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As the student witches (Patreon)

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2024-11-29 02:16:27
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brushed their teeth next to the well, I caught Fiona pretending to brush her teeth by waving her toothbrush around and making extremely fake brushing sounds with her mouth.

“Sssh-ssh-ssssh,” she repeated enthusiastically when she noticed me glaring at her.

"Unless you want to go home instead of going on the trip," I scolded. "You'd best comply with the minimum of basic personal hygiene. Brush your teeth PROPERLY. Also wash your face and scrub behind your ears. That's an ORDER."

She said “Eep” and then complied.

I turned away and strolled the clearing as the femmes went into the cabin to change into their night clothes. I thought about what I should say to Burnside and Rebecca later. My mind began to reel over all that could go wrong resulting from this delicate social situation. Both femmes were upset - at me and at each other - and any little thing could set them off. Ah well, I told myself, I should just get through this night before worrying about tomorrow. Oh no… What if- WHAT IF when I climbed into bed, they each tried to cuddle up to me, and I wound up in the hazardous situation of being sandwiched between Rebecca and Burnside!!! What if a fight broke out over who got to be in bed with me???

Wait… I stopped, breathed deeply, and focused my mind. The chances of that happening were very slim, and furthermore elves didn’t need to sleep. I would simply stay up all night. Problem solved! And in a very astute and kingly manner, too! Now I just needed something to occupy my mind until sunrise. Noticing the potion cauldron (freshly cleaned in readiness for the trip), I turned it upright and began to make a slow simmer stew.

Now I could stand here and think, and in the morning give everyone a nice breakfast. The leftovers could be used as rations during the journey.

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The story room seems rather empty today. Not surprising since the lowfolk holiday of Thanksgiving is upon us. To the few of you who showed up, why not ruminate on all the things you have to be thankful for over the past year. An important lesson I've learned over the course of my adventures is to always remember the good things that have transpired so you aren’t overwhelmed by the memories of the negatives. Be grateful that your head didn't fall off or that you didn't sprout a bunch of quills on your abdomen.

Since someone brought an entire frozen turkey (is this a turkey??), I may as well make some turkey stew while everyone talks about what they’re thankful for. Even though I don’t partake in lowfolk holidays, I may as well wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving while you’re here. Eat some stew and fortify yourself for the ordeal to come. Tomorrow is your horrible "Black Friday" when hordes come out to rampage and pillage across the land, consuming all in their path, and after but a brief two-day respite, you must face the horrors of "Spider Monday" which I don't even want to think about. You lowfolk are strange indeed.

That reminds me, I need to make myself scarce because you know who is on the prowl during this season! Someone will hopefully be here to take over storytelling duties starting next week and going til after Christmas.

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Rick2tails

Im sure youll do a good job making toys this year.you always do

Decadent Arsenic

Dont worry, i made sure you had a npts (north pole tracking system) tracker sewn into your undergarments. Yes all of them. Try not to faint while assembling toys, lowfolk tech is getting up there, and so wiring and chipsets are going to need to be a thing you pay attention to. Good luck buddyyyyyyyy >:3c In all seriousness, im thankful to continue to see the sketches every month. Also my family and my current work circumstances- which became much better after August when i switched jobs.

tegerio

"Undergarments? What undergarments?"

tegerio

"And they call ME Unseelie??"

Walter Reimer

Well, since you'll be hiding under a bed somewhere, let's hear the next bits from Rebecca and Burnside's points of view.

Major Matt Mason

A mass cuddle pile with everyone could solve the B/R dilemma... ;-) (not helping, I know)

