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A headless one happens upon a cool, clear pool of water in the forests between Britain and Skara Brae. He stops to drink of this magnificent gift from the Gods and is instantly trapped in the water! Hearing his plaintive cries, his good friend the harpy comes to his aid but then she too is snared by this fiendish trap! (This raises 2 important questions: if the headless ones are headless, where do they take water in? And where does that funny sound they make come from? Anyway, back to the story...)

After much thrashing and gnashing of teeth, they spot a gentle deer grazing nearby and plead for a rescue. The deer hesitates for fear of the monstrous headless one and the fierce harpy, but relents and attempts to save the pair. Alas, it too falls prey to this seemingly innocent pond and is trapped as well.

Shortly thereafter, the brave and stalwart Mhoram Variol, upstart mage, novice necromancer, almost adept bard and all-around good guy happens by. He has spent much of his early life wandering these same forests, cleansing the wooded areas of the vile fiends that inhabit them to insure safe passage betwixt Britain and Skara Brae.

He has had a good day, so far. On this day he bested both a gargoyle and a reaper, and he feels jolly good about himself. He even successfully cast the advanced spell "polymorph" for the first time this day, achieving both a lovely green tint ALL OVER his body and a tremendous buff of +3! He is about ready to head back to Skara Brae, his home away from the Tower at MoonGlow, when he spots the trapped creatures in the pool.

"A-ha," he thinks to himself, "more phat lewt!" He confidently steps to the edge of the pool and fires a tremendous firebolt at the harpy, but he misses! "This cannot be!" he fumes as he resets the spell and fires again. Unbelievably, he misses a second time! "Some dour magic is afoot if I miss at something as slow as a harpy," he thinks to himself.

He moves away from the pool, into the forest, climbs off his horse and builds a fire, to help him meditate. He glances through his provisions and notices 3 dark purple potions. With a wicked, evil grin, he tosses one to the edge of the pool and backs away. The greater explosion potion detonates, shaking the earth and trees nearby and igniting a huge spire of fire, but the harpy, headless one and deer are all unharmed!

Muttering “Curses!â€

Atei wrote:dressed in pure white.

Actually, I prefer blue.

Thanks for the giggle guys

Drocket wrote:

Atei wrote:dressed in pure white.

Actually, I prefer blue.

Fixed. I hope you like Royal Blue.

This is the first time I have come across this posting. This is excellent storytelling, Atei. Keep 'em coming.

Homer wrote:This is the first time I have come across this posting. This is excellent storytelling, Atei. Keep 'em coming.

I have read your prose, lessons and poetry and wish I could write as well as you, Homer. Your writing is what I aspire to sir, and I am deeply humbled and moved by your praise. I wish that you could see the big ol' grin on my mug right now!

Thanks, sir.

Atei wrote:wish I could write as well as you, Homer.

I'd settle for being able to write as well as Atei.

*sighs*

*hands Atei a T-Shirt* ;


"I was honoured to bask in the Glory of Drocket, but all I got was this stupid T-Shirt"


Shame I can't give it to you in-game.
Your story was very entertaining. You write well. I must say that your efforts at keeping WoD full of flavour are admirable. It wouldn't be the same without you. You've definately got my respect, and I think it's safe to say that of nearly all WoD-ians.


-Marius the Unusually Complimentary
Forever Denying He Said It

"I was honoured to bask in the Glory of Drocket, but all I got was this stupid T-Shirt"

Marius, I will wear that t-shirt proudly. I also thoroughly enjoy reading your prose, sir, and you have my admiration as well.

Many thanks for your words of praise!