TITLE: Culty dulty
FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: al-fassi, järv
WRITERS: vladdi dad, zacharias, seraph
RATED ALL AGES
It begins. On a dark stormy night they meet, Al-fassi and Järv. Two kindred of two completely different ilk, at least one would things. The dark, TRUE, reality was that they had a lot in common. To much in common. 
”Did you bring it?” The fearsome Anchilla asked.
”It depends…” the old sage said.
”Don’t play games with me!”
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"I'm not playing games, I'm sorry Ancilla."
From his bag Järv pulled out an item of a weird mystical nature, he had found it on a travel in the woods and for some reason the Ancilla desperately wanted it.
"Is this the item you wanted?"

"Yes, good work." Compliments was rare from the old Tremere and it made Järv feel a weird warmth in his chest, where his dead heart was supposed to lay. 

"Now give it here." The Ancilla reached out for the object but Järv pulled it back.

"Not before ive gotten my payment." He had been promised something valuable by the Tremere and he would have it.
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Al-Fassi pulled out a magical object of great rarity. A stone phalus blessed by the elders of his clan. Järv took it and placed it in his own bag before handing a hand knitted goose to the ancilla.
"A equal exchange."
The Tremere mused, happy to see his new knitted friend. They parted ways, both happy with their gifts of equal value.

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