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Illusionist David of the Veil (#6372)

Owner: 0x13A7…33cA

The Lore of Illusionist David of the Veil

Chapter 1. The Runic Mausoleum of Pleasure.

Right, picture this. I’m trudging through Hedge Wizard Wood on my way to Fur Gnome Wold (you can probably guess what for) when I spy a cheeky little cave entrance amongst the shrubbery.

“Hello,” I say. “Let’s take a gander old chap.”

The old chap in question is Leroy my familiar. He croaks his swift approval and we dive in. The rocky walls soon turn to smooth sandstone and I realize we’ve hit the jackpot.

“Aha! Looks like we’re dungeon diving again old bean. Dibs on the first chest.”

Leroy croaks again.

It’s starting to get a bit hard to see as we descend deeper into the bowels of the dungeon so I spark up the Solar Staff and throw some light about the place.

“Aha!” I yell, scooping up a fat coin purse. “Looks like an extra week at the Wold for us my boy.”

It’s at this moment that I hear the heavy breathing…

I swing the Solar Staff toward the far corner of the room and am confronted by a horrendously obese Dwarv wearing nothing but a leather loin cloth.

“Egads!” I yell. “Have some decency old chap.”

Leroy croaks yet again.

The round little chap in front of us appears to be rubbing some sort of oily substance over his shiny skin. He is positively gleaming in the light of the staff. He’s moaning in a manner that I’ve heard many a time before (during my previous visits to the Wold) and licking his surprisingly plump lips.

“Oh bollocks.”

As the greasy Dwarv begins to move toward us I hear a clattering sound over my left shoulder. Spinning around I find a reanimated skeleton wearing what can only be described as a gimp mask. It’s twirling a set of shackles in its boney hand.

“Sorry chaps we’re saving ourselves for the Wold.”

The greased Dwarv and the kinky skel don’t want to hear it by the looks of things so I decide it’s time to get us out of there the old fashioned way.

“Get ready to hop Leroy old boy.”

I raise the Solar Staff and give it a shake.The fat fellow and his rattly companion immediately lock onto the vision I’ve manifested in the centre of the room. They shuffle toward it eagerly, the moans coming from the Dwarv sounding like two asthmatic pigs rutting.

“Now,” I whisper.

Leroy and my good self slide toward the entrance to this den of lust as our two would-be seducers collide in a ball of oiled blubber and leather clad bone.

“Enjoy your evening lads. We’ll show ourselves out.”

We pop out of the cave entrance and I let out a hearty laugh.

Leroy stares up at me and croaks.

“It was a simple little illusion, my boy. ‘Griselda the Kobold Princess’ from my old carnival days. The dance of a hundred veils always gets the blood pumping. Speaking of which I think we can still make the Wold by nightfall.”

I throw back my head and laugh as I jingle the coin purse.

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