Some things I draw, and some things I write (mostly in English, mas alguma coisa aqui e acolá estará em portugês). The three pillars of Gor are present in some degree in most things here (I'm a big fan of John Norman's books. Do not count myself as gorean; on the other hand, have nothing against the good people who adopt that self definition)
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Unicorn Women
_You were right, Zalu. Our unicorn mistresses are susceptible the drug they use to capture human caravans. They barely know where they are right now.
But how you guessed it would work? They drinking the wine every full moon and seems just a little drunk.
_I noticed the small bottle in this one's pocket. They drank the antidote pure before serve the drugged wine for their 'guests", and a little diluted before their parties, . All I had to do was find out where the antidote was kept and change it for water.
_What now?
_Those where the last ones inside the castle. However, there is two sentinels outside, and they are sober. Not to mention a group hunting in the woods which can track us once we leave.
_What about the men?
_I'm not sure, but I don't think there is any one alive. They have only one male of their specie; it is kept in the tunnels below the castle, and they feed it with humans: preferable men. The monster don't seems to be rational, it behaves like a ferocious beast, but that can be a effect of drugs as well.
_We could free this beast, and escape while they are occupied recapturing it.
_Sound like a smart plan to me.
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