Nightmares and Dark Visions/ the return of the dark one

[Baba Yaga]

[align=justify:aecd83d70c]Bumping hard against muscle, duck flapping beneath the soiled grungy baggy bloomers that looked more like a gothic circus tent full of flapping poultry and gloomy looking clowns dressed in black, holding bunches of dead withered cactuses. The resounding words ”HONK HONK” only inspiring the decadents gravel-gurgled tones of ”OI OI OI… VEEEE ARE GETTING SOME PORK SVORD TONIGHTTTT ME WEEEEEE LIL DUCKY!!!! spinning around and around in Napalu’s direction as white feathers bloomed in the burped ale atmosphere. Baba Yaga out of control… spin, spin, spinning like a rhinoceros in a china shop and possessing all the hefty grace to accompany the metaphor. Just about to go in for the grope… to grovel with his grapes, kneed them like apple dumplings being prepared for her placenta brew. A frown and furrowed brow accompanying her dismay as her hand was taken away ”Awwwwwwww… Oi had forgottin what it was likeeeee to haveeee two birrrrds in the bussssh and ballsssss in mer handsssssss!!!” Bobbing up and down, bouncing all merry like as if she had swallowed too much brandy and now had a sudden burst of gleeful energy. Bubbled sneezes bursting to pour down venomous spiders upon the occupants had been turned into little painted turtles in the brightest of colors; some even having sunshine, lollypops and rainbows painted on their shells.

This ones taste was up the shitters... but surely a good sadistic woman behind him, or on top of him could straighten that out in two shakes of a livered lizard, strain of the potatoes , poke in the old custard, split the whiskers and go a few more bashings of  the one-eye gopher until it stopped squeaking. Another series of random sneezes changing the turtles into little mutant midget’s on gum leaves playing an array of assorted instruments and the jovial symphony of ”Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang” using springs and French letters for extra bass. The dance could not go without music to accompany, even as the dance somehow manifested into a massive tornado sucking up patrons, furniture into its cavernous mouth. Baba lifting her four chins to stare into its eye, having to squint since losing her glasses when Atra had sent her fat ass sprawling to all the four quarters. ”Eh… Sycorax you oldddd whhhhore, shut your legssss yah… your breeeeathhhh is sssstarting to sssstinkkkk, jah!! You surly idle-headed moldwarp, wayward bat-fowling clack-dish” Then mumbling incoherently to herself, head starting to reel, stomach seizing to airsickness, knotting only to twist and wretch; gagging reflex taking hold… voluminous mass working its way up from the bowels of her clenching festering womb only to suddenly drench Napulu in a swarm of festering maggots.

Boiled and pox tongue licking over lower dehydrated, cracked lips to chow down on those that wriggled like spaghetti over the brimful dish of lustful flickering, even sucks and certainly swallows. Fetch was one of those delicacies not even a witch could refuse. Right hand coming up to quickly utter ”Excuse me!” before a comical ”Whooooooopppppppp whoop-whoop-whoop” escaped from nowhere and another surge of vomit sang forth, this time no maggots…  instead techno-colored confetti... puffed out in multicolored tufted clouds; talk about Puff the Magic Dragon! Baba Yaga gave new meaning to the moniker of magic dragons, though she had never come across a good one that tasted like chicken, for some odd reason, they always tasted like play dough and ass??? Baffling to be sure, and no one could give better head than a dragon, just a shame you had to use ten tubs of peanut butter before one would even consider it. Baba knew, she had tried and received herself a rather hot set of flaps for the effort. Hot knickers and creamy catfish pie… Baba licked her lips just for the thought of it. ”Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang”

Giving a girlie giggle that sounded more like a strangled corpse in death-rattle getting banged by a harpsichord; wide toothless grin given while gums flapped loose in the g-force offering... wet, sloppy dot, slurping sounds- grubby, warty hands gripping his tighter as her heart left joy; yet again… that could easily have been the maggots finding discomfort in the change of heartburn and indigestion of rotting stomach acids.  Fighting to let his hands go, even after his had left… tuckshop lady arms flagging around in the vicious torrents of whirlwind and tempest generated from their little happy dance. The duck finally breaking free from festering knickers only to fly at Napulu, circling above his head only to have webbed feet grip the tufts of hair not wanting to be sucked up in the huge vagina in the sky. After being down Baba Yaga’s grundies who would want to go to a bigger gapping smoo hullabaloo? The duck thought differently and come hell or high water, it saw Napalu as the harbinger of all its misfortune.

