[Talthyr Malkaviel]

~To Neb

After much gurgling and other odd noises emanating from Nebfka's toilet... odder than the normal ones at least, if they can be called normal, a small hissing started.
Deep down in the bowl, the three magic artefacts had melded together, and due to the toxic nature of Nebfka's lavatory.. were mutating.. the first one- an enchanted axe of lumber collecting was growing a longer handle, and a very odd shape at that, you see, little did Nebfka know, or probably care, that the repulsive state of his toilet was the precise environment needed for a change to take place.. a catastrophic change.
The axe began to meld more fully with the enchanted scrap of metal, which no-one knew the exact purpose of, or why it was ever created- which was steadily increasing in size, and growing an odd shaped lump, and finally, the universally-renowned unicycle of merciless pain attached, and just as this happened, a huge sound erupted and it went straight down.. bursting a hole in the pipes near Sephy's own toilet.
Nebfka had created a monster.. more precisely The Unicycling Choppy-choppy Golem of Murder (pronounced with a Brooklyn accent- like moider.)

~To Seph

On his way back to his chamber after his sever scalding of Mike- about how Mike wasn't the right Mike for the job but Mike was the perfect Mike, definitely not Mike though- Seph wore an angry scowl on his face.
He paced on and on, unaware of what was about to happen, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a shrill piercing alarm.
"What the-" But he was cut short as a roari and an explosion burst out, according to his map, from his personal toilet.
He was shocked and bewildered, but tried to get a hold of the situation.
"In the name of all things evil... I hope that's not the mexican I had.."

~To Encard

Malakon looked on still amused, but a little peeved since that was his only servant with eyes, he normally depended on industrious skeletons, but his curiousity quickly overcame it, and he leaned forward eagerly in his chair.
"Fuzzy dismemberment you say?? Moo? Hmm, I see... interesting- very interesting."
He paused, then "If you could momentarily control yourself my lunatic friend.. might I ask you if ou are cyurrently in employment?? I offer handsome rates, if you wish I can give you many cows to have as friends... I hear they make quite exquisite pets!"

~To Skye

Skye wandered around for a bit fairly aimlessly with her monkey compadre following her every move, and by now she was far too attached to think of selling him on, but the rice was still up for grabs of course.
She came upon another small settlement, like her home town, and after finding the nearest information centre, or inn as some call them, she heard that some people had noticed her ad in the local gossip.. much faster than carrirer pigeons or express monkeys- the slow ones at least, and the ones in this area always got fed far too much.
However, her ad wasn't paid much attention to, seeing as it came with another 50 or so requests for evil people to hunt down.
But luckily she did not need that attention, for by now everyone in this town was used to hero upstarts, and that was when, in a conversation with an old maid named Bobette, she learned that anyone who even half wanted to be remembered as a hero, had to go after the real big fish.
Of course, after Skye went out and caught the Real Big Fish, she shared him with the village, and they had him buttered and with this delicious sauce with parsley.. and that's when they told her of Malakon...

~To Regin

After a lovely day or thereabouts of butterfly chasing, it came to Regin, all of a sudden, of course he then forgot as soon as he was stuck in rapt attention by a funny looking mark on his arm, which took a large chunk of his day.
After the serious inspection of such an amazing phenomenon, Regin almost remembered it again, it was lying right at the front of his not so well endowed brain, and he almost had it.
That, of course, is when he noticed a multicoloured shrieking frog, which he lovingly named Shrieky and placed him carefully upon his shoulder, then set off once more, with a stamp and a shriek.

~To Legless

It was quite lucky for him that day especially he wasn't a hissy, as on his way for a new adventure, accompanied by the rousing tales of trees with nuts from his dracolice, he was approached by two rather unfriendly looking thugs, who had noticed him marking his territory on their street, which aside from the disrespect, smelled awful.
They had a brief tet-a-tete, but the thugs weren't expecting it when the hellhound set his dracolice on them, mauled them, and did some other things which we shall not mention in polite company to them, you see he was in a very bad mood.
Then of curse, as a passing gift, he marked his territory again, in their general vicinity.
He stormed onwards angrily, not particularly caring where he went, stopping occasionally to brutalise someone, but today even a good savaging couldn't cheer him up.
'What's a hellhound to do?' He thought to himself... ' I've got dracolice, and nowhere to go, except back to the perfume business, but I can't bloody stand that much longer.'
He kept on this train of thought as the dracolice spurred him on with their biting.