Phoebe Nox
Journeyman
Slopping knee high in the sludge of the swamps, *glad I brought my rubber boots*, here is where I feel the most at home, in the slimy green goo, pitch dark with no moon out tonight, sounds of the bull-frogs croaking rumors between themselves, I can understand only parts of what they are saying. News from the fishes in the sea, they have heard of the swamps witch's desires, *to turn the King into a Toad",* *whispers of a fish with the fins to go with....The Spell* the spell to turn his Highness Into a Toad. With this kinda news I stand perfectly still, then...... *rubbing her hands together grinning widely*. Let the fun begin, might need to find out bout what them "ol Pirates been up to, hopefully drunk on some island drunk on Rum. ...............
.......to be continued
.......to be continued