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The jester frowned at the group primarily because of the constant insults. He hoped they would make this encounter more exciting. A fight would have prevented them from giving up the artifact so easily. In his eyes, the fight would have tested their skills against a more lethal opponent.  Like with the last group that had spoken to him so rudely, he would need to punish them for their insolence. The jester moved like a flash towards the group. He made Howitzer his first target. Goibniu’s message to the GM didn’t go though. Someone or something was interrupted. It was likely the jester intercepting, so the GM did not interfere. 

The ranger’s back was turned towards the jester. He felt a hot, stinging feeling in his chest. Looking down, he noticed a dagger running through his chest. He couldn’t say anything; he could only reach out to the group.  His body disappeared while the jester closed the gap between himself and the group.  Going after Uriel next, he quickly cut the dark knight in half. This left the other players to attack. Uriel’s scream would have alerted the others of what was going on.  

The jester’s next target was Rath and Claudia. Making quick work of them, targeting Claudia’s legs to put salt in the wound. Finishing off the rest of the part with the group, they soon appear in Ocren’s capital city. The jester picked up the artifact with a smile on his face. “[color=fff200]Who’s the asshole now.[/color]” He muttered before skipping away. 

“[b]What the f- was that. We gotta call an admit or something; this is getting ridiculous.[/b]” Howitzer yelled out, stomping his feet on the ground.  Uriel looked quite angry, even though it was hard to tell because of the helmet he was wearing.  

“[i]Goibniu had sent one when we first encountered the jester. But he must’ve blocked it from going through. Maybe it would be best if we’re on our guard. And if we see him again, we will have to run like hell. Wait where is the artifact?[/i]” Uriel started panicking looking in his inventory. "[i]That son of a B- took it.[/i]"