C-BAD-003
Barista: Jennifer Hepburn
Date: Jan-6-2020
Receipt: C-BAD-003
Subject: Omens
Greasy breakfasts are the best for hangovers.
Jericho has it the worst, barely keeping his head up over his plate. I’m not winning any medals either. The whole table has been in various states of recovery, sipping coffee like it’s the only thing tethering us to the mortal plane. The Gross Wyrm is quiet—just kitchen clatter and the low crackle of the fireplace. Cozy. Almost normal
Except it wasn’t. Not really.
The 8-Ball sent us here on two Omens.
Wails of the dead are heard from howls of a black hound.
And far away, a king is slain, and a crow is crowned.
Rachel swears she saw the Black Hound. She was the only one sober, which gives her claim weight. But Black Hounds aren’t real. Not in the Irish folklore sense. Could’ve been a █████████, a ██████████, a ██████, a ██████ ███—even a █████. Too many real black dogs out there to assume it’s a legendary Death Hound. Or as O’Dwyer calls it—a ████████.
Then there’s the king. The 8-Ball is rarely literal. And never helpful. Could be literal—but Ireland hasn’t had a High King in centuries. Could mean ██████. He’s a Prince, not a King—but last we checked, he’s still alive. Unfortunately. Then there’s the Crow. Rachel saw one before we left—it gave her a set of Omens too.
First priority: find the black hound—█████, ███████, whatever it is. Then, we find that crow. The ‘king’ piece? We’ll figure it out once the others are handled.
Of course, the 8-Ball says this is all leading to a Dead End. So we need to plan accordingly.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“Black Hound of Death.”
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