a willy wanker and starts to slap him up and down the face like a punching bag

Mike Tyson jumps in and grins his teeth. He bite at Willy Wanker's...

little wonky ear. Meanwhile Ald'seran

Ald'Seran leads the group into the mysterious woods where witches are told to live. "It is said there is a great witch in the woods that can make you her slave," says Sald'Morack son of Ald'Seran.

She crept away in her quiet manner. Walked through the cave's opening and decided to build a fire. It was dank and cold. She gathered what pieces of kindling she could find and diligently worked until she had a good fire going. She knew they would be hungry and she would be ready to sear her chances of being needed. The beast would be tasty she thought.

Lost in the moment, the rustle behind her, startled her. She was quite surprised to hear the faint whimper and moan. In the blaze of the flames the shadows played tricks with her eyes. Surely it was just a child..surely

and while the powerful witch sensed newcomers the adventurers walk deeper inside the mysterious, dark, and misty woods.

The woods were wet and smelled of grasses, stomped and mossy. The leaves had gathered the droplets of rain. In the the veins the pools were starting to drip. I twas easy to drink in the green liquid, refreshment.
They were becoming tired and smelled the fire as they neared the cave opening.
A witch with wiles, she was. She loved company. She loved more their stories and how it brought her back to sweeter times. A twig snapped and a whimper awakened. Shadows looming over her frame filled her space

Meanwhile the party started running around in circles, they din't know if they were in the woods or in a cave, or just a figment of someones lame imagination...

The dark canopy had served its purpose to congregate and confuse the party. Such a simple misunderstanding had brought the strong men to their childish fear ridden state. It would again be a simple task to show her powers. She nodded her head in her knowing manner, raised her stick and cried out

I haven't had a man since

scratch last entry



... to the spirits. "Guide these poor beguiled men beasts, bring them to my hearth." Sipping her broth, she decides a pinch more of...

the powder she had in her pouch. It was not often she was allowed visitors, for she kept to herself, save only the sojourner that found their way into her presence.It had been some time since she had even felt the comfort of an embrace.

I suppose it was the manner in which she walked, slowly and labored. She kept all her belongings to her as she made her way through the woods. It was a comfort to place in away from her for a time.

Whimper became moan and the dirty spindled legs unfolded and stood. A tall one, hair matted and dirty, barely a rag held together. Her face or who could know, for the child was not more than becoming an age of accountability.

She walked closer to the child as the child backed away until the walls of the cave gave no more room to run. A cry , a scream, shrieking fiercely. She wrapped her arms around as the sobbing overcame child

The child's sobs ended as death embraced her. The ancient witch looked years younger from absorbing the childs life force. Gazing at her reflection in a slow moving pool, fed by an underground stream, lit by her fire. She nods, grinning in satisfaction...

in the meantime....

the adventurers are lost as Borash snorts loudly frustrated. A thing minotaurs do all the time.

Sald-Morack is annoyed as he looks at his father Ald'Seran.

"Where to now?" the young dark elf asks.

Ald'Seran eyeing Borash replies " To the north, we must make haste." Ald'Seran's eyes glaze, he utters, "I must have that staff..."

Borash snorts and replies,...

so it will be," he mutters and follows the agile dark elf dash quickly ahead.

(We shall see who will get the staff first) Borash thinks to himself.

Sald Morack eyes the minotaur before following his father further north

The minotaur grunts and orders his men to move ahead

The day becomes night as odd noises continue to fill the air.

"Nightcrawlers roam these woods and maybe even that witch that haunts it. We should be weary," warns Sald'Morack.

Ald'Seran unsheathes his scimitars and sees...

The hideous form of a shape shifter ( known for their cunning and guile)

taking a crap.Ald'seran approaches the figure cautiously. The shapeshifter seems somewhat in pain. Ald'seran calls out to Sald Morack "Have you got any

Bog roll?

"No" replies Sald Morack. Ald'seran stares at the shapeshifter with great pity. The shapeshifter releases a tear from its eye. The poor creature is constipated. Ald'seran suggests to