Hags Cabin [Invite Only]
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		<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Carni on November 19, 2018, 06:01:46 am</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carni</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2018, 06:01:46 am</strong>
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				Higgens had been at it again in the kitchen on their small cabin. <br>Her enthusiasm for potions had not diminished with age, but her ability to remember the specific ingredients had faded with dementia.<br>She sashayed her huge hips around the kitchen, nearly knocking over the bottle placed in rows along the wall.<br>&nbsp;She crooned an old song- leaving out half the worlds as she only half paid attention.<br>&nbsp;" A tinsel and a bordle, a parley and a mortal- one again, two are friends and three beat round the murkle- hmm...hmmm&nbsp; hmmm"<br>She added dried frogs legs and chuckled meaningfully as she remembered how she'd gotten them.<br><br>She was distracted from her flow when a door opened, she looked up to see the other hag enter.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imago</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2018, 08:30:57 am</strong>
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				Bratch entered the kitchen backward, wheezing as she dragged a low wooden table through the entryway. Sparse strings of black hair lay slick over the warted ridge of her neck, tucked into the neckline of a faded grey dress where their splitting ends gave Bratch a perennial itch.<br><br>The unpleasant friction of table legs against floorboards drowned out Higgens' humming, not that Bratch was known for her hearing in the first place, and it wasn't until Bratch's backside bumped against the hot cauldron that she gave out a raspy yelp and turned around. "What balderdash are you cooking now, Higgens? I need the kitchen for washing."<br><br>The narrow table stuck across the threshold is indeed smeared with the vibrant colors of blood, slime, and ichor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carni</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2018, 08:55:35 am</strong>
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				Higgen's face contorted into a strange scowl at she looked at her relative bringing in a disgusting table. <br>The brew was boiling over the fire she had stoked and her potion needed just a few more ingredients. <br>"witch please. I spent half of the afternoon making us a beauty potion <br>so we can go out and eat some tasty morsels- and this is the thanks I get?!" she grumpily complained.<br>"You're gonna have to wait your turn"<br><br>Higgens unscrewed the lid of a glass jar which contained the hair from a princess- which they had collected a few months ago while it was still spring.<br>She noticed they were running low and decided to use all their remaining supply. They would be extra beautiful this time. As she let the long blond hairs drift into the boiling cauldron a sick smile traced across her long yellow teeth. <br>She crushed up some bones for longevity and nearly giggled as she sprinkled it into the concoction- which was now slightly glowing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imago</strong> on <strong>November 19, 2018, 11:55:51 am</strong>
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				A long, slow sniff brought the scent of floral hair treatments and graveyards into Bratch's enormous nostrils. "Hmmmm," she grumbled, turning down the corners of her thin, black lips in a sour expression. It wasn't in Bratch's nature to abandon an argument with her sister, but the anticipation of slaking her hunger was winning the internal battle.<br><br>"As long as you don't take too long." The hag thumped down clumsily onto the edge of the low table, ignoring the puddle of remains dampening her dress. "Where are we going today?" Bratch reached a long, clawed forefinger back and wiped up a gobbet of pink slime, then brought it to her mouth to be sucked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carni</strong> on <strong>November 23, 2018, 08:57:39 am</strong>
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				Witch Higgens remembered something.<br>She knew the people in the village, the one just outside the castle walls, were very cowardly. They were scared of all manner of lovely things. Ghouls, monsters and especially hags. <br><br>She knew that on the fall equinox that these people would gather together, for warmth and in order to "drive the bad spirits from their land". They would carry their torches, perform rituals and build a bonfire. <br>Of course their rituals didn't contain any real magic. Just believing it was enough to scare away the spooks was not enough, in fact she was tempted.<br>"Look Bratchwitch, tonight's the night. We are gonna raise the town. Thems gonna be having their lighty night with all their woo woo. We gotta go in there and grab some fine morsel before the potion wears off. Best best if we grab a princess again and can make more of this brew from her stringy bits"<br><br>Witch Higgens grabbed a glass bottle and dipped it into the liquid, submerging it in the glowing brew. When she drew her hand up out of the potion- the skin was no longer grey and saggy- but tight and youthful. She twittered gleefully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imago</strong> on <strong>November 25, 2018, 12:33:53 pm</strong>
