The Stinkgoblins!

“Yeh, we kept losing kids for a while. They went to take out the slops to the midden, or popped out to the outhouse late at night. We never saw ’em again!

Then, a really weird chap walked into town. ‘E smelled like roses, and spritzed everyone with a good smelling thing.

I think ‘e were one of them elves or summin’, but what do I know… Queer, that’s what ‘e was. Or she. Cannae ever tell from them pointies.

Any’ow, after ‘e sold a buncha that good smellin’ water all over the town, an’ no kids ‘ave gone lost since! Ain’t that weird!”
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Narrimunth, Spawnmother of Rats

“‘Twas awful! The sewers, they were full of ’em! Jus’ like a roiling, furry wave! Claws and snouts, and them little beady eyes!

Me an Johnson, we ran like bats outta hell after opening that door down there. But it were of no use! The swarm jus’ caught up wiv’ us an’ ran us down. Then it turned around, like a tide turns, and carried us deep into the old parts of the sewer, where no one’s been for ages…

I don’ remember much after that. Jus’ many voices speaking to us. Many eyes. Tails knotted… I woke up in that there alley, jus’ a while ago…

Any’ow, how much fer that wheel’o’cheese? Yeah, the ripe one there. You weren’t going to throw it away were ya? The smell brought me ‘ere, sell it to me fer half price will ya? I’ve got a mighty ‘unger fer some smelly cheese, ever since I woke up. Mus’ be me nerves.” Continue reading “Narrimunth, Spawnmother of Rats”