylec casts freeze attack causing her to remain where she is. As Jokesum's eyes darken, once again, his Dark Lord speaks to him.

Dark Lord: Eviscerate her life force, drain her energy! Become my vessel!

Holding his hands out in front of himself, Jokesums hands erupt with a massive three metre wide beam aimed directly at Madam Heathcliff and the cauldron still erupting the shock wave.

Madam Heathcliff: You forget yourselves! You are my servants!

The blast from Jokesums beam hits her side and shoots through her, then hitting the cauldron it destroys both entities effortlessly. The cauldron and Madam Heathcliff disintegrate in front of the party, the shock wave stops.

General: All good, fellas?

Fylec: I mean, yeah! She didn't attack us, so we are all full health.

Berd: Yo, Jokesum. You good bud?

Jokesum stands still, holding out his hands while staring at them. He feels power growing within himself as a few of the flakes from Madam Heathcliff land upon his hands and absorb into them. Turning to face his party members, Jokesum smiles.

Jokesum: Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm good! Holy...we leveled up three levels from that! Aces!

Walking into the hut, Agnes sees that Madam Heathcliff is no more.

Agnes: You...you killed her?

General: You survived? How?

Agnes: I was her servant, like a defense for her. I'm indebted to you, thank you so much!

Wrapping her arms around General Moods shoulders, Agnes kisses him all over his face while he squirms from being kissed.

Berd: Damn! Not going to lie to you, General, you're looking buff as *beep*! Oh, I now have the ability to sneak while regularly walking! Shoot in a bucket!

Fylec: Well, now that Heathcliff is gone, where to?

Agnes: I'm sorry for showing you some affection, I'll reign in it. You all want to be looking for Jean Montague, fellas been looking for some capable people to help him!

Agnes suddenly pinches General Moods butt with a wink at him after she speaks, causing General Mood to frown at her but then smile.

General: Alright, Fylec. Show Agnes the map and, if you don't mind, could you show us where to find him?

Jokesum: I mean, why don't we firstly find a decent tavern so these two can get a room?

Jokesum chuckles, followed by Berd and Fylec. General Mood frowns at his party then lets out a small chuckle followed by a cough as he looks at Agnes who looks really pleased at the sounds of that.

Fylec: Okay, okay. Yeah, let's find a town first and "get some sleep".

Agnes: I know who I'd love to bunk with! Your nearest tavern is in Cavenoor, a few miles from here.

General: Great, just great!