Eternity RPC Board
10-29-2019, 01:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-29-2019, 02:02 AM by Seperallis.)
"She did?" The crone asked the question with a furrowed brow punctuating her uncharacteristically forward and bare concern. Her eyes shifted once between her guests, first to the half-petrified mageling, and then the long-staring elf who simply nodded in silence. Millie slumped back in her chair slightly as she took the news, letting it sink into her a moment before offering a disbelieving, "No...what was it like?"
Nevina huffed slightly. "I suppose much like a werewolf: a great gnashing and thrashing of teeth and claws, pained eyes too intelligent for a beast-"
"No, no, what did it look like," Mildred interjected.
"Well," said Nevina tersely and with pause, "after I finished focusing on not dying, I estimated about 20 hand height, a somewhat ochre pelt-"
"Oh, no! She didn't!"The old witch raised a clawed hand to her mouth with her exclamation, her visage awash with shock and anguish. "How could you? Oh! Poor sweet little Timothy! He was such a darling boy..."
It was Nevina's turn to be in shock, her eyes slightly wider and brow slightly raised at the with's outburst. Words failed her for a moment as a reply ground out in fits and starts before finding them with pointed hand movements from her temple for emphasis.
"Mildred, what-...why did you make a werewolf?"
"Why are you killing them?" It was Mildred's turn to flip the accusations. "Oh my beautiful baby boys, how could you be so cruel to them! Please tell me you didn't make them suffer?"
"Them? Mildred, I- what them? Oh by the- Mildred! Of all things, werewolves?!"
It was Nevina's turn to slump back, shoulders and arms flung in her own disbelief as her eyes wandered the floating miscellany. Mildred, with arms cross and chin tilted slightly, with all the confidence of someone well within the right. "And why not? Veohr made them to inhabit our world before they were so unjustly exterminated. I was returning balance to nature, before you murdered poor sweet Timothy."
"Mildred," said Nevina, chopping the table for emphasis, "Lycanthropy is not some simple plague you can spread into the wild to goad hapless villagers into buying your tonics; you live only one day from Myerleigh and you released dangerous magical beasts into the wilderness!"
"I've never heard of this 'Merlot,'" huffed the witch, "but maybe they shouldn't have put their home in my werewolf preserve!"
"Mildred- ugh," Nevina sighed hard at her old tutor's stubborn insistence. To just release werewolves in the wild! The years had been long between them, but this was far from the prudent and shrewd woman she remembered; this went beyond zealotry for her profession, and seemed far to reckless an act for something like the old Mildred she knew. Chest heaving with another sigh, she asked, "Mildred, even for you, this is too much. How many are there? Where did they go? People must be warned before this goes too far out of hand."
1d20 rolled for a total of: 11 (11)
Nevina huffed slightly. "I suppose much like a werewolf: a great gnashing and thrashing of teeth and claws, pained eyes too intelligent for a beast-"
"No, no, what did it look like," Mildred interjected.
"Well," said Nevina tersely and with pause, "after I finished focusing on not dying, I estimated about 20 hand height, a somewhat ochre pelt-"
"Oh, no! She didn't!"The old witch raised a clawed hand to her mouth with her exclamation, her visage awash with shock and anguish. "How could you? Oh! Poor sweet little Timothy! He was such a darling boy..."
It was Nevina's turn to be in shock, her eyes slightly wider and brow slightly raised at the with's outburst. Words failed her for a moment as a reply ground out in fits and starts before finding them with pointed hand movements from her temple for emphasis.
"Mildred, what-...why did you make a werewolf?"
"Why are you killing them?" It was Mildred's turn to flip the accusations. "Oh my beautiful baby boys, how could you be so cruel to them! Please tell me you didn't make them suffer?"
"Them? Mildred, I- what them? Oh by the- Mildred! Of all things, werewolves?!"
It was Nevina's turn to slump back, shoulders and arms flung in her own disbelief as her eyes wandered the floating miscellany. Mildred, with arms cross and chin tilted slightly, with all the confidence of someone well within the right. "And why not? Veohr made them to inhabit our world before they were so unjustly exterminated. I was returning balance to nature, before you murdered poor sweet Timothy."
"Mildred," said Nevina, chopping the table for emphasis, "Lycanthropy is not some simple plague you can spread into the wild to goad hapless villagers into buying your tonics; you live only one day from Myerleigh and you released dangerous magical beasts into the wilderness!"
"I've never heard of this 'Merlot,'" huffed the witch, "but maybe they shouldn't have put their home in my werewolf preserve!"
"Mildred- ugh," Nevina sighed hard at her old tutor's stubborn insistence. To just release werewolves in the wild! The years had been long between them, but this was far from the prudent and shrewd woman she remembered; this went beyond zealotry for her profession, and seemed far to reckless an act for something like the old Mildred she knew. Chest heaving with another sigh, she asked, "Mildred, even for you, this is too much. How many are there? Where did they go? People must be warned before this goes too far out of hand."
1d20 rolled for a total of: 11 (11)