toss a coin to your witcher (dumb duck trio)

[lifesa_witch]

"She used her dark magics on my husband, and now he sees her shadow in the mirror every night!"
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."

As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.

And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.

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[richestduck]

Scrooge had been at this nonsense for almost two days now and he was done with it. Not that he'd solved the issue but he just wanted to get away from the villagers.

Unfortunately, things were bound to escalate if he just gave them back their money and left. They'd likely hire someone else who was more interested in the money than in actually fixing things. Days like this, he wished he'd hung up his proverbial decades ago and simply focused on his business. But no. Here he was. Dealing with this kind of garbage again.

He looked through the various reports that he'd typed up onto his tablet, rubbing at his eyes. There was definitely something here, but each new report -- once he stripped out the baseless accusations -- proved that it wasn't likely a spellcaster at work.

This was getting him nowhere.

Snapping the cover on his tablet clothes, he slid it into his backpack and started making his way towards the crumbling manor. It was time to see what these twins were really like for himself.