Edited by Ruth Jenner, Thursday, 27 Nov 2014, 15:43
The three withes made their way toward the gates of Tzrauel. “why are we waisting our time “ said Azrael. “Tis fifteen years before we need to perform the wanderers task”. “Maybe so but we need something to do with those fifteen years and with all this dragons blood, where better to entertain ourselves then the great city of Tzrauel. We will find a whole manor of mischief in these city wall . Mark my words and besides best keep an eye on the little brats” Said Gither . On passing the city gates they noticed a dilapidated old Inn with a crooked door and a raucous breaking out in front of it between a bedraggled prostitute and a burly man of about six foot two who seemed insistent that he should not pay for her rendered services. “Seems as good a place as any” said Gither. The witches hurried down a darkened alley to the side of the inn and took the tinniest sip from a vile labeled dragons blood. Suddenly the women were transformed lush golden locks replaced Octavias grey beehive she pulled out a clip at the back of her head and her long hair fell down upon her enlarged bosoms, adorning her shapely figure, her eyes seemed no longer dull and lifeless but instead filled with the exuberant twinkle of youth. She gazed down at her well shaped buttocks and yelped with glee! Asrael too fascinated with her new silhouette swished her long hair with its perfectly formed curls from side to side. “My breasts” she exclaimed. Gither too looked rather astonishing she had beautiful auburn hair that hung just above her shoulders and brought emphasis to her rosy cheeks and lush red lips her eyes were blue and mysterious, she had a slim sought of hour glass figure and had a more kind of subtle beauty to the other two girls. Which in a way made her almost more beautiful not that Asrael and Octavia could see this. The three witches strutted into the inn and were met by a burly, unshaven man with half of his earlobe missing and a patch over his right eye. “I like this place already” joked asrael to Octavia under her breath . “SHHH” said Gither. “Are you the owner of this establishment” she said turning to the burly man. “Aye that I be” was the reply. “We will require a room with three beds”. Said Asrael butting in. “ Thar be no rooms tonight it’s the festival of the black stone this week every room in the city will be booked.” he smirked. “ Cause thar be room in myery large bed for three such beauties as you. The witches giggled. “You heard him sisters. Haha he wants to share his bed” said Octavia in a sinister tone. “And what would you want in return for this great service dear sir” said Gither holding her hand out to kiss. “I leave that to your pretty little imaginations” he laughed . “oh then we shall certainly be very imaginative” said Octavia with a grave laugh .
Mean while the duke, the duchess and the three children headed toward the eastern border of Meriadig.” where are we going” demanded the duchess. “we have to get to Andurin the Tsar will give us refuge there”. “Refuge from what” said the duchess. The duke looked at his wife sorrowfully. “Oh what a mess I have made of this, all I sought to do was protect him from his treachery”. “Protect who” said the duchess confused. “your speaking of Kratice aren’t you, but why I don’t understand” Kratice was plotting to dethrone the king, I had no choice . I had no choice! Pleaded the duke. “You killed the Kings advisor?” “I thought he would understand” “Tis treason to kill one of the kings advisors and yet you still expect him to be lenient, he knows not of Kratice’s plotting, he has no reason to think anything over then his best friend has betrayed him you fool. Said the duchess “But if I explained” said the duke. “Tish its your word against who exactly ?”asked the duchess ''everyone in the courtyard who heard me" said the duke. THe Duchess shook her head in amazement at his stupidity. "but he hates Kratice” he said . Yes but how would it look a duke kills the kings Advisor and gets away with it. Soon people would be wondering what they could just get away with. Mark my words your head will be off before your feet touch his soil you go back their friend or no friend”. said the duchess
The seas were calm that night and the shah-man pottered about the deck aimlessly before v anishing behind the mast and emerging in the form of a rat. He scurried along the deck and through a narrow gap in the captains quarters and plonked himself behind the captain. “What make thee of this Shah-man then” said the captain. “Load of mumbo jumbo to me said the first mate, I say cut his throat” “ I thought the same myself , but I cant help but think he might be some use to us yet with or without magical powers he’s a sturdy young lad and quick thinking too” Said the captain winking at his first mate. “Aye too quick thinking lets just spill his guts” said the first mate. “What do you think shah-man he said turning to the mouse. “I know its you” he whispered to the mouse, picking him up and dangling him over a candle “ and if you don’t face me like a man I’m gonna burn your little whiskers off .”suddenly a great explosion of green flame the mouse was gone and their stood the shah-man. “I think the little fairy was spying said the captain” the first mate laughed. “Why boy I have sailed these sees for twenty five years I have encountered sea monsters the size of ten great whales, I have met a whole manor of immortal beings in my time, witches, fairies, Trolls, Goblins and yet u think I can be fooled by a simple young shah-man like you guised as a bloody mouse of all things. My first mates right I ought to slit your throat here. Fortunately for you I really like treasure. Escort him to the brig he can stay there until we make port.
