Islug Story: The Ghost, the Mimic, and the Fence-Written by Stile Teckel-Narrated by Lord Baldrith
Hello Folks! Here is a great Islug story written by Sir Stile Teckel. I get the honor, privilege and fun of playing our outcast friend in his latest adventure of tales and booze!
Here is the text:
The Ghost, the Mimic, and the Fence: By Stile Teckel
It’s late in the evening and the streets are dark. A flickering glow of light comes from the Hearth of Britannia’s windows. Imagine you’re getting closer, the door opens, and inside you see a short stocky man with a long beard and surrounded by empty glass mugs sitting in a big soft chair by the fire. Surrounding him are the local workers grabbing a bite and sip before bed for the night, clearly listening to every one of Islugs words with what is a huge exercise in tolerance for them. This is helped by the fact Islug bought them all an round although one or two patrons left rather than take the bribe. The following is what you hear from Islug.
“So there I am, walking along minding my own business and enjoying a small nip from the little keg of ale I have on me when WHAM! Out of nowhere I see this picket move on it’s own! No really, it just starts moving. I stop and start staring when the pickets begin moving a few more times! So, I figure it’s a joke and start looking behind the fence for a piece of rope tied to it or an animal of some such. All the sudden the whole fence starts going ballistic!! Pickets all over waving like mad, hitting me in the head and the face!”
Islug sloshes beer all over himself, those around him, and the furniture as he is waving his arms around and pointing at the bruises and bumps all over his face an head. Everyone’s eyes narrow a bit in suspicion about this story as he continues.
“So, it’s obvious right? A mimic!! I quickly took out my Axe, chopped the fence up and gave it to some shop keeper standing nearby pretty much ignoring the whole thing. Told him to use if for firewood. THAT is how I saved the town of yet one more mimic and another attack no one even know was happening!”