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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3825844" data-attributes="member: 4936">Wrapped up in the moment, Jacen doesn't notice Belinda's approving appraisal. He beams at Belinda and Marie, and gestures in a sort of, 'everyone gather round' sort of way."All right, I heard this one from Montgomery Windemere, who was recently knighted, so we call him Sir Windemere...anyway... This is the tale of Sir Windemere, and Vine Creeper."He pauses, to signify that he was now beginning the narrative, then begins."Not altogether far from here, the Bog of Mists clings like fungus on an old hoary tree trunk to the marshy lowlands where the middle fork of the Trident River empties into the sea. There's a little hamlet there of fishmongers and their families who've lived in the bog for ages, and know its ways and secrets. They live in huts that are built on stilts, and wear broad, flat shoes that let them stride over the mud without sinking in... Anyway, it's to this hamlet, called Nuban's Bay, that Sir Windemere came. He was answering a call for help sent to the king. A call that said a monster was stalking them by night. A monster they called the Vine Creeper."The tale isn't too terribly long, even told in Jacen's somewhat verbose style...which he learned mostly from listening raptly to the 'old windbag Windemere' as he happily told his tales to the young Musketeer. The essence of the story was simple enough...people had seen a monstrous plant-like thing shambling around not far from the village, and then at night, one person a night would disappear. There would be wet slimy marks in long slicks, and other physical evidence indicating vine-like manipulations. The twist was when the sharp-eyed Windemere caught sight of the Vine Creeper himself, and realized that the creature, while frightening in appearance, could not possibly have done the deeds attributed to it. Bravely he waited for the fog-choked night to fall...only to do battle with a bog witch and her tamed pet giant octopus! She was attempting to provoke the villagers into fighting the vine monster...which as it turned out was a natural guardian of a magical node in the swamp that the witch wished to control. After working out the truth and defeating the witch, Sir Windemere returned home to retire...this being his final tale of adventure.(hee...originally I was going to write it all...then I realized it would be way too long to be a post. Maybe if I get a creative tickle I'll put it all in the OOC thread sometime. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />  Dunno if you'd like a die roll from Jacen to see how well he performs the tale...)</blockquote>

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