Post by Seigneur Des Ruses on Jan 12, 2014 19:16:28 GMT
*On the path in and out of Wolfenden the hay seller known as 'Old Fred' was heading into Wolfenden for market day his rickety old cart stuffed full of hay as always. His old farm horse Beulah clip clopped along slowly. She and her master had been regular fixtures in the market for as long as anyone could remember.*
*Also on the path that day was a young lady she was dressed in a virginal white dress signifying her as a maid but rather oddly she combined this with a red shawl and hood. She was carrying a basket of mushrooms. She was another low level trader often seen around the market of Wolfenden and other surrounding villages. She was called Molly RedHood, she skipped happily along the path towards the town intending to sell her mushrooms for as much money as she could get.*
*Old Fred & Molly however were unaware they were being watched from within the tree's & Bushes that stood on the right hand side of the path and the watcher was far from benign.*
"Well, well, well. Now then what have we here.."
*The dark figure mused a malicious smile forming on his lips.*
"Unless my eyes deceive me it appears to be my first two 'volunteer's' of the day. Now then what fun shall I wrote upon them hmmmmmm....errrr. Ah I know."
*The figure stretched out one of his hands and pointed it towards Old Fred's cart.*
"Spell casting"
"I...G...N...I...T...E!"
*Almost immediately the hay in Old Fred's cart burst into flames. The poor old timer barely had time to fully register this before he had to jump from the cart to prevent himself being cooked alive.*
"What the devil!"
*He asked in disbelief and quickly as he could ran to Beulah and began trying to unhook her from the cart.*
*Molly, who was in front of Fred, heard the commotion turned round to look and gasped.*
"Oh Me Oh My!"
*she said and began running back to help. Again the sinister figures arm raised up, this time pointing in Molly's direction..he let her get with in a few feet of Fred and then spoke*
"Spell casting"
"T....R....I...P"
*Poor Molly was sent flying and crashed into Fred knocking them both to the ground in a heap. The malevolent stranger laughed it was an insane evil type of laugh*
"Oh...oh yes a most gratifying performance."
*he said while giving Molly & Fred a soft mocking clap*
Molly: "Are you all right?"
*She asked Fred as they both struggled back to their feet.*
Old Fred :"Yeah youn'un I'm fine but my horse and cart!"
*The stranger smiled*
"Ah well they have provided me with some amusement tis only fair I show them some appreciation, after all..Twas all in good fun."
*He once more raised his hand*
"Spell casting"
"T...O...R...E...N...T!"
*Poor Fred and Molly suddenly found them selves soaked to the skin as a great cascade of water fell from the sky onto them.*
Molly: "The lady of the Forrest preserver us! Whats going on!"
Old Fred: "I don't know young Molly but it feels like bad magic to me. The fire is out...so I says you hops up on to me cart and we beat us both a hasty retreat into town before anything else happens."
*Molly nodded and the two quickly mounted the cart, which although covered in soot had strangely been untouched by the fire itself, and made off towards Wolfenden as fast as the unsurprisingly startled and un-nerved Beulah could manage*
*The Stranger watched them depart laughing to himself*
"Well now if that's the kind of sport to be had in this realm then I'm really going to enjoy myself during my time here."
*He said with malicious glee.*
"My two playthings spoke of a town near by...Wolfenden. I think I will pay this...Wolfenden a visit and see what delights are to be found there."
