Vinnie: Those Little Rats

Lithos was gone. The shitty little wizard of a goblin was gone. The damned little rat had fled. Well, he'd fix 'im. Run away from me? It was a good thing that Wish wasn't the only spell he'd prepared. I was gonna use it on Whisper, but fine: I can send a message to Lithos instead. Shitty little wizard... Now you get Vinnie's Malicious Messenger instead of your brother.

He'd enjoyed playing with the kid. Hell, he'd enjoyed playing with all of them. The expressions on their faces when the Senator keeled over? Priceless. They had no idea what had happened. Watching them flail around in the prison trying to figure out how to escape unnoticed using only what he'd offered? Fuckin' hilarious. He hadn't been this entertained in centuries. And then the goblin had gone and given him permission to murder everybody? Fuckin' awesome. 

Not that he needed permission, but that was part of the game. And he could use that. It was gonna be easy. Train him up. Give him a taste of power. Offer him more. And then promote him to a lich under my command. Durest's Bones, the kid was so easy, so fuckin' desperate for anybody to take an interest in him.

The others... Eh, they were good cover. A smokescreen. Nothin' more. And funny as shit to watch. He wouldn't miss the rogue -- a rogue couldn't hurt him, but rogues had other ways of making trouble. Which is why I was gonna send 'im a message. Specially since he took the halfling wit' him. But all right. Three followers. Now just two. And they were supposed to meet with Garm, so it was a good thing he'd charmed the everlovin' fuck out of Garm.

Vinnie eyed his two remaining followers, the dwarven druid and the human bard. He could do this with only them, and they were still useful to have around. If he had to fuck with the goblin mage at a distance instead of close up, he'd do it that way. Yeah, Whisper can get his messenger tomorrow.