Wings sweeping, sending more feathers into the air, the last that remained on its body only to leave a totally naked duck ’QUACKKKKKKKK QUA-QUA QUACKKKKKKK’. Beak jittering with terrified shrieks of torment, black beady eyes widened in absolute horror at the ordeal it had just suffered. White and black excretment... soggy poo- pooping from its pink and puckered orifice to dribble over Napalu’s shoulders. After all when duck is horrified beyond the horrors, it poops like it has never pooped before. Hot streams of duck doo-doo squirting to hit unsuspecting victims fleeing from the calamity in the eyes and mouths; screams ringing out through the demolition, sounds of gagging and profuse vomiting erupting as Baba Yaga was forced to let go of her loverboy. Claws gripping as she screamed out ”Nooooooooo my Romeo…..”, spinning again around….around…around….around….around…around. Left leg elegantly placed over right, then right over left in the most graceful pirouette anyone would ever see again, her screams still singing out into the night even as she kept up with that carousel of wayward banshees… would she ever see him again. The prince who had come to the ball, finally found his princess only to have loved and lost. Woe…woe to the old witch, loveless and now duckless. [/align:aecd83d70c]

[Viperstrike]

At sea Tim was well at home, but this tavern was not  his envronment and his unfamiliarity with this strange place was about to cost him more than just eight of his nine lives.  He had not seen Napu's tornado heading right for Baba at first, but then the low pressure of such a force pops his ears painfully and at once he knew, he had felt this sort of low pressure before.  He had gotten himself caught in a monsterous typhoon while at sea and such a feeling had alerted him to find a close shore to batten down his hatches.  He had no hatch to batten down this time, and in a desperate attempt to avoid getting caught up into it he scrambles as fast as he can to a corner of the tavern where he knew that the cyclone would not harm him.  He finds an open window to cling to and remains there, hoping that Napu's pets would not bother with him.  

" Grrrrr, I should have NEVER left the Lamminger's deck!  What was I thinking?!  "  He blirts out in fear.  "He could see his ship from the window, docked safely as it rocks with the ebb and flow of the tides beneath it's hull.  Now he wanted desperately to retreat to his ship but his body thought otherwise.  It was as if he was frozen in place like a mouse without a hole to run into.

[Dewiniaeth]

Dewiniaeth’s broom finally gave up and lowered from the sky.  Carrying the 400 obese pounds through the air was more than it was ready to handle any longer.  With a sound like the dying gasp of a wounded screech owl, the broom landed on the pavement outside the tavern.  Dewiniaeth bounced a few feet more, flesh jiggling like a putrid bowl of jello.  She came to a stop in front of the doorman.  Her forward movement stopped, however her various rolls of flesh continued to shake and convulse.  The violent movements sending various rotting carcasses of rats and mice rolling, sliding, and falling from her rolls of fat.  Dewiniaeth opened her mouth to scold her broom for simply dumping her but instead belched, loudly.  A slightly chewed mouse ear flew out of her mouth and landed wetly on the shoe of the doorman.  He bent to see what had hit his shoe just in time to be engulfed by the stench of the burp.  Practically a green fog as it crept up and over the doorman.  Dewiniaeth watched as he gagged.  He stood up, attempted to clear his lungs coughing.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on his ass, passed out.  

Dewiniaeth began to push and pull herself to her feet.  Folds of flab writhed like sea swells as she moved.  She stepped on a very rotted rat carcass sending maggots squishing out from beneath her foot.  Looking down she cackled and bent to retrieve her lunch.  She scraped the remains off her foot, licking her fingers to get most of it off.  She then turned and plodded through the door of the tavern, leaving a few would be patrons green and gagging.

Squeezing her bulk through the door took Dewiniaeth a moment, which gave her eyes time to adjust to the slightly darker interior.  She stopped inside the door looking around to find her “sisters”.  Raising her dress with one clawed hand, she scratched her ass.  Her hand paused as it found a bump.  Fingers squeezed and the pimple popped, puss shooting out to hit an unlucky man who had staggered behind her.  â€œOi….oi did not meanta be hurting yas..”, she rumbled with a wide grin.  But, since the man was down and out…..

Bending over, Dewiniaeth scooped up the man.  Clawed fingers feeling his flesh through the clothing.  Oh but he was a right fine one, all that dark hair and muscled as well.  She flopped him over her shoulder.  His face landed, sadly for the man, right next to her armpits.  The stains there giving away the fact that not only had she not bathed in centuries, but deodorant was unknown to her as well.  Had the man been awake, he would have passed out at the smell.  She waddled further in, in time to see Baba twirl out through the east wall.  As she continued to carry her new toy deeper into the ruins of the tavern, she stepped on something squishy.  Looking down, hoping it would be another rat, she instead found a pile of lard.  As she watched, it crept and slithered towards more of the same stuff.  Then she saw the twat land on a horn.  â€œoi oi oi..gie her a good un then!”, she cackled knowing she had just found Sycorax as well.