*This said the figure emerged out on to the path. In the light his appearances could be seen and it was both bizarre and frightening to behold.*
*He had wild looking black hair and was dressed in what appeared to be a jester like outfit, without the hat, it was black and deep purple in color. Yet he had on a black cloak with red underlining, this along with the gold medallion he wore around his neck marked him out as a warlock.*
*Upon the medallion was the roman numeral V for five this signified he was a Warlock of the 5th level. The most disturbing thing about him though was the fact that his face was painted with black & White face paint in a manner similar to a jester. However there was something twisted and demented about the way he had painted his face.*
*This bizarre and unnerving individual set off towards Wolfenden.*
*Seigneur Des Ruses, The Trickster Warlock, Lord of Tricks, The Malevolent Prankster had arrived in the Knightmare Realm.*
*Also on the path that day was a young lady she was dressed in a virginal white dress signifying her as a maid but rather oddly she combined this with a red shawl and hood. She was carrying a basket of mushrooms. She was another low level trader often seen around the market of Wolfenden and other surrounding villages. She was called Molly RedHood, she skipped happily along the path towards the town intending to sell her mushrooms for as much money as she could get.*
*Old Fred & Molly however were unaware they were being watched from within the tree's & Bushes that stood on the right hand side of the path and the watcher was far from benign.*
"Well, well, well. Now then what have we here.."
*The dark figure mused a malicious smile forming on his lips.*
"Unless my eyes deceive me it appears to be my first two 'volunteer's' of the day. Now then what fun shall I wrote upon them hmmmmmm....errrr. Ah I know."
*The figure stretched out one of his hands and pointed it towards Old Fred's cart.*
"Spell casting"
"I...G...N...I...T...E!"
*Almost immediately the hay in Old Fred's cart burst into flames. The poor old timer barely had time to fully register this before he had to jump from the cart to prevent himself being cooked alive.*
"What the devil!"
*He asked in disbelief and quickly as he could ran to Beulah and began trying to unhook her from the cart.*
*Molly, who was in front of Fred, heard the commotion turned round to look and gasped.*
"Oh Me Oh My!"
*she said and began running back to help. Again the sinister figures arm raised up, this time pointing in Molly's direction..he let her get with in a few feet of Fred and then spoke*
"Spell casting"
"T....R....I...P"
*Poor Molly was sent flying and crashed into Fred knocking them both to the ground in a heap. The malevolent stranger laughed it was an insane evil type of laugh*
"Oh...oh yes a most gratifying performance."
*he said while giving Molly & Fred a soft mocking clap*
Molly: "Are you all right?"
*She asked Fred as they both struggled back to their feet.*
Old Fred :"Yeah youn'un I'm fine but my horse and cart!"
*The stranger smiled*
"Ah well they have provided me with some amusement tis only fair I show them some appreciation, after all..Twas all in good fun."
*He once more raised his hand*
"Spell casting"
"T...O...R...E...N...T!"
*Poor Fred and Molly suddenly found them selves soaked to the skin as a great cascade of water fell from the sky onto them.*
Molly: "The lady of the Forrest preserver us! Whats going on!"
Old Fred: "I don't know young Molly but it feels like bad magic to me. The fire is out...so I says you hops up on to me cart and we beat us both a hasty retreat into town before anything else happens."
*Molly nodded and the two quickly mounted the cart, which although covered in soot had strangely been untouched by the fire itself, and made off towards Wolfenden as fast as the unsurprisingly startled and un-nerved Beulah could manage*
*The Stranger watched them depart laughing to himself*
"Well now if that's the kind of sport to be had in this realm then I'm really going to enjoy myself during my time here."
*He said with malicious glee.*
"My two playthings spoke of a town near by...Wolfenden. I think I will pay this...Wolfenden a visit and see what delights are to be found there."
*This said the figure emerged out on to the path. In the light his appearances could be seen and it was both bizarre and frightening to behold.*
*He had wild looking black hair and was dressed in what appeared to be a jester like outfit, without the hat, it was black and deep purple in color. Yet he had on a black cloak with red underlining, this along with the gold medallion he wore around his neck marked him out as a warlock.*
*Upon the medallion was the roman numeral V for five this signified he was a Warlock of the 5th level. The most disturbing thing about him though was the fact that his face was painted with black & White face paint in a manner similar to a jester. However there was something twisted and demented about the way he had painted his face.*
*This bizarre and unnerving individual set off towards Wolfenden.*
*Seigneur Des Ruses, The Trickster Warlock, Lord of Tricks, The Malevolent Prankster had arrived in the Knightmare Realm.*