"Vampires, I can put up with everyday. But two witches of Lloth come
traipsing around my office like they own the place. Well, sister,
that's more than I can take!" roars Nurse Lanchester.
"Shut up, morta-" the high priestess is cut short by the clang of a
steel surgical tray crashing across her head and shoulders.
Ha'nnarril screams, "Nant!" as a half dozen scalpels from the tray
lodge in her body and cut her deeply.
"Mother!" shrieks Roswell.
She turns to face her mother's attacker and a right hook impacts her
jaw. The large silver bejeweled ring on the nurse's finger cuts deep
and knocks her off her footing.
"Gypsy magic!" the high priestess spits out the words looking at the
nurse.
"Yes, old as and as powerful as Lloth's dark magic. Romagne inwoken
transmuten verite malefactas!" encants Nurse Lanchester.
The high priestess rises from the floor in one swift graceful
movement. The scalpels clatter to the floor, and she appears
uninjured.
She glares at you, "You should've taken the drow sister option. It's
now off the table. All the options are -" Then she turns to confront
the nurse whose gaudy jewelry seems to be glowing of its own accord.
"Your devices are cheap parlor tricks, gypsy, compared with my powers
and those of Lloth.
"My parlor, my tricks, witch," snaps the nurse with a smirk.
The implacable face of the high priestess seems to be fitting
improperly. She moves and her entire appearance rips away like tissue
paper. A tall thin gray definitely non-human creature with a big head
black eyes and three big toes and three big fingers stands in her
place. She is naked but not recognizable as being any gender, and she
still clutches the staff.
"Your revealing magic is impressive, but useless. Now they can see my
true form, but you have done nothing to impede the will of Lloth."
"Mew!" calls out the shrinking furry ball that Roswell has become.
"Daughter! What gypsy trick is this?"
Nurse has a glass bottle from the cabinet behind her and is sprinkling
it in a circle on the floor around Ha'nnarril. The witch priestess'
staff knocks the container out of the nurse's hands. It shatters on
the wall.
"Salt and iron filings! You must be kidding? Are you so stupid as to
think such things could contain my wrath? And you shall know my wrath
- all of you!"
"Uh, it's getting kind of crowded in here, maybe I should step out?"
the corporal mutters as he crab walks toward the half open door.
Just then --