The OC incident
It has gone some days now, and the colour in my face has gone down
from blushing red to a more suitable one for a Sylvan. As I do believe
that all the tales in the lands must be told and known to all exiles, I
present you with the events leading to the dramatic transformation in
the OC.
When I first stepped out of the library, I heard there was a large
battle going on in the Orga Camp. As I do love these endless and glorious
battles with Wraths and the like, although my little axe not yet is
able to strike them, I fled like the wind through the Tanglewood to the
camp. Just outside I met one of the great warriors in this land.
While he was being healed, a T`rool stood there and, of course, wiffed
at him. And then this great warrior began to tell me about the T`rools.I
have actually never heard him speak more than one-word sentences, and
often his whole face seems to resemble a question mark, as if his mind
is struggling with the more advanced forms of communication, other than
hitting something and killing it. I had thought that although his body may
be strong, his mind did seem to need some basic training.As I have
learned, I was wrong. Oh dear, terribly wrong indeed.
He told me that the T'rools really are our friends, strange as it may
seem. How they want to kiss us, and be kissed in return. Dances With
T'rool had said so, the great warrior told me. And out of respect for his
friend, he didn't kill them he said. Needless to say I was puzzled by
his words, and my never-ending curiosity was piqued. As we threw ourselves
into the battle once more, my thoughts were occupied with this. Could it
really be? Did the T´rools approach us merely in pure friendship? And
their attack was more a cry for help than an act of anger?
In a pause in the battle I approached the warrior again, and begged him
to tell me more. This time a healer also gave her views on the subject.
She, in fact , warned me , but at this point I was beyond rescue. My mind
was set. I had to find a T´rool and release it from its pain. I asked
for aid in this from all exiles in the land, and also my dear friend
Lord Michael the Thoom. Had I only spoken to the wise Thoom first!
Then I run through the whole Tanglewood in my search for one. They were nowhere
to be seen, so I returned to the camp - where the battle was still going on.
While I was talking to my friend the Thoom, a T´rool appeared right in front of
me! Lord Michael quickly drew his sword, but I begged him to stop. Finally
I could help a T´rool! And with some reluctance I admit, I kissed it.
Ah woe is me! The horror! I was transformed to one! In the sight of good
friends and brave warriors and healers, I became a T´rool! And in that
moment the devious plan became clear to me, and to shewhoclicks. Some
evil beings had played with my female curiosity, and led me into a
trap.So cleverly made, so beautifully crafted that it was invisible to
me! For something that felt like an eternity I was without control, as
swc fell to the ground laughing maniacally with tears in her
eyes. After some time she again took control, and as such I too gained my
self-control. Although my movement was somewhat hindered by irresponsible
hops and jumps from sporadic outbursts of laughter from swc.
I made some feeble attempts to dig a hole in the ground to hide, but it
was in vain.I did manage successfully to hide between some trees, but
more and more exiles wanted to see my transformation - so I had to
decide. Stay behind the trees, or accustom myself to this
new.....body. I decided I had to do the latter. After all, this was a new
experience and should be noted. The enemy that you know is not as
fearsome I thought, and the one you know from the inside even less so.
For my own honor and that of all exiles, I began my work.I moved about,
hitting beasts, and some I even managed to scare away!
I was busy investigating , when the alarm went off over the sunstone. My
Lord Sleipnir was in the lands! And at this point fellow exiles, I
panicked. Indeed I did. There was no way I would allow My Lord to see
what I had become. Babajaga The Fair! A T´rool! Over my dead green body
I thought! I had heard that this sort of magic disappears if one takes a
boat ride, so I quickly gathered my good friends Lord West and Lord
Michael Aridfox. They thankfully made up a plan, as I was unable to do
so in my state of mind. Lord West should run to town to meet Lord
Sleipnir, and lure him south while I and Lord Michael took the north
route.
And this we did. My Noble Lord Sleipnir could of course not resist the
plea of "Hurry, trouble to the South" which Lord West presented to him,
and Lord Michael and I slowly made our way to the beach. There I was
cleansed of all the horror, and could yet again meet My Lord as Babajaga
The Fair. Ah me!
I have learned much from this event. Indeed I have!
Here are my findings:
Never question a great warrior´s mind, ever!
Always listen to a Wise Thooms advice, and don´t overlook the signs!
T´rools skin is itchy, and may be the cause of its aggressiveness
Uli flower cream does not work on the skin
Nothing works in fact, so kill them all!
My Lord Sleipnir´s love for me goes beyond pure appearances.
I do beg your forgiveness for ever having doubted!
I will always seek advice and counsel from that Good Thoom Lord Michael
Aridfox, should I ever want to kiss anything other than Lord Sleipnir again.
/action bows her head and blushes
Babajaga Vanimalda, the Fleet
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