Post by Lord of Hordes on Nov 4, 2006 7:29:01 GMT -5
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It was a calm and peaceful morning in Battleon. Birds were chirping and the sun was just peeking through the cracks in the shutters of Warlic's cottage. The morning air was chilly, and there were only a few cinders in the fireplace...remnants of the roaring blaze that kept the cottage warm all through the night.
Warlic was buried under a mountain of quilts and blankets. His mental alarm clock went off in his head, and he awoke with a cold sweat. He had been dreaming, and had seen a vision of terrible forthcomings in Battleon. There was a monster in his dream, and all he could remember of it was that it was completely covered in shaggy hair. The memory was fading fast, as dreams often do, so he quickly wrote down what he could remember of it on a piece of scroll parchment on the bedside table.
As he finished jotting it all down, the memory faded away. Warlic shrugged, and picked up his robes which were laying in a crumpled heap on the floor next to the bed, and got dressed. He went to the washroom to tidy up, and looked in the mirror.
To Warlic's horror, he had slept on the wrong side of the bed, and his hair was a tangled mess. He tried to comb it, but the bed-head refused to be combed or straightened. He started to panic; his hair was always perfect! How could he face his customers today if his hair was a mess. The embarassment would be too unbearable. Then he had an idea.
He went to his closet and pulled out a large wooden chest full of old robes, boots, necklaces and wands. He dug around in it until he found what he was looking for. His old cone mage hat. It was a very tall cone, dark blue, with little glittery stars all over it. He hadn't worn it since he was a boy working as a magician's apprentice long ago. He shook the dust off of it, and put it on his head.
But, his hair was so tangled, that the cone hat wouldn't sit properly on his head, and also it was a couple sizes too small. He pushed it down on his head as far as he could, but his messy hair just made it slide right back up and fall off.
He started to panic. Customers would be arriving soon to buy some of his new spells he had just conjured last night. He decided to try his Face Changing Mirror. He got it out, and looked through the different hair-styles.
He then decided he would try to use magic on his hair to make it right. Warlic got out his mixing bowl, and stirred in various different ingredients. He chanted some incantations, and a poof of smoke rose out of the bowl. He quickly poured the mixture on his head, and started trying to comb it again. But something horrible happened.
His hair had come alive! It started growing rapidly, and some of his lockes were batting at his hands like flailing arms as he tried to tame it. He knew there was only one thing left to do at this point. He grabbed the scissors and.....
Warlic's Bad Hair Adventure
It was a calm and peaceful morning in Battleon. Birds were chirping and the sun was just peeking through the cracks in the shutters of Warlic's cottage. The morning air was chilly, and there were only a few cinders in the fireplace...remnants of the roaring blaze that kept the cottage warm all through the night.
Warlic was buried under a mountain of quilts and blankets. His mental alarm clock went off in his head, and he awoke with a cold sweat. He had been dreaming, and had seen a vision of terrible forthcomings in Battleon. There was a monster in his dream, and all he could remember of it was that it was completely covered in shaggy hair. The memory was fading fast, as dreams often do, so he quickly wrote down what he could remember of it on a piece of scroll parchment on the bedside table.
As he finished jotting it all down, the memory faded away. Warlic shrugged, and picked up his robes which were laying in a crumpled heap on the floor next to the bed, and got dressed. He went to the washroom to tidy up, and looked in the mirror.
To Warlic's horror, he had slept on the wrong side of the bed, and his hair was a tangled mess. He tried to comb it, but the bed-head refused to be combed or straightened. He started to panic; his hair was always perfect! How could he face his customers today if his hair was a mess. The embarassment would be too unbearable. Then he had an idea.
He went to his closet and pulled out a large wooden chest full of old robes, boots, necklaces and wands. He dug around in it until he found what he was looking for. His old cone mage hat. It was a very tall cone, dark blue, with little glittery stars all over it. He hadn't worn it since he was a boy working as a magician's apprentice long ago. He shook the dust off of it, and put it on his head.
But, his hair was so tangled, that the cone hat wouldn't sit properly on his head, and also it was a couple sizes too small. He pushed it down on his head as far as he could, but his messy hair just made it slide right back up and fall off.
He started to panic. Customers would be arriving soon to buy some of his new spells he had just conjured last night. He decided to try his Face Changing Mirror. He got it out, and looked through the different hair-styles.
He then decided he would try to use magic on his hair to make it right. Warlic got out his mixing bowl, and stirred in various different ingredients. He chanted some incantations, and a poof of smoke rose out of the bowl. He quickly poured the mixture on his head, and started trying to comb it again. But something horrible happened.
His hair had come alive! It started growing rapidly, and some of his lockes were batting at his hands like flailing arms as he tried to tame it. He knew there was only one thing left to do at this point. He grabbed the scissors and.....