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				Bratch narrowed her eyes. People folk weren't her favorite, not when they were still alive and talking and Bratch was supposed to be pretending and going along with her sister's schemes. Bratch preferred the company of her bats and rats and screechy creepy-crawlies most nights. But this time — her tongue flicked out the last bit of slimy meat from under her fingernail — the irritation would be worth it.<br><br>"Rodents and rattlesnakes, Witch Higgens. We need to get going now to sneak in for the fire and the shouty songs. Bottle me a beauty brew and I'll get what we need."<br><br>Animated by hungry anticipation, Bratchwitch kicked and scooted clumsily over the entrail-covered table, leaving it where it blocked the doorway. Humming to herself as hags do, she gathered rough ropes and wrist-wires, red-stained rag-gags, and an extra-long getaway broom for two. And if any spiders wanted to sneak up a sleeve and accompany her today, Bratch never stopped them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carni</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2018, 05:50:53 am</strong>
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				Seeing her sister get ready real quickish, Witch Higgens corked two glowing bottles with some nearby raven toes.<br>She dowsed the fire beneath her cauldron, which let out a dismal hiss as it was snuffed out. She opened up a nearby chest, which contained several pieces of clothing from their former victims--and found a simple grey peasants dress, the blood stains only flecking the lower half of the dress, minimally. She tied up her black, straw like hair in a bonnet and slipped on some black pointy toes boots, thinking the humans wouldn't notice them enough for them to give her away. <br>She put the two potions in a innocuous seeming basket and whistled as she stepped out the threshold of their cabin, knocking two times on the wood just outside the door for good luck. "alrighty lady thing, let's mosey over there and get pretty so we can do some gobbling" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imago</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2018, 11:05:23 am</strong>
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				Bratchwitch stuffed the kidnap-goods in her hag grab-bag, a small sack patched with babies' quilts. Her square wooden clogs thumped out the door after her sister's shinier shoes, and with muttered infernalities of "Cattlewarts and chewskins!", Bratch pulled the long black broom free of the entryway clutter where the straw had stuck. The sisters now wore similar dresses, but where Higgens' was clean, Bratch's bottom was smeared dark with dissection gunk.<br><br>"Don't you gnash about my rags, witchiggin! My knuckles twitch for rain and if it don't come in time, I'll wash in a trough and plaguey up some cows on the way." The witch pulled her tattered autumn shawl from where it hung orange and brown on the fencepost, and wrapped it over her shoulders. "March and scuttle time, youngling!" the witch said as she opened the gate, although the sisters never agreed which of them was older.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carni</strong> on <strong>November 29, 2018, 03:17:35 am</strong>
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				Higgens stomped confidently forward out of the house and through a thick grove of trees which had branches that reached up towards the sky like dried skeletal hands. She didn't notice this, or Bratch's dirty dress as the passed through the thick copse. She'd been this way many times before, but always slightly different so it never made a path.&nbsp; &nbsp;"HEY nibblewart, remembers you what we gotta do when we get town side? You've gotta use a real pretty mouth with speak slipping with those morsels... Not like past wise when you did that haggy cackle when that morsel made funny words.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hags Cabin [Invite Only]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imago</strong> on <strong>December 19, 2018, 07:11:06 pm</strong>
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				Bratch smiled wide, cracking the dry gray ridges of her lips. "Better get the cackle out now then!" And with excited wide eyes and shoulders jumping the up-and-down, the hag stood stopped in the not-a-path and took in deep swallows of air. Then, pushing her neck back so her teeth faced the sky, Bratch let loose a cackle that shook the tree branches and popped the clouds, sending thin arrows of rain down on the countryside. The screech lasted much longer than a human breath, and left a lingering fearsome feeling in the air. Abuzz with the wicked glee of shrieking, Bratch lowered her head and said, "I'll get to the sneakies and the slippy creeping past the trees. Now's time to enjoy a cackle while we's too far out for any peopley—"<br><br>Bratchwitch snapped her giant jaws shut and whipped her neck toward a patch of brambles behind Witch Higgens. A patch of brambles that had just rustled with the clumsy movement of whatever animal or person was trying to hide behind it.
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