Rough Draft: More witches (Patreon)

Seriously, I don't know what came over me with this one. I'd thought of introducing Jenny for some time. Mimosa came out of nowhere fully formed. Yes, Goblins gain mana from drinking, and stat increases as well. 

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Jenny was contemplating a second dinner when she got the call. An impromtu witches circle? She'd never heard of such a thing! Idly, she wondered if this was some clumsy trick by one of the Inquisitions or Witch Hunter groups. She laughed at the thought of several clumsy Witch Hunters wondering why no one showed up to their clever trap.

The names used intriqued her. She stayed in her little house and baked cookies for the few children, and didn't venture out. But she knew who Suzette was. The little Fey who dabbled in shadows and enchantment. The one who seemed to have the handsome Butcher wrapped around her finger. And now she had charmed the Baron into making her the mayor. Did she have her sights on running a larger town? That could be interesting. If Suzette became the new Baroness, would she keep the Butcher, or cast him aside? Jenny was patient. She'd wait and see if the poor dear needed consoling. Until then she wouldn't cause trouble. Trouble got you noticed. And noticed brought bad trouble.

She decided to take a look at things while she had another plate of the tasty porkchops that Ozzy had brought by today. She debated cooking them, but the day was turning rather hot. She'd skip using her stove again and eat them raw. The nearby stream yielded a large trout that jumped into her hands. She bit off its head, only needing half of it, and gathered a bowl of fresh water. In her home she stirred the water with the half-fish, seeing how the blood painted the water with scenes of what was happening nearby.

At first she thought she'd absent mindedly stirred up on of 'those' visions! There was the Butcher, covered in nothing but sweat and that little kilt, muscles bulging. But the vision expanded, showing more of the scene. The Charnal Pit roared like it never had before, the old smoke creature stoking it higher and higher as the Butcher tried to control it. Inside, a creature that gave even Jenny nightmares screamed in a language she knew, but had never heard before.

And there was the circle that was forming. Titania she knew, but by another name. That one was here? So interesting. And the little Fey, the Seamstress and her little Potion Maker. The one with the bucket was unknown to her, as was the Goblin that was quickly scampering into town. Madness. It would be shear madness to join such a group and become known.

Jenny liked a little madness now and then. She decided to go. She'd take some cookies with her. She made the best in town, and if they lived, she could show off her baking some. She started to walk out the door, and then laughed at herself. She'd almost forgot her teeth! She took out the set she was wearing with their sharp fangs of iron, and put in a set of made from human teeth. It wouldn't do to shock someone with a smile. Best renew her glamour as well. She hoped they liked her cookies.

Mimosa, Chief's Daughter was drinking with her friends Mohito and Mint Julep. It was a hot day and they had stolen two bottles of Red Wizard to while away the time. The cheap whiskey went down easy and quickly refilled her pool of mana. They'd gone squirrel hunting this morning and the fights had been more viscious than usual. The beasts were either learning, or leveling up fast. They killed three of the small ones, and one huge beast. Her father had been very happy with them, and their contribution to dinner. He'd pretended not to notice at all as the three girls had stolen the bottles of sacred alcohol. Her brother, Screwball, scowled at them. He and his lackeys had come back scratched and bleeding with only one small squrrel and a groundhog. Her father would only give them beer to drink. Not even the goood dark beer, just the pisswater they bought at the keep. The good Dark Beer of Bludgeon was almost as good as whiskey. You had to drink a lot of it though.

They were on the second bottle when the Call appeared to her. Neither of her friends saw the Call, which just proved that it was a true quest. Not just anyone would get called! She hurried to her tent and slid into her ceremonial garb. Her mother hated it! By her standards Mimosa would only dress in a skirt of bones and some well placed skulls. She hated the new fashions that used tanned leather and chains to create stylish clothing. She tied her hair into a high ponytail, grabbed her fetish bag, and ran to her father.

The old Chief saw her coming with her fetish bag in one hand and half a bottle of Red Wizard in the other. Chains glittered and jangled as she ran. Every male in the camp turned to look at her, and half the females. He sighedWhat sort of trouble was the girl going to cause now? She was almost a full two years old, and ready to be married off. Except that she was a Chiefs daughter, and the most powerful of his brats. He'd give her until she was three seasons to either do something sensational, run away, or force him to step down. He was really hoping to retire soon.

"I see you, Daughter. What is little Mimosa up to in that outfit your mother hates soe much?" The Chief actually didn't mind it. Let his wife fight this fight.

"I have a quest, Great Chief of the bestest tribe ever. The Mayor of the town calls for me. CourierBen's friend. I must run to aid her!"

"And instead of just running off, you came to tell me?"

"Of course, Daddy. I need another couple of bottles in case it's a long quest!" Without waiting to ask, Mimosa grabbed two more bottles of Red Wizard Whiskey from the collection of bottles by his throne. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, yelped as he pinched her, and ran off to the village. She could feel the heat coming from the town, and see the fire that was growing on the far side. She drank as she went, topping off her mana and gaining extra point or two of INT and CON at the same time.

Running up to her sisters she joined the circle, and waved to her Uncle, CourierBen!