A sorcerer with a speech impediment summons a demon with similar verbal difficulties. Anger and animosity over being brought into this world softens and an unlikely relationship is formed. Hand sigils and sign language are used to communicate when tongues fail.
A skeleton wanders in the forest, swearing as it gets tangled in low hanging branches. In times of rain, it relishes the clean feeling as water scrubs it outside-in. It is occasionally chased by hungry wolves.
A sentient cottage cares for a heartbroken witch. Shadowy hands remove her hat and hang it on a peg by the door. They dry her cheeks, fix her a meal. A fire blazes welcomingly in the hearth and a grimore is set in a chair. Blankets are fetched. All she need do is sit, and read, and mend.
A pair of socks, mended by eldritch forces, gain sentience (though fortunately lack the ability to smell). With practice, they are able to shift their design and color. Throughout the ages, they witness the rise and fall of countless empires. Occasionally one gets lost in the laundry, causing the other to inspire grand acts of villainy and heroism to search out it’s lost partner.
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Kimchi and Justice 