Recent content by Curcurbita

Now that was entertaining. But as Curcurbita spun back on his seat to return to his drink he had to wonder out loud to the bartender. "Excuse me but, who were those very odd people and why does that woman hate statues so much?" The bartender looked at him and refused to serve him again. Ianthe...

Curcurbita yelped at the sight of the King of Spring. Bent low in prostration, gourd almost kissed marble as he did. "Your most lush and fruitful Highness. Forgive this cur, I am as clumsy as I am foolish. Utterly unworthy in thine sight and fit only for lash and rod. At your command, I shall...

Curcurbita passed the shot with a languid lack of precision. "Okay, *hic* hurt... the person you want to hurt most *hic* who is here right *hic* now! hee hee!" He was beginning to loose his ability to think. Pumpkins of course did not slur, that requires lips and a tongue but Curcurbita, was at...

Curcurbita almost slipped from the countertop. His great painted head bounced atop it as it came to settle. Looking over at his two drinking buddies. "What... is your *hic* name?" He had been wondering this since they arrived. Ianthe Saang Lusce

"Most kind, your Princeliness most kind!" Curcurbita did take seat, tall as he was he was still able to look Tharu in the eye from his chair. "I await your Kingly Father with apprehension fair and by the look of it this is fine food indeed. Yet I regret that I am dead, and cannot enjoy this most...

"FINE!" With a lack of grace that would make a blind troll look like a swan Curcurbita swung his legs and arms out and around, pivoting on his seat and stood in a hunched, languid stance before setting off towards the Pixies. Every motion defied the natural concept of a working body. His head...

Curcurbita thought as he looked out into the great wide nothing of his mind. "Dare I suppose, not like they *hic* they can *hic* do much worse to *hic* meeee hee hee!" His head lolled about like a loose flail now and his "cheeks" were marked by fresh cuts, spirals that gave him an exaggerated...

"Do you prefer saltwater or freshwater?" He had been wondering this about Kelpies for some time but had never asked, or maybe he had and had forgotten. Regardless Ianthe, whom he did not know, had his wrapped attention for the answer. Ianthe Saang Lusce

Curcurbita gagged. "How *hic* boring. You're not even embarassed." With a swift motion he spun to fetch his massive drink of cider. "Come now little *hic* water horse. Truth or Dare? It's my *hic* turn to ask tee hee." Positively beaming with glee Curcurbita was delighted to try and compel a...

The annoyingly sober man was correct. Curcurbita felt it in his pips. Sneaking his head around Ianthe's shoulder he whispered into her ear with narrowed eyes. "He's right, your turn to ask him. You know he'll answer. You can make him tell you aaanythiiing!" This was fun. Games were good...

"He drinks, so he does not answer." Curcurbita's usual carefree nature returned like the lighting of a candle. "You're next." He pointed at Ianthe, whose name he did not know and followed it with the ceremonial. "Truth or Dare?" Ianthe Saang Lusce

Curcurbita watched the two. Suddenly this was feeling odd. Someone... was... CHEATING! "The fucking *hic* gall." He muttered from between his meaty lips as his round orange head swivelled three hundred and sixty degrees around. He clasped the bartop with clawed fingers and raked them across it...

What a question... "Agh... A leek. They're very sliming and this..." He rapped his head with a twisted fist. "... this makes me look fat." Curcurbita waited a while heartbeat before starting a teetering giggle. Ianthe Saang Lusce

"Expertly done, Hee *hic* Ohhhhh!" Curcurbita leaned way back from the bar holding onto the edge by his fingers. "What need have I to prove my mettle? My very appearance is proof of my ability to do what others daren't but on the other hand what truth can I offer but the now? I have no memories...

Curcurbita's face grew dark at Saang's answer. The light in his head flickered wildly throwing shadows of orange light onto the man's face, the bartop and reflected off the coloured glass of the drinks. "That's not how the game is played friend. It's your turn, now command her or I will!" His...