Topic: How to make a Minx...

Gwen Minx

Date: 2010-09-13 19:05 EST
First add some audacity...

It smelled. That did not really cover the assault on Gwens nose but there were no words that would and so a simple one would do for the moment. Pulling a silk band of cloth from a pocket she wrapped it around the lower portion of her face, leaving only her eyes free. It didn't do much but it should keep her from losing her breakfast.

Stepping over a pile of what appeared to be human remains she turned that part of her brains processing off, she found that helped keep her calm. If she began to dwell on the fact that there were piles of organs, puddles of blood and bits of brain that she was plodding through it was likely she wasn't going to finish scouting.

The tower had been used for evil, that much was apparent, the evil that would feel comfortable with a capital E. Gwen was far forward of the rest of her companions, it was her usual modus operandi, if she was far forward she could do what she wanted before someone could object.

Her companions today included the following: Katt and Trist, her cousins, Darry the human warrior, and Shale the skirt wearing sorcerer. They had been traveling together for months now and they had a pretty good feel for how to work together. By work together Gwen generally meant that she would do what she wanted and the others would follow or they wouldn't.

She rounded the corner and found a stone stair case, or most of one. The stairs went up just fine, but from the floor she was on down there was nothing but a dark pit. Gwen perched at the edge of the gaping hole and considered. A glance over her shoulder told her that her cousins were closing in on her position, but it would take them at least another minute to arrive.

Common sense would have told her that she should wait for them, maybe lower a rope down, or throw a torch to gauge the distance. It was a crying shame that she wasn't on speaking terms with common sense....she pushed off the perch and into the vast empty darkness.

((Author's Note: This is unrelated to Gwens current storyline, it's some history. Yeah history!))

Gwen Minx

Date: 2010-09-15 22:54 EST
Her arms were spread wide and the air rushed up to greet her as gravity worked its wonders and took her some forty feet down to solid ground. There wasn't as much debris as she expected, odd as the stone from the stairs should have gone somewhere nearby. She could hear voices from above, "She did NOT just jump into the hole." "Yeah, yeah she did, I think I heard her land." "WHY, why would she do that?" "She's Gwen?" "Gwen, what?s down there?"

That's when she took the torch out of her pack and with a whisper of magic set it aflame. It was a fairly open space, the light of the torch showed her what looked to be a stone golem in the middle of a pentagram painted in....she knelt down to test the markings on the floor....yep, blood.

"Nothing much." Was her report up to her companions as she stepped into the pentagram and approached the golem.

"Nothing much as in really nothing much, or nothing much as in you're about to get yourself killed?"

Taking a flying leap up to the golems shoulders, it stood about sixteen feet high, she took one of her daggers and slammed the hilt into the golems eye. The CLANG reverberated loudly in the room and she thought she heard a groan from above her.

"Ah, the sounds of Gwen trying to get herself killed again. Can you see what?s down there?" "I think I see....yes it's definitely some type of golem." "A golem?" "Yep, in a pentagram, but it's not mov..."

It's probable that they were about to say that it wasn't moving, except that now it was and huge hands were trying to grasp ahold of the clinging Minx that was battering its face with the hilt of her dagger.

"Oh for the love of..." Was the only other thing Gwen heard from above before it was raining Minxes.