episode 8
The three withes made their way toward the gates of Tzrauel. “why are we waisting our time “ said Azrael. “Tis fifteen years before we need to perform the wanderers task”. “Maybe so but we need something to do with those fifteen years and with all this dragons blood, where better to entertain ourselves then the great city of Tzrauel. We will find a whole manor of mischief in these city wall . Mark my words and besides best keep an eye on the little brats” Said Gither . On passing the city gates they noticed a dilapidated old Inn with a crooked door and a raucous breaking out in front of it between a bedraggled prostitute and a burly man of about six foot two who seemed insistent that he should not pay for her rendered services. “Seems as good a place as any” said Gither. The witches hurried down a darkened alley to the side of the inn and took the tinniest sip from a vile labeled dragons blood. Suddenly the women were transformed lush golden locks replaced Octavias grey beehive she pulled out a clip at the back of her head and her long hair fell down upon her enlarged bosoms, adorning her shapely figure, her eyes seemed no longer dull and lifeless but instead filled with the exuberant twinkle of youth. She gazed down at her well shaped buttocks and yelped with glee! Asrael too fascinated with her new silhouette swished her long hair with its perfectly formed curls from side to side. “My breasts” she exclaimed. Gither too looked rather astonishing she had beautiful auburn hair that hung just above her shoulders and brought emphasis to her rosy cheeks and lush red lips her eyes were blue and mysterious, she had a slim sought of hour glass figure and had a more kind of subtle beauty to the other two girls. Which in a way made her almost more beautiful not that Asrael and Octavia could see this. The three witches strutted into the inn and were met by a burly, unshaven man with half of his earlobe missing and a patch over his right eye. “I like this place already” joked asrael to Octavia under her breath . “SHHH” said Gither. “Are you the owner of this establishment” she said turning to the burly man. “Aye that I be” was the reply. “We will require a room with three beds”. Said Asrael butting in. “ Thar be no rooms tonight it’s the festival of the black stone this week every room in the city will be booked.” he smirked. “ Cause thar be room in myery large bed for three such beauties as you. The witches giggled. “You heard him sisters. Haha he wants to share his bed” said Octavia in a sinister tone. “And what would you want in return for this great service dear sir” said Gither holding her hand out to kiss. “I leave that to your pretty little imaginations” he laughed . “oh then we shall certainly be very imaginative” said Octavia with a grave laugh .
Mean while the duke, the duchess and the three children headed toward the eastern border of Meriadig.” where are we going” demanded the duchess. “we have to get to Andurin the Tsar will give us refuge there”. “Refuge from what” said the duchess. The duke looked at his wife sorrowfully. “Oh what a mess I have made of this, all I sought to do was protect him from his treachery”. “Protect who” said the duchess confused. “your speaking of Kratice aren’t you, but why I don’t understand” Kratice was plotting to dethrone the king, I had no choice . I had no choice! Pleaded the duke. “You killed the Kings advisor?” “I thought he would understand” “Tis treason to kill one of the kings advisors and yet you still expect him to be lenient, he knows not of Kratice’s plotting, he has no reason to think anything over then his best friend has betrayed him you fool. Said the duchess “But if I explained” said the duke. “Tish its your word against who exactly ?”asked the duchess ''everyone in the courtyard who heard me" said the duke. THe Duchess shook her head in amazement at his stupidity. "but he hates Kratice” he said . Yes but how would it look a duke kills the kings Advisor and gets away with it. Soon people would be wondering what they could just get away with. Mark my words your head will be off before your feet touch his soil you go back their friend or no friend”. said the duchess
The seas were calm that night and the shah-man pottered about the deck aimlessly before v anishing behind the mast and emerging in the form of a rat. He scurried along the deck and through a narrow gap in the captains quarters and plonked himself behind the captain. “What make thee of this Shah-man then” said the captain. “Load of mumbo jumbo to me said the first mate, I say cut his throat” “ I thought the same myself , but I cant help but think he might be some use to us yet with or without magical powers he’s a sturdy young lad and quick thinking too” Said the captain winking at his first mate. “Aye too quick thinking lets just spill his guts” said the first mate. “What do you think shah-man he said turning to the mouse. “I know its you” he whispered to the mouse, picking him up and dangling him over a candle “ and if you don’t face me like a man I’m gonna burn your little whiskers off .”suddenly a great explosion of green flame the mouse was gone and their stood the shah-man. “I think the little fairy was spying said the captain” the first mate laughed. “Why boy I have sailed these sees for twenty five years I have encountered sea monsters the size of ten great whales, I have met a whole manor of immortal beings in my time, witches, fairies, Trolls, Goblins and yet u think I can be fooled by a simple young shah-man like you guised as a bloody mouse of all things. My first mates right I ought to slit your throat here. Fortunately for you I really like treasure. Escort him to the brig he can stay there until we make port.