typeandkey

>The audience sees Lana standing in the story room with a very sour look on her face. Instead of her usual outfit, she is wearing a vintage, Victorian-era (1840’s) suit with chains and locks wrapped all around her body. Curiously, she still has that antler tied to her head from last year. There is a single lock hanging from the antler like a decoration. >Lana: You glare at the audience with barely restrained contempt. “Yeah-yeah, I can hear you all snickering back there. And before you ask, I’m still wearing the antler as a punishment for failing my mission… I wasn’t able to find this Kathy-Slou Drew person. It turns out finding the Kringle’s top agent is a lot harder than anyone predicted, even for the Sisterhood’s top agent. HOWEVER, the failure wasn’t entirely my fault! I had inadequate information and resources! The bad intel I received had me scouring the same derelict Kringlemas theme-park for months! And furthermore- >Off-screen director: A mysterious and very flamboyant voice calls out from another room. “ZAY YOUR LINEZ!!!” >Lana: You let out a long sigh and begin to theatrically rattle your chains. “HARK! Hark and gaze upon me, ye lowfolk mortals. For I represent a fate that awaits you at the end of life’s journey. It is said that the deepest circle of the Netherhells is the final destination for traitors and schemers, and lo many of you are guilty of this and much more! Scheming, treason, and greed are the sins that stain your WRETCHED souls! And yet, the magnanimous Elf you have so callously betrayed for your own selfish gain is offering you a way to avoid the abyssal fate that waits yawning open for you when your short lives finally burn out. On this dark, winter month you shall bear witness to the representatives of THREE spirits that will show you the error of your ways and how to change course. Let it never be said that your audacious- >Director: “Auzpiciouz!!!” >Lana: “Uh- Auspicious Lord is without mercy. Now that you have been given fair warning of what is to come, let us continue the story until your next fateful meeting…” After a dramatic pause, you look off-screen. “How was that?” >Director: “Don’t zpeak to me! You’re breaking zee immerzion!” >Lana: “Hey, that ward is still working, right? I don’t want to get dragged away by the Kringle while I’m stuck here.” >Director: “Ach! Juzt read zee ztory!” >Lana: You grumble. “Well, I can’t read the ballad if I’m toiling away in Kringleheim, now can I?” . . . >Adler: As you stir the simmering stew, you try and plan out how you are going to deal with the recent issues affecting both Burnside and Rebecca. You’ll have to have Burnside trained in the protocol and etiquette that is expected from an imperial bodyguard and concubine. You might also need to look into giving her a crash course in being a floozy. You expect this endeavor to be like training a rapid, wild animal to eat with table manners. You are not looking forward to it. As for Rebecca… Even though, on the surface, this seems like a less dangerous and less traumatic this tangled mess with her seems a lot more complicated. You’ve known she had an interest in you since you first too her on ass your student, but thought little of it until now. Thinking back on it, you should have know that difficulties would arrive. You simply cannot allow things to go further while she is under your tutelage, that would be a morally reprehensible thing to do, but that added tension in your relationship with her will undoubtedly be a distraction, it could even grow into some kind of emotional festering wound. Maybe you could present this somehow as some kind of reward for when she finishes her studies? No… That feels wrong… You had the best wiles training in the world, but why didn’t any lesson focus on dealing with people’s delicate, inner feelings? Estvan may have had it rough teaching you as your mentor, but at least he didn’t have to deal with you harboring romantic feelings for him, thank Fuma. >Adler: You look up and are surprised to see the sun peeking over the horizon. You spent all night grappling with your thoughts. The stew is ready and it’s time to wake the girls up. You loudly clang the ladle on the side of the cauldron and call out. “Wakey-wakey! Soup’s- er, Stew’s on! Breakfast time!” You have to stop yourself from smirking as the girls shuffle out of the cabin, still half asleep. Bassil has the most ridiculous case of bed-head you’ve ever seen, Harriet is wearing some goofy pajamas emblazoned with some silly looking cartoon character and she’s still clutching a stuffed ant toy, and Fiona… Fiona’s is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but they are wrinkled and disheveled. It’s obvious she slept in them. You can tell that she’s going to be the problem child in this group. >Burnside: you come tearing out of the underbrush like your tail’s on fire. “Stew?? Did you make stew??” >Rebecca: You walk around the cabin with a surprised look on your face. “My lord, you made stew? It’s been so long, but I still remember that heavenly bug and moss stew you made so many years ago.” >Adler: You are quietly pleased to see Burnside and Rebecca in a less moody state. Perhaps you really were over-stressing things. Perhaps they just needed a little time to sort their thoughts out. Maybe you can still make this trip fun for everyone.