The Crazy Entdraughts Pulb

[Oak]

The Crazy Entdraughts Pulb

Out on the stone table Oakie has set out a assortment of bowls all containing Entdaught of various colors that seem to glow. Do you trust a Huorn to make Entdaught? Come a take a gulp.

The object of this game is take a drink of one of the Entdaught bowls and RP the effects the draught has on you. The game will continue until all the bowls are drank up. If you don't like the effects the bowl is having on you, you can take another. Bowls drank up will be highlighted in red.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35.

[Fairy Nuff]

Peachleaf stepped hesitantly up to the stone table where Oakie had placed an assortment of bowls of Entdraught. She was, as ents are these days, rather sleepy, and not at all sure if this was a good idea, but being known as a rather hasty ent, by entish standards, she had only deliberated for 2 days before deciding to try a bowl and see what happened. She was rather hoping for something to help her concentrate as she had some good thinking to do and wanted to make the most of it, but one never knew with entdraught. "Oakie, what an assortment indeed, hroom - I feel I should take some time to choose the right one" she said slowly, and then stopped, eyes half closed.

6 hours later...."It is decided. I would like number 30 please Oakie"

[Mojo]

An old Ent with graying bark lumbers up to the stone table. His aged branches resemble that of a white dogwood and his voice booms deep. "Hooom hom, what is this? A Pulb? I have not seen a Pulb in..... his voice trails off as he looks towards the sun high in the sky, as if it would spark some distant memory.

"Hoom, where was I? I feel I have been treeish for so long that I could use a good Entdraught to help wake me up!" The old Ent looks over the bowls on the table. "Let me see...." he says thoughtfully, his long twiggy fingers stroking his lichen-esque beard. "I will try Number 34."

[Oak]

There had been a Ent there in the Pulb for two days, trying the decide which draught she wanted. She finally decided on bowl of green draught, number 30 after six hours of trying to decide. She handed it or Peachleaf .

Effects: It will make you grow a moustache ) mouse over it to see how this draught will effect you.
@Fairy Nuff


After Peachleaf came in an old Ent (Mojo) with graying bark entered. indicated toward the bowl of yellow draught, number 34. Oakie handed it to him.
Effects: It will turn you into a goose )

OOC (Let me know if you have any difficulties seeing the parts I have hidden by making the text white. I will try another way if that doesn't work)
@Mojo

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown stepped methodically up to the small group of ents gathered around a large assortment of bowls. Her bristly branches swished with each movement. A stray pinecone dropped to the ground as she came to a halt in front of the table.

"Boom, hrm," she muttered. "What have we here? Draughts? Well, 'tis thirsty work wandering the forest." Pinecrown noticed that the two other ents had each chosen a bowl. "I suppose . . . I suppose . . . Hmmm. I do believe . . . Hom bom . . . Brmm hm." (She continued in this vein for a while.) "I suppose I shall try bowl number 12, Oakie."

[Oak]

Into the Pulb enter stepped an Ent with bristly branches. Pinecrown. A pine cone tumbled from her swishing branches and thudded to the ground as she came to a halt. After long thoughtful pondering she chose the bowl of pink draught, number 12. Oakie lifted the bowl and handed it to her.


Effects: You start hopping, )

@Tarawen

[Goldberri]

Goldberri rose from a deep sleep. She had been very treeish for a long time, just tending to her garden, sheltering saplings and sending encouragement to all the little and big plants around her. Everything was good in her little corner of the forest and there was no need to rise and care about the worries of the world. But lately something strange had happened: there was an itching in her crown, the sound of the wind playing in her leaves had changed, her apple blossoms flowered. She stirred, carefully uprooting her feet and listened to the sounds of the forest. There was a change. She could hear voices she hadn't heard in a long time. Entish voices, rumbling deep and rustling, moving roots in the deeper parts of the forest. Something was aroot. Shaking old leaves and a surprised Squizzle from her branches, she slowly set out to see what all this commotion was about. It seemed like the Ents were gathering. At the Pulb.