Dewiniaeth continued to barge through the tavern, rolls of flesh writhing as she walked, the poor man’s head bouncing against her shoulder as she carried him to a chair.  She plopped down.  The chair gave a horrified squeal and then just collapsed, leaving her sprawled on the floor.  She shifted the unconscious man settling him in her lap.  She continued to pet him with one hand.  She rooted around under her dress, finally finding a half eaten rat under a fold of flab.  She yanked it out and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as she waited for her toy to wake up.

[Viperstrike]

Tim holds  onto the window sill for dear life.  He felt he was far too young to lose it to Napalu's misbehavior.  Now fear was turning into anger, for he would not tolerate another misgiving after having tolerated so many in his life.  He wanted to finally live the life he had been yearning to live since his early adulthood.  A look of fear which had first taken his face, quickly changes to one of a determined pirate who was not about to let an undertoe take down his ship!  

He reaches beneath his ruffled shirt, and grips the amulet once more.  He knew it had the ability to protect him from disease, but had not known of the full scope of its power.

" NO!  I will not fall to another misgiving!  I've been denied freedom, happiness and love! I WILL NOT BE DENIED ANY LONGER!  "

Without consciousness of what he was doing, Tim holds the amulet right over the center of his chest, where his heart beats rapidly.  The stone within the amulet reads his every heart beat, and begins to glow a soft red, pulsating with the beat of his heart.  With every pulsation the red light grows slightly brighter.  

Gone is the look of a frightened man.  With ears a back, fur bristled, and eyes dangerously narrowed, the blood of a true pirate begins to boil within the young Sea Captain.  He now gathers enough strength to look around the tavern.  

" Would someone kindly tell me who is responsible for this act of devilry?"

Tim asks his question with a snarl in his beak and a growl in his voice.

[Altair Carradine]

"That's good I suppose... I tend to have trouble with finding the proper money..."

It was a lucky thing the last realm he had been in also used coined currency -  he had a good amount of it with him, after he'd done some magic for a noble. It was amazing, in planes with lesser amounts of magic users, how much some people would pay for enchanted items of any kind, or getting rid of that pesky bandit isses - it left a lot bigger impression when people weren't familiar with it, and it was usually an at least partially amusing day when he had to use it to fight people who had never seen a spell in their life...

"Somewhere else sounds good at this point... Ah... miss?"

He heard her yelp, and then a considerable crashing sound, and his eyes finally opened in surprise - the mismateched hues never looking directly at her, though - or anything for that matter. He looked in her general direction, though, so it might be a little more difficult to tell if he could see her or not - he saw her aura, and knew she'd fallen, but...

"What was that noise?"

It occurred to him that he still didn't know her name... he'd have to ask, but he just nodded to her for a moment as she walked away, to where he wasn't really sure, but... he could keep track of her aura at least. Unless she was just dodging him, in which case there wasn't a whole lot of point in that, was there? He chuckled just slightly to himself, closing his eyes again, sitting on the stool, and just waiting. Despite the fact that there's some kind of suppression field around this place, I was able to use my barrier... so what does that mean? It's an attack specific supressor, perhaps...? And if that's true, why is the mana in here so oppressive...? Perhaps that's the reason for the barrier in the first place... I'd have to be an absolute moron to try to throw an attack spell, supression field or no...

[Kyria_Stormblade]

Kyria finally just gave up waiting for the witch to pay.  At the best it had been mere hope that she would.  That Kyria did not receive any money was about what she had expected.  She made sure the bottle was where the witch could find it and made her graceful way back to Asake.  She had heard his question when she had fallen, but preferring not to remember that particular scene she decided to gloss over the subject.  

“It was nothing really”, she replied as she stopped by his side.  Her emerald eyes took in the various people, taking not of the changing appearance of the pirate.  â€œInteresting”, she thought to herself.  â€œYa said someplace else sounded more relaxing then?” she questioned Asake once more.  Receiving an affirmative answer, she smiled.  â€œPerhaps you would enjoy a walk along the docks?”

Kyria simply smiled as she thought about that.  It would serve two purposes, one it would allow her some much needed space from the elder.  And second it would allow her to check out the pirate ship.  If it looked promising, she could come back later with a proper disguise.  That would be the plan.  After all, she still had to sort out where she was, how she got there, and how she could get home..if she wanted.

Kyria waited for Asake to stand up.  She did not offer her arm, as she knew full well how cold her flesh would feel, even through the cloth of her sleeve.  Besides, just because he shielded her once did not mean he would be so helpful in the future.  Her watch word for the time being was going to be “constructive paranoia”.

[Altair Carradine]

"Nothing? It sounded pretty loud..."

He lifted a brow slightly, puzzled, but then he just shrugged a little bit - probably wasn't anything major, since she was alright, it was just... well a really weird coincidence... all kinds of weird things happening all at once. He'd seen a lot of weird things happen - but part of it was that he couldn't see them, and he didn't want to be around when the next random hurricane started out... Talk about unfavorable first impressions of an establishment...

