Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 2: Medieval Village]
07-22-2011, 02:47 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
The Witch spewed out her "sorry" tale while Kekarie unwillingly listened.
"Oh, how long has it been since that fateful encounter? It was just an ordinary day in Pompeii, the two of us had just graduated out of our respective schools of magic and he was out and about doing some kind of gambling or somethingIdon’tknow. The important thing is, that he was there, and he wasn’t there for me. It is such a shame that man, so daft, he wasn’t really willing to look for what was in front of him, oh how many things we had to go over, but I digress."
<font color="#B2A807">As The Witch’s tale continued and her potion continued to take effect, Kekarie was obviously getting feistier. While it was forced to stay and listen, it hadn’t been given a time frame for either; unfortunately, it seemed that he was compelled to simply stay put and not attempt to run. Which, to be honest, was all it could have done. Had it attempted to run away, it would have just been moments before the stupid witch called him back. However little Kekarie was paying attention, one thing was obviously implanted in its mind. There was a Wizard. And perhaps he could help him.
"Now, we had a grand old time after that unfortunate eruption -totally not my fault- all over the world, it was lovely." The Witch closes her eyes and rocks her head, reminiscing over her good times. "The Tower of Pisa, The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Elvis’ Last Concert", The Witch continued her babbling for some time. "Oh", she later continued, "we had our bad times, but they were outweighed by the good! Especially after we had the baby..." She pointed at a picture of a young child and with the flick of a wrist, it was in her hands. It was a gray-scale picture of a young boy, smiling with The Witch and Berlin right behind him.
By the time she got to this part of her story, Kekarie was barley awake. It had somewhat survived "listening" to the rest of the tale with some carefully placed nodding, but as the Witch studied her new pet closer, she began to clench her teeth.
"Oh, is that how you are going to be you feathery asshole? No!" She said in an angry tone, "you are going to listen carefully."
This was, unfortunately, all that was required to make Kekarie reluctantly listen to her, to its increasing dismay.
"Now where was I.. Ah yes, my son. He was such a nice lad, too nice at times. Oh it was a nice few years of child raising me and Berlin had. We had something special, we really did." As she finished her sentence, The Witch began to tear up. "It was so sad how he just dumped me and destroyed so many years of marriage, just because I ate our son." After that, The Witch’s tears developed into full-fledged sobbing.</font>
Upon hearing the end of her story, Kekarie’s eyes almost popped out of its skull. Eating ones young is not unheard of in animals, certainly, but there was something about the way she presented it that had caused such a look of shock. It was after this that Kekarie knew what it had to do. The Witch was obviously insane. From what the wind spirit could make out of her sobs, after calming down, it would be sent to do something for her, confront the wizard or something similar. As The Witch continued her sobbing words, Kekarie only hoped that whatever orders given to it would be vague enough for it to plot around them.
The Witch spewed out her "sorry" tale while Kekarie unwillingly listened.
"Oh, how long has it been since that fateful encounter? It was just an ordinary day in Pompeii, the two of us had just graduated out of our respective schools of magic and he was out and about doing some kind of gambling or somethingIdon’tknow. The important thing is, that he was there, and he wasn’t there for me. It is such a shame that man, so daft, he wasn’t really willing to look for what was in front of him, oh how many things we had to go over, but I digress."
<font color="#B2A807">As The Witch’s tale continued and her potion continued to take effect, Kekarie was obviously getting feistier. While it was forced to stay and listen, it hadn’t been given a time frame for either; unfortunately, it seemed that he was compelled to simply stay put and not attempt to run. Which, to be honest, was all it could have done. Had it attempted to run away, it would have just been moments before the stupid witch called him back. However little Kekarie was paying attention, one thing was obviously implanted in its mind. There was a Wizard. And perhaps he could help him.
"Now, we had a grand old time after that unfortunate eruption -totally not my fault- all over the world, it was lovely." The Witch closes her eyes and rocks her head, reminiscing over her good times. "The Tower of Pisa, The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Elvis’ Last Concert", The Witch continued her babbling for some time. "Oh", she later continued, "we had our bad times, but they were outweighed by the good! Especially after we had the baby..." She pointed at a picture of a young child and with the flick of a wrist, it was in her hands. It was a gray-scale picture of a young boy, smiling with The Witch and Berlin right behind him.
By the time she got to this part of her story, Kekarie was barley awake. It had somewhat survived "listening" to the rest of the tale with some carefully placed nodding, but as the Witch studied her new pet closer, she began to clench her teeth.
"Oh, is that how you are going to be you feathery asshole? No!" She said in an angry tone, "you are going to listen carefully."
This was, unfortunately, all that was required to make Kekarie reluctantly listen to her, to its increasing dismay.
"Now where was I.. Ah yes, my son. He was such a nice lad, too nice at times. Oh it was a nice few years of child raising me and Berlin had. We had something special, we really did." As she finished her sentence, The Witch began to tear up. "It was so sad how he just dumped me and destroyed so many years of marriage, just because I ate our son." After that, The Witch’s tears developed into full-fledged sobbing.</font>
Upon hearing the end of her story, Kekarie’s eyes almost popped out of its skull. Eating ones young is not unheard of in animals, certainly, but there was something about the way she presented it that had caused such a look of shock. It was after this that Kekarie knew what it had to do. The Witch was obviously insane. From what the wind spirit could make out of her sobs, after calming down, it would be sent to do something for her, confront the wizard or something similar. As The Witch continued her sobbing words, Kekarie only hoped that whatever orders given to it would be vague enough for it to plot around them.