Re: Through the Mists: In Character
The Witchy Sisters
The Old Bonegrinder
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"B-b-but she's mean and aeeeyyyeeh!" Offalia was shoved forward and stumbled into Sylvia's chest, her hands instinctively moving forward and clutching the Falknovian's breasts tightly to prevent her from falling onto the ground.
"Uawah!" She squeaked and hopped back a step, holding onto her pointy hat with one hand, and sticking her other palm out protectively, lest the brawny one pull out her axe and take it to her.
"B-but what if we do tiny evils? Like what if we eat dessert for breakfast? Or we put one in the pink and *two* in the stink? Or turn people into milk-producing, sex-addled --"
*CLANG!*
A pot neatly rattled off Offalia's head as Bella smacked upside the skull with it.
"Ahem! Don't worry. She'll heal just fine. Mother has a potion for it and it's not as if anything important is in that skull in the first place. Now! If you insist on going to the stables, then you can go, but you mustn't release anything in the pens. The people inside of them are comfortable and happy, and it would make things worse for them if you did anything foolish. They might... ehm... be excited to see you, but well... just, try to keep your hands off them if you can at all restrain yourselves."
Bella then smiled sweetly at Vita, while behind her Offalia wobbled back onto her feet, rubbing her head.
"If you like what you see from one of our cows, then, yes, maybe we could work something out to have you and your lady friend have a go."
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If Sylvia and Vita chose to go outside, they would find the rain coming down now, especially hard, with flashes of lightning overhead and peels of thunder not far behind. The path towards the stable was muddy and slippery, but if they went slowly, they didn't need to fear slipping, although they would be terribly drenched if they didn't sprint.
[Athletics or Acrobatics check DC = 5 if you choose to sprint, failure results in 1 HP damage and you slip slide into the mud and get both drenched and muddy]
Once inside the stables they would see their cart parked off in an open space on one side, and their horses safely housed in their own pens. At the dark, far end of the space, they would see two figures in the pens opposite one another, and beyond them a large pig - scratch that - a boar, who was rummaging around in the back.
The figures were moaning slightly, with blankets draped over their shoulders. As they drew closer, they would see that there was one young man and one young lady, both quite naked. The man had a cock that was, quite frankly, not human. It was shaped like an animal's phallus, perhaps a horse or a bull, and it was fully erect and throbbing. The young woman's breasts were quite big and full, and her nipples were hard and prominent. Both of them had their hands bound behind their backs and were wiggling slightly.
They each looked up at Sylvia and Vita and their eyes seemed to brighten.
"Is it time to be milked again?" The woman asked hopefully.
"Yes, please. I'll produce a lot!" The man said, eagerly.
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Back in the windmill, Bella and Offalia each sat down, with the younger one still rubbing her sore head and eyeing her sister reproachfully. Ireena took a seat nearer to Esvele and stared across at the sisters.
"You don't really seem to get along much, the pair of you," Ireena observed aloud, not asking so much as stating the obvious.
"Hmph. If you asked mother, she'd say we're both lousy and disappointing," Bella said with a shrug.
"Least she lets you prepare baking ingredients!" Offalia said with her arms crossed.
"That's because I've got the stomach for it, you wishy-washy twerp. *sigh* If it didn't mean years of crippled magic, mother would've gotten rid of you years ago."
"Yeah well, whatevs! Hey, pretty nun. You want some wine? Or mebbe somthing strooooonger?"
The youngest witch flew over to the cabinet with the curiously labeled potions, placing aside 'Youth', 'Laughter,' and 'Mother's Milk' and grasping one called "Snake Bite."
She brought this purple potion to Esvele and sat down cross legged in front of her, proffering the bottle.
"It'll really knock your knickers off! Try some!"
At that moment, Esvele sensed that her familiar, Nevermore, had suddenly come within 100 feet of her, and was getting closer, apparently zoning in on her after having been tracking Morgantha's progress throughout the day. That must mean that Morgantha was nearing her home.