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Originally posted by dragon wench
You are forgetting your terrible transformation....are you sure you are still able to run?

*Mr Sleep Slithers from his cage.....oozes over and blubbers Me First, Me First!*

A figure appeared in the entry. An old bent woman in black rags, mumbling to herself and shuffling slowly into the room. As she entered she peered around at all of them. Then the old woman laughed and cast off the illusion.
"Greetings my fell sisters and ye others." She starightened herself up, the illusion of age replaced by her normal appearance. Long red hair and green eyes that gleamed with malevolence.

Originally posted by T'lainya
She starightened herself up, the illusion of age replaced by her normal appearance. Long red hair and green eyes that gleamed with malevolence.

...and a small rivulet of drool cascaded down the corner of Sailor Saturn's mouth Pavlovesque in its immediacy...

Outside the cave the sun was setting and in the village smoke raised to the sky from numerous small huts. The large figure that watched from the forest, found the warm light of the village an almost irresistable temptation. Yet, he know he couldnt go there, He had tried before, with other places like this and it always ended up with the villagers threwing rocks and wielding pitchforks.

He sighed and looked down at his image in the lake. He wasnt that ugly, atleast not compared to other trolls, so he couldnt understand why humans reacted the way they did.

He sighed again as his empty stomach reminded him of the last time he had anything to eat. A stray sheep had provided him with dinner that time and he was still drooling whenever he thought of it.

He slowly got to his feet, just about to leave in whatever direction his nose would poke in as he saw the cave entrance. His heart skipped a few beats as he realised it might even live another troll in that cave.

Full of hope he knocked on the door.

“Tripe?” Thought Waverly, “I’d rather have a nice fresh heart from a wayward traveler… but the mistress seemed to think it was a treat…”

After his dinner Waverly could not help but take long nap. Ever industrious, he decided to multitask by simultaneously wishing for very bad things to happen to that dreadful goblin the mistress inexplicably kept around.

Upon waking, Waverly crept back amongst the gathered and was disappointed to see that his wishes had once again failed to bring harm to the goblin. The rabble seemed quite worked up about something, but had as of yet done little about it except drink and draw on the blackboard.

Sneaking up behind an odd creature blissfully caged in the corner, Waverly moved in for closer inspection. “What is this thing?” he thought. “The mistress has certainly developed some odd taste in company.” Closer to the doorway a rather severe looking woman with obviously dyed red hair had captured the decidedly amorous attention of a diminutive little waif. Intrigued, Waverly hopped up onto the table to take a closer look at the most recent visitors.

Waverly's hop up onto the table sent a very slight jolt through the room- barely noticable, but enough to jar the frail body of the old hag in doorway enough to make her large head wobble, and one of her contact lenses to fall onto the floor, revealing a startling colored orb in its socket-- startling in its extrodinary plain-ness and uniformity of boring brown color that is.

Waverly continued to gaze at the creature in the corner trying to decern what manner of creature it was when lo! It stirred!

"I am FaMcs, the Mistresses Goblinhead Polisher, what do you want of me" it croaked in a hideously thin voice that strained with the effort.

Waverly backed away quickly from the sight, for as it spoke it rose from its position and the deformed body was clear to him. "I hesitate to ask" said Waverly hesitantly, "What exactly does a Goblinhead Polisher do?"

...but a shriek from the hag cut off the creature's intended response...

She/it scronked loudly "

T'lainya looked at the unkempt feline. "I had brought a nice fresh spammers heart as a treat, but that mangy beast is not deserving' She said with a smile. "Yshania my friend and colleague, i think the Waverly cat has glaucoma, as it's vision seems blurred. Now who's that at the door?" She thought briefly of a potion that called for fresh cat brain but decided the flea infested beast lacked in that department, as well as others. She also detested the stench of burning fur. "I also saw a furry rodent sniffing around the door, it looked like a ferret or weasel to me."