Goldi entered and looked at several old, familiar faces. Many of them had changed, but were still recognizable, when Oakie, the hasty huorn, caught her attention with some stange variations on what seemed to be Entdraught. Well, it seems like some things have changed and some have not. But I am awake now and it seem like it is now time to change a bit for me, too. I've never seen red Entdraught before, but I would like to see what it tastes like. Could I try number 20 please? Does it contain beetroot? I always felt like I should dye my roots in a reddish colour, just to see what it looks like, but I was always afraid it would leave a strange taste in my apples.

[Oro]

Eyes flickered as the treeish figure along the stream sensed a stirring the forest. Something was happening, there was movement again in these long forgotten parts. The ancient tree stretched his limbs to the sky, ripping his feet from the earth and the nearby stream. Rocks and dirt splashed about as Snowbark, the great white birch, began his slow descent into the forest of Fangorn.

Humming a little toon, the venerable tree had long lost what was happening in the world, and so being awoken was a new feeling. He sensed that the Entdraughts pub was the location of the gathering. Shuffling towards it, long white and gray barked limbs flowing with little leaves whistling in the wind. On one shoulder a little squirrel that had been shocked when the tree it was on started moving chirped incessantly. Soon Snowbark arrived and saw an Entmoot of sorts gathering about the tree, Oakie.

Ahhh yes the entdraught pub. He should pick a draught. But first greetings and salutations to those about him. Hours passed as Snowbark in turn greeted first Oakie, and then in turn Peachleaf, Mojo, and Pinecrown, He spent the better part of a day giving them his best and letting them know how glad he was to see them. He had not even asked what had caused the stirring. Ahh yes that was right, the pub was open. His limbs groaned as he turned back to Oakie and looked a the list of potential draughts.

More time passed as the elder birch contemplated. The green or the yellow. Hmm maybe the orange. Hours passed. Maybe even days before the ancient tree spoke, “Hoooo hmmmm Oakie, I have such a hard time deciding. Just let me try number four that should do the trick.”

[Esme]

Feeling a bit adventurous today and after a long day in the garden, Nienna noticed, that she was thirsty. A thirst, that water could not quench, she knew, giggling to herself.
Off to the special place she went, the Pulb it was called, and already she was rubbing her rough hands in anticipation.
Arriving at Oakies she entered and said:
Oak, it's been a long time. How have you been? Very well, I see, by the radiant looks of yourself. Being thirsty, I would love to try one of your special brews. How about no. 3 then? That one looks rather tempting.

[Oak]

Oakie's next costumer was @Goldberri , her leafy crown dappled with light pink, fragrant apple blossoms. Oakie's own crown was dappled with her distinctive white calkins that gave off a cinnamon fragrance. Goldberri indicated toward number 20, bowl of red inquiring of it contents. "Yes I did color it with beet juice. It does contain other ingredients too." She pushed the bowl toward Goldberri

Effects: It makes you very tall)

Into the Pulb strode Snowbark, an old Birch Ent who took a very long time deciding what he wanted to drink. He finally settled on orange draught, number 4. Oakie couldn't remember what that blend did. So she hoped for the best as she pushed it toward Snowbark. "Here you go". @Oro

Effects: It will make you sprout wings)

The third customer that came in was, @Nienna with her rough hands from working in the garden. She looked like she had spent long hours in the sun and looked hot and thirsty. She was not sleepy like the Ent customers.

"I am now wide awake and hasty like you," Oakie answered. pushed the bowl of bright green draught number 3 toward her.

Effects: It turn you into a horse )

[Fairy Nuff]

Peachleaf sipped tentatively at the murky green liquid. It didn't taste too bad, so she sipped some more, and then a little more until the bowl was nearly empty. Before she could finish it completely though, she felt a strange tickle under her nose. She sniffed, and wriggled her nose, but it didn't help. Blinking slowly in surprise she reached a leafy limb up to touch her nose. It felt quite odd. The tingling continued and spread until it covered the whole space between her nose and mouth. Running a finger under her nose she felt....hair! Not leaves, not bark, but hair! How could such a thing sprout from an entish face, she wondered. Of course...ent draught had unpredictable effects. This was not the aid to concentration she had hoped for.

