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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 19, 2011 18:24:13 GMT -5
Rosemary suppressed a slight giggle before taking another sip of her drink. This was cute, fun, and one the top of her best random meetings list. She wiggled her drink for a few moments as she went through the mental catalog of stories she had collected.
"I've been to Golfram on multiple occasions. Once when I was still living with my parents as a child. That time I met a rather interesting person with a split personality or... something. The second time I went when I was older to confirm a little tale I heard from an odd man in the Capital. I try not to believe the stereotypes but... Golfram? Oh it's all true." She snorted before taking another sip of alcohol. "In the darkest part of the marsh there lives a terrifying human woman. A witch. She rarely let's a victim leave her company, because, you see, she's a cannibal. Would you like to hear about her frightful life story and my little visit with her, or should I pick something more lighthearted to fit the bright and sunny day."
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Post by Nako on Mar 3, 2011 12:24:38 GMT -5
Davy had almost forgotten about his alcohol as he listened to the Tulgey talk. A witch? At Golfram? Really it shouldn't be of any surprise, but what was surprising that this woman had met her and lived to tell the tale. His grin was broad as he leaned a bit more toward her with clear interest.
"No no, a witch story be jus' the thing! Leave it to a Midori to be curious about the mysterious and occult."
Absently, he wondered if his own mother could be considered a witch. A good witch perhaps… and that may very well be what a Shaman would be considered in any other part of the world. Perhaps everyone is just a touch too scared of her to dare call her such a thing to her face. For good reason, too; the Queen of clubs was a foreboding woman when angry.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 5, 2011 23:55:08 GMT -5
Rosemary grinned, looking rather silly as she did so, "Witch story it is! You picked a fun one!" She took a quick swig of her alcohol before launching into her story.
"You may have heard the about a witch living in Golfram. Plenty of people have ventured in and haven't ventured out because of her. Her story starts before my visit of course, there's the legend of a child who once had a happy family. She grew jealous of her sister, who seemed to have amazing talents while she had absolutely nothing. So the child simply ate her darling sister in hopes to absorb her powers." The wolf-squirrel snorted, "She didn't get any powers, instead she got a taste for flesh of Cards. When her parents found the body of their golden child scattered throughout the house the of course threw the monstrous child out the door. And so with her taste for flesh she made a home of her own, luring people in and making them into soup.
Of course if no one got out of her place alive, people wouldn't know to properly fear her. I originally heard the story from a older man who had ventured into the swamps. He wasn't telling the whole story, you see, so I had to check it out for myself.
The Witch had a human form, and I admit that most human forms aren't terrifying, but this one? It was like she was one with the swamp, and on the way to meeting her there were dead bodies littering the path."
She shook her head and paused to take a longer drink.
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Post by Nako on Mar 6, 2011 17:01:36 GMT -5
Davy stayed quiet as she told the story, only giving nods or a raising of brows at what he was being told. A card who ate other cards? There were stories of such things; certain areas of the Midori even had a thing for body parts, but they didn't consume them. They were more often used in spells and used to hold enchantments than anything else.
Bodies littering the path? No doubt that rightly stunk, especially being in a swamp and decomposing. Must have been worse than Lowlander stink. His nose wrinkled just slightly at the imagery. Terrifying human forms. Now that was interesting. His own mother had told him that she was considered terrifying before she had a magical intervention to counteract her physical appearance. This woman would definitely have to meet his mother.
The woman had paused in his story, and Davy physically squirmed, taking the cue to drink more of his own drink that was nearing the bottom of the glass. He set it back down, the cubes of ice clinking wetly before settling.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 10, 2011 0:02:58 GMT -5
She launched back into the story. "I came across the woman, and was utterly terrified. Of course, losing my cool I probably would have been eaten, so I decided to play it smooth. I introduced myself to the looming figure of the human woman. I told her I was a Bard, and she was completely perplexed by the statement. So I told her I collected tales.
Apparently she thought I collected people's tails," she grabbed her own fluffy tail and wiggled it to illustrate a point. "She considered that interesting enough to let me live and see her house. It was a humble little place and smelled of strange cooking. She offered me whiskey as it was the only drink in the house. After trying not to spit out the liquor since it burned like hell, I got to talking to her about confirming her life story. Eating her sister, the tales of the other people dying by her hands, serving guests people gumbo..."
She gave a long sigh, "How detailed do you want me to get into this? Since after this point things get rather... sketchy."
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Post by Nako on Jun 6, 2011 22:11:58 GMT -5
Davy's expression often turned to near disbelief at the things she said. Other times just intrigue. Really, a person that ate their family? That just sounded insane. He'd heard only in passing about cannibals, and personally didn't think they still existed as he'd never seen one himself; nor had anyone he knew given an actual account of seeing one. Or rabbits, for that matter. When he'd inquired his mother about rabbit years ago, she'd told him that dreaming of rabbits made you fall in trouble more often than not, and not to bother with it. He took that as a vague response meaning not to worry about myths. Or something. Sometimes his mother was just really weird.
The bartender refilled his drink, going a little easier on the rum and a little heavier on the lime. Davy did not argue with it; having something to keep his mouth wet without the liquor was welcome.
"Well, ya certainly can't leave me hangin', now! Tell me da story how it's meant to be told! Sketchy details make da story half da time." His chipmunk tail gave a lively swish behind him as he eagerly awaited more of the story.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 13, 2011 18:53:08 GMT -5
"I knew there was another reason why I liked you, sketchy details away then!" The wolf mix finished off the rest of her drink before launching back into tale. "You will be happy to know that most things about Golfram are true. The legend I asked about had various bits and pieces. Of course it was missing the most violent pieces.
The witch truly believed she absorbed her sister's power, and claimed that she punished her parents for throwing her out of her child hood home. Her taste for flesh was quite massive, and she made a point of luring outsiders into her home to destroy them. No one was really safe when it came down to it, as she could easily terrify a "normal" Golfram and wouldn't think twice about eating anyone who rubbed her the wrong way. I was treading on thin ice actually asking her about all of her exploits. Being a Heart she had a bit of an upper hand when it came to fighting, and causing pain. And from my understanding she had quite a few curses she could cast any any simple object."
She continued to elaborate about the gory messes the Witch had told her about. Along with the various ways people had failed to beat her. It was a long list of things that parched the wolf's throat. She finally finished with a delighted grin before taking a sip of her fresh drink.
(( OOC: I didn't feel like having her talk out the entire lengthy thing, forgive me for summarizing.))
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