Lightning stabbed the earth erratically, like the thrusts of an
Incompetent assassin. The storm raged over the canopy of the
Primordial forest. Wind driven rain roared and lashed the tops
Into a wild frenzy.

Trees danced and creaked to an ancient rhythm. Below a
Cauldron simmered and bubbled over a fire, that in the stygian
Darkness gleamed and winked, with the malevolence in a
Demented polecats eye.

Piercing the night with a strident shriek, a voice demanded
"�� When shall we meet again? "�� A younger more normal voice
Replied "�� I can do next Thursday, if everyone's ok with that ? "��