"I think that's a safe assumption"

He looked over towards her, eyes closed once again, laughing just a little. It was probably the first time he'd come close to death just by wandering into a tavern and buying a drink. Well, without someone deciding they wanted to take offense to his hair or something along those lines. To be more specific, it was the first time he had wandered into an establishment and almost died as a result of collateral damage from what... really didn't seem like any kind of actual battle of any kind.

Suffice to say, Asake was not so much afraid as he was confused, and deciding to excercise a perfectly normal worry about objects flying at lethal velocities and slugs - or something of the sort - materializing for no apparent reason in his pockets. Hell, next time it would probably be something lethal, at that rate.

"Sure, though, that sounds alright. You'll, ah... have to lead the way, though. No clue where they are on my part."

He stood, and made as though to take her arm, entirely unaware of the fact that she'd never offered it, but he realized that almost right away, and put his arm back down, looking down a bit to hide his embarassment as he walked to the door, retracing his steps from before, and holding it open for her to move through first.

[Kyria_Stormblade]

Watching Asake Kyria made some quick assumptions.  One, she was fairly certain the man was blind.  This just made her truly wonder how in the hell he saw her.  Pondering that led to her second assumption, that he “saw” by something similar to Auspex.  This would explain how he saw through her illusions.  She walked behind him, noting his movements how he carried himself and how he seemingly easily avoided collusions with other people and objects.  Impressed, despite herself she grinned, green eyes glittering.  Perhaps there was more to him as there was to her.  Well, in time perhaps they could explore this more, for now, a simple walk past the pirate ship would suffice.

Reaching the door, Kyria stepped through, murmuring a thank you to Asake.  She waited outside, this time offering him her arm  It would be most interesting to note his reactions, as she did not think he was aware yet of what she was.  Given the chaos on the tavern she was betting her life, or unlife if you will, that this was no Camarilla ruled city where the masquerade was in full effect and forced down people’s throats.  She supposed it served a purpose.  After all it was much easier to get close to people if they were not constantly looking over their shoulders in fear of a vampire or some such.  However, every now and then it was rather enjoyable to taunt the local populace as it were.

As he laid his hand on her arm Kyria watched his expression.  She was not trying to be cruel or even toying with him.  She was quite sure should she even attempt a small nip he would simply turn her into a toad, or some such odious creature.  She had other plans for the moment and they did not include becoming a toy for a mage.  

She spent a moment looking around, noting where the dock was.  From her vantage point she could see the masts and spars of at least one large ship.  She assumed it was the pirate ship.  A ship that size would have a good number of crew on board.  Though one could hope that they had been granted shore leave and were currently whoring and/or drinking or drunk.  It would remain to be seen how well guarded the ship was.  If worse came to worse, she could always convince the guard that she simply wanted to make his evening more enjoyable.  Her lips twitched at the thought, knowing she would pick the guards pocket as well once he was captured by her illusion.  All in all it could turn out to be a profitable evening.

[Viperstrike]

As Tim asked the question of who's devilry plagued the tavern, he found that he was getting no response.  He came to the resolution that perhaps he should not toil with magic simply because he knew little about it himself, except for the trinket he had stolen from Sharvani.  It had occured to him that if he did indeed pushed the wrong buttons with a master of sorcery, he too may end up a victim of a sorcerer's spell.  His expression lightens up just a tad, but still holds suspicion.  

He then turns his attentions to looking out the window.  It was at this moment where he thought of his guardian, who had always followed him at sea.  He wondered now how his guardian was, since he had not seen her for the entire journey.  His worries would soon pass, as he watches from a far, as a magnificant sea dragon, with emerald, and aqua scales rises from the depths of the sea, to make herself visible to others that the ship on the dock was well guarded and lords forbid those who did not comprehend her assertive guardianship.   She gives  a gentile rumble from her snout as she swallows a fish she had caught beneath the docks.   This makes Tim smile.  Darla had survived the trip at sea.

" I was begining to think my dear guardian would not make the trip at sea.  I am glad my worries are now at ease.   Yet something remains a concern..  Intuition is nibbling at me like a rat to cheese.  Why is this?  Surely there is nothing to worry about here.  Sharvani was left behind days ago.  Yet this concern is also felt by you dear Darla, or else you would not have risen from the depths of the waters."  

He knew he had to leave the tavern to step outside.  What concerned Darla was now worrying him as well.   He felt a strong urge to return to his ship and he had had as much ale as he could stomach.  He leaves a handsome tip for his tender and makes his way to the door of the tavern without a single word said from his mouth, allowing his intuition lead him back to the ship which he had sailed in upon.

*Kyra you are welcomed to join me in the Lamminger awaits outside the Tavern thread, in fact, anyone who wishes to come there may come there now.  The more the merrier. ^^*