CERAMIC D.M. (not the current one, a year old)
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alsih2o
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Angcuru said:Well, I'll fill the open spot, since timble seems hesitant.
*cracks knuckles*
I didn't consider a career as a novelist for nothing...
EDIT:
....welll I would have, but it just started. Guess I'll spectate for this one.
bad timing angcuru, jump in early next time, and i iwll keep your name as a replacement should someone disappear...
NoOneofConsequence
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Message received and under...consideration?
Thimble the Squit
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I failed my Will save...
I suspect Angcuru's idea would have been much better than mine but, oh well...
I apologise in advance; I fumbled my Will save on this one. I just couldn't resist.
Anyway, here's my story:
The Hag and the Hive
I’m the guy with the knife. Handsome aren’t I? The girls love me. I actually love one of them back too, which is convenient – in a slushy, romantic kind of way.
Ophelia. I’d do anything for that girl. Except, of course, she’s not a girl anymore – she’s a bug. A bee, to be exact.
And that’s not so convenient.
Sycorax the hag had decided she needed a new queen for her hive and so now I’ve got to go in and convince the old witch to change her mind – and to change Ophelia back.
Which is why I find myself now, stripped naked in front of her cave, ready to dive into the waterfall, armed only with my knife, my wits and my staggering good looks. The things we do for love.
I’m not a terribly good swimmer; I don’t see the point in getting wet unless there’s a lady in the pool with you – and that doesn’t happen all that often, more’s the pity. Ophelia’s a very good swimmer – well, she was, before Sycorax turned her into a honey bee.
Ah well. I held my breath and grip my knife in my teeth and dive in. The waterfall gave me a pretty good pounding so I was already feeling beaten up when I climbed out into the hag’s grotto. Not a good start to a fight, really.
“Do you expect you can defeat me?” the hag cackled. She held her single eye in her left hand, her right hand was stirring something foul-smelling in a cauldron. She turned her eye towards me and my knife. “Little naked boy, you have no chance. I will shrivel your manhood with my magic.”
“Nah,” I said, trying my best to be cheerful. “The cold water already did that. You don’t scare me, witch.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true – I was bricking it, but I wasn’t about to let that show. Hopefully, my shaking knees would just seem like shivering from the wet.
“You turned my beloved into a bee – turn her back or I will blind you, Sycorax!” I proclaimed, brandishing my knife at the hag. I’m one of the best knife-throwers you’d ever meet; a flick of the wrist and she’d lose her eye.
Sycorax said something in a strange language and gestured at me with her ladle. My knife withered in my hand like a dead flower. Uh-oh. I think I said something clever then, like, “Meep!”
“Ophelia wished to be a queen,” the witch said, “so I put her in my hive. You can join her if you like.” She waved her hand towards the back of her cave and, with a word, the wall shifted and opened up like a window.
I could see a bright sunshine on a verdant field beyond and, hanging from a lone tree, a hive swarming with bees. In the heart of that golden honeycomb, I knew Ophelia waited for me.
“You can join her,” Sycorax repeated.
I had to think about that.
To bee or not to bee.
I suspect Angcuru's idea would have been much better than mine but, oh well...
I apologise in advance; I fumbled my Will save on this one. I just couldn't resist.
Anyway, here's my story:
The Hag and the Hive
I’m the guy with the knife. Handsome aren’t I? The girls love me. I actually love one of them back too, which is convenient – in a slushy, romantic kind of way.
Ophelia. I’d do anything for that girl. Except, of course, she’s not a girl anymore – she’s a bug. A bee, to be exact.
And that’s not so convenient.
Sycorax the hag had decided she needed a new queen for her hive and so now I’ve got to go in and convince the old witch to change her mind – and to change Ophelia back.
Which is why I find myself now, stripped naked in front of her cave, ready to dive into the waterfall, armed only with my knife, my wits and my staggering good looks. The things we do for love.
I’m not a terribly good swimmer; I don’t see the point in getting wet unless there’s a lady in the pool with you – and that doesn’t happen all that often, more’s the pity. Ophelia’s a very good swimmer – well, she was, before Sycorax turned her into a honey bee.
Ah well. I held my breath and grip my knife in my teeth and dive in. The waterfall gave me a pretty good pounding so I was already feeling beaten up when I climbed out into the hag’s grotto. Not a good start to a fight, really.
“Do you expect you can defeat me?” the hag cackled. She held her single eye in her left hand, her right hand was stirring something foul-smelling in a cauldron. She turned her eye towards me and my knife. “Little naked boy, you have no chance. I will shrivel your manhood with my magic.”
“Nah,” I said, trying my best to be cheerful. “The cold water already did that. You don’t scare me, witch.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true – I was bricking it, but I wasn’t about to let that show. Hopefully, my shaking knees would just seem like shivering from the wet.
“You turned my beloved into a bee – turn her back or I will blind you, Sycorax!” I proclaimed, brandishing my knife at the hag. I’m one of the best knife-throwers you’d ever meet; a flick of the wrist and she’d lose her eye.
Sycorax said something in a strange language and gestured at me with her ladle. My knife withered in my hand like a dead flower. Uh-oh. I think I said something clever then, like, “Meep!”
“Ophelia wished to be a queen,” the witch said, “so I put her in my hive. You can join her if you like.” She waved her hand towards the back of her cave and, with a word, the wall shifted and opened up like a window.
I could see a bright sunshine on a verdant field beyond and, hanging from a lone tree, a hive swarming with bees. In the heart of that golden honeycomb, I knew Ophelia waited for me.
“You can join her,” Sycorax repeated.
I had to think about that.
To bee or not to bee.
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