The old woman grabbed her head and squeezed, she was used to these migraines that frequently made her imagine things. "My contact falling out must have triggered that one. There's no cat". She shook her head from side to side to clear the cobwebs from her mind (and her streaky hair). Looking back up she was startled to see Waverly entranced with her Goblinhead Polisher.

Yshania observed the commotion in the doorway...trying to hide her amusement - but failing - she picked up T'lainya's glass eye and handed it back...careful to have picked off all the cat hairs first....

Noticing the troll peering over T'lainya's shoulder, she beckoned him in... 'I will get you both a mug' she smiled...

"...yes, a mug" she continued to herself, "a mug of Belladonna Tea"...

Originally posted by Witch King

"...yes, a mug" she continued to herself, "a mug of Belladonna Tea"...

LMAO!!

So pouring the mug of belladonna tea, she glanced around the room...'erm...Aegis Gameforalaugh? Could you please sip this, I would hate to serve a cold brew where a hot one was intended...that would not make me the best hostess' She handed the mug to the leaping, grinning, slavering pink thing 'I would test it myself, only I have cold sores and would hate to infect the mug'

Originally posted by Yshania
'I would test it myself, only I have cold sores and would hate to infect the mug'

*blubber* *slurp* *slither* Cold Sores can be very alluring..... *sleep slithers away again*

Yshania glances down at the slithering form of Mr Masochist...'hmmm...' she thought to herself 'it is looking both hungry and bored' She tutted at the so commonly associated eat when bored syndrome and nipped out the back. She returned with a scabby squirrel corpse and tossed it into a corner...she whacked a tea towel at Aegis Gameforalaugh's sudden interest in gulping down the full mug of belladonna tea...as Waverly looked on in marked disdain

Emerging from a stand of trees, fangs barred against the bright of the moon, he cautiously sniffs the air and is assured that she is near. He is not clear why she has called, but it was not his to question why. Squatting down on his haunches, he is content to wait. If she needed him, she knew where to find him.

The goblin continues ot sit happily in the corner, smiling, and gigilingly awkwardly.

The carpenter was largely ignored, so he took the opportunity to explore the Fae Cave a bit more. He rose unsteadily to his feet and walked toward the back room, weaving and swaying from the affects of the strong brew. He passed through a beaded curtain and entered the sleeping suite of Yshania. The large four-poster bed stood prominently in the center of the room, draped in multi-coloured, cheap silk fabrics. Mirrors were affixed to the ceiling. Ravi Shankar music emanated from a tape deck in the corner, and the smell of incense hung heavy in the air. Moving to the closet, he slid back the door that was decorated with a dog-eared poster of Shaun Cassidy. He was unsurprised to find several inflatable male dolls – full sized and anatomically correct, though certain proportions seemed a bit unnatural. Some of the dolls appeared rather worse for wear. He shut the closet door and wondered what interesting things the dresser might hold.

@Gwally
ROFLMAO


erm....you had better be careful, I think that Ysh might have a few horrid wilting spells memorized

Stalking haughtily after the errant carpenter, Yshania growled 'so you presume to enter the boudoir of your hostess without invitation? Not the best idea you have had since you arrived!!...I will put this indiscretion down to the brew' almost blushing she continued 'though I am not embarrassed by the corpses you found in the closet, I would take care about mentioning the poster of Shaun Cassidy if I were you!!'

She relaxed, somewhat satisfied, as the carpenter trembled and offered to carve something a little more detailed into the heavy oak posts of her bed....

“I didn’t think you would mind,” the Carpenter said as he carefully carved the ‘French Ticklers’ she had demanded into the bedpost. He glanced at the blackboard that held the miss-numbered ( ) list Yshania had made:

1) Seduction
2) Domination
3) Corruption
3) Deviation

“I jus’ thought that poking through yer private things would be considered ‘devious’,” he sanded the knobs and ribbing smooth, making sure there were no splinters.