[OOC: For heroes who've heard of the wicked witch of the west woods, for lost damsels and innocent young things... for those wood nymphs she's feuding with... make yourself at home.] In the Dark and Dangerous Woods outside of the city, there is a Dark and Dangerous Path that leads off into the west wood
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...well, menacing until some of the nettle plants took one look at their visitor and burst into a happy dance.
It's so hard to find really evil minions anymore.
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Without turning his back on the plants, he craned his neck and called towards the cottage. "Hello?"
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This one looked like... well, an elf, maybe. With the pretty long hair. It wasn't wavy and glossy enough for a hero, but then some of them did show up in disguise. Rathlina decided to play it by ear.
"Welcome, traveller, to my humble home.
It's far in the forest you've chosen to roam."
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"What's it to you, blondie? Any crone worth her salt can speak in rhyme. Absolutely necessary for spells and dealing with magic mirrors." She crossed her arms.
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A dangerous journey for even the best.
If it isn't her verses you're wishing to test-
Then what is your mission? What is your quest?" She said, a bit defiantly. Asking her if she practiced her rhyming. Of all things.
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"Some elves are short and spritely." Rathlina held a hand out even lower than her own stooped height. "And some are tall-" her arm lifted as high as it could go, "and graceful and lovely. I'm a crone. Two hundred and ninety years old, sir, not a single one of these wrinkles is from a potion," she said proudly.
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