Role

Chapter 9

Leucosia almost had this creature in her grasp, her song was so
hypnotizing that it was flying directly at her. She was getting ready
to sing her song of charming when she caught the smell emanating from
this creature and her silky song became violent retching. She vomited
fish and wine directly on to what she thought in a flash was a demon
sent straight from hell to collect her for her wrong doings. But
instead of death, she was embraced in a tight bear hug by a rotten
Svirfnebli who had never had a bath. 'Yu smell gud,' the creature said as he
sniffed at the vomit on his breastplate. He grinned at her
dumbly and she stared back at him aghast and unable to speak or move.
He began to scratch at his ever increasingly uncomfortable leggings,
from the inside, and launched his sure fire pickup line. 'I mus be a
witch cause I conjure a angel here.' He grinned at her again. Oddly of all
the things she could have said or even thought, she couldn't help but wonder
why this Svirf had a rat tail hanging out of his right nostril, and where the
rest of the rat was. Suddenly instinct took over. She fled. Her dress managed
to snag on an old deer antler at Gloomp's waist and ripped off as she began
to run. Gloomp stared open mouthed at the image. He began to chase her, but
he noticed two more women gazing at him wide eyed.

Gloomp grinned back at Parthenope proudly. It was obvious to him she
liked the bulge in his britches and wanted to explore her options, so
he went up to her. He reached out to caress her tenderly and she
shrieked and dropped her lyre. He picked it up, and attempted to pluck the
strings with passion and tenderness. 'Wut else yu gud at
stroking?' he asked as he began to frown down at the now ruined
strings of the instrument. When he looked up she was already swimming
away towards the ocean as fast as her lithe body would carry her.

Remembering the last Sirine, Gloomp turned to her. 'Yu mouth as gud at blowin
a-...' but he stopped. Ligia was laying still on her rocks. So overwhelmed
had she been when the winds shifted and carried the rancid smell of the
Gloomp to her that she passed out. Her red hair cascaded down her body and
her dress was slit up her thigh. Gloomp approached her, but he knew what
being a gentleman meant. Ligia awoke days later under the menstruations of
the sirine witch. The rape and foulness that had ensued from Gloomp's arrival
doubled in its atrociousness after Ligia went to relieve herself and shit a
diamond the size of a spear head. Truth be told though, Gloomp liked the
orcs better.