#cometdance

               It wasn't easy to locate Caim's camp, but Urick managed. He couldn't not-find it, not on today of all days! Caim was going to get it good. Urick had saved his best prank for the prick of pricks. As the murderous man slept, Urick set down a large crate in the middle of his and Zero's camp. Miraculously, he managed to not wake anyone up, not Caim, not Zero, not her nice, though questionably intelligent dragon, no one. They would wake up, of course, oh were they going to wake up once Urick was done with this.

               Backing a safe distance away from the camp, Urick brought up his scythe, and began to focus. He wasn't good with magic, but right now he had to be at least a quarter decent. With one wave of his weapon, he would soon unleash it's magic attack, sending two waves of energy into the camp, but most importantly, toward the crate. Today was Urick's lucky day, because one of those waves actually managed to hit the crate, tearing it open and unleashing the fury of at least three hundred previously trapped Faeries.

     The small creatures now zoomed around the camp, making a mess of things, screaming            profanities at/making fun of Caim and his teammates, and being general nuisances.