Misty Cries! - Prologue
Piles of shattered bone and clay draped in and on sticky white sheets of incorporeal goo littered the entrance to the City's stables. Tekila rubbed her eyes groggily as a delightful little voice wormed its way into her slowly waking mind,
.......my magical.......it worked!.......
She sat up, picking bits of debris from her wet hair as she did. She was soaked! She hadn't been out long, but must have had night sweats while she napped on one of the clay mounds. Erowen sat not far away whistling to herself. She was in good spirits.
Tekilia stood to resume her just liberation of lost souls in the City, brushing bits of bone and clay from her ass as she did. She was pleased that all the goo and grime had not stained or otherwise damaged her fantastic pants.
She had been exploring the city of Mist for sometime now and had spent the last several days around the Stables. It was a delightful area offering invaluable experience that she was pleased to be able to share with such fine companions.
Tekilia wiped her face and and scrunched some excess moisture from her halter. The City was hot and smelled of fish and vinegar,
or was it just her? She shrugged,
no matter, and set out to pull. Her blueberry slipped into the shadows while Ssazuk and Gnomemagician sat on their asses. Iriquois, their newest companion sat idly chewing on his leg, harvesting the new flesh as it regenerated. Tekilia thought she might never understand shaman.
She made a quick circuit around the courtyard and returned with several clay golems in hot pursuit.
"I hope you're ready, because I am coming with [a haze golem]!" she cried as she approached the stables."
"I'm ready!" cried Erowen.
Once more the party made short work of their adversaries and Tekilia was off looking for more when a familiar voice called out to the city.
"Good adventurers of the City of Mist, I offer my blade in the light of Marr as ward against the long shadows of this place!"
Tekilia beamed a smile as she made her way back to camp, "Join us at the stables good paladin!" she shouted.
The paladin had reached the stables before they'd finished disposing of Tekilia's latest catch. Asses were slapped, weapons were brandished, cubes were crushed and Tekilia and her halfbreed holy man Blazzizow were reunited. Tekilia introduced Blazzizow to her blueberry as we as the others. All were pleased to make his acquaintance and equally pleased to have him with them as Tekilia quickened her pace, ensuring the meat grinder never hungered.
And so it was that Tekilia Pu'Tang, Bane of Mistmoore, Butcher of Crushbone, Savior of Faydark, Defender of Freeport, Master Fister, Wearer of Fine Pants, Heir to the Throne of the Pu'Tang Empire, began her long stay in the City of Mist.