"Oakie, I am unhappy with my choice. Can I choose another, it might make the itching go away? Perhaps number 23?" Peachleaf asked plaintively, extending a branchy arm toward the bowl.

[Zôrzimril]

The bristly (in appearance, not so much in personality) ent greeted Snowbark as he approached the pub and said hello. "Good to see you here," she said, though in a much more verbose and roundabout way.

She accepted the bowl of draught from Oakie and took a long, slow sip. She felt the liquid make its way cooly through each branch and bough, and it brought a tingling to her feet. This tingling soon turned into an urge to tap her toes, then jump in place. Each time she landed, the trees around her shook slightly. The bowls of draught sitting on the stone table trembled.

"Oh ho!" Pinecrown cried - possibly the hastiest exclamation ever to leave her lips. "A hopping entwife! Who would have thought we'd live through these long years to see the day?" She turned and began to hop in a circle around the growing crowd of ents, waving merrily to Peachleaf, Mojo, Nienna, Goldberri, and Snowbark as she passed them in turn, wearing the biggest smile she'd smiled in half an age.

[Oak]

@Fairy Nuff

Oakie looked up at Peachleaf. "Oh dear! Oh yeas here is bowl number 23" She handed her the bowl of light green Entdraught. "Yes it will take away the hair".

Effects: It will turn you into a cow - That's not much better than a mustache! )

[Esme]

This was mayhem! suddenly everybody changed into something else, some ridiculous, some utterly frightning but this was a pub and it would all wear off eventually, she hoped, and while she was sipping her draught, she got a bit dizzy, the trees around started to dance before here eyes and she felt the urge to neigh.
NEIGH?? she looked down at her hands, which were hooves now and, oh my twig, she was taller and all her clothes had burst and peeled off of her.
"Good grief, I am a horse" she neighed, and shook her long mane. "I'd love to gallop through the woods now, very fast", she giggled and snorted through her big nortils.
Still wondering, if she should go for a wild stampede or just try a new draught, to make all things better, or worse,
a distant herd was calling to her, to run with the fellow horses and graze on lush pastures in the evening sun.
How very tempting, she thought.
But then again...
"Another one" Okie! she neighed, and pointed with her lovely and well manicured hoof at no 7

[Oak]

@Nienna

Oakie looked up at Nienna and nudged the bowl of orange draught number 7 toward her so she could drink it. "Here, hopefully the effects of this one won't be so drastic.



Effects - you turn green )

[Mojo]

Mojo drained his draught and went to make his typical patented "Hoom hom" but instead it came out as "Honk honk!"

His dear friend of many adventures, Robert the Plant, looked at him. "Hey there, it seems you are not quite yourself Mojo!

In fact, this was true, the trees of the forest seemed much taller than they had been previously. Mojo stuck out a branch, only to see it was now a white feather-covered wing. "Honk honk!" he exclaimed again, to his surprise seeming to have been turned into a bird of some type.

"Not to worry, my friend," said Robert, laughing. "Do you remember my friend Jimmy the Page , attendant to one of the great horse-lords of Rohan? He was once known as one of the 'yard birds' as well! You two should get together!"

[Esme]

Oak put the new drink in front of her and she bowed over the bowl and drank it all, not able to use her hooves to hold it.
This one tasted odd, like moss and fern and a tingle ran down her spine. She shrank, painlessly, the hooves turned into hands again and quickly grabbing her clothes and dressing behind a tree trunk, she was back to her humanly self once again.
"Finally" she sight and laughed. "What a strange adventure. Glad to be my normal self again", she said and smiled reaching out for the drink for a last sip...with a green hand!
"Oh no" she cried out loud. "My skin is green, like a grass hopper, a frog, a young leaf!"
Which wasn't that terrible at all, she thought after a short while looking at her hands and arms. She laughed, with her green lips out of her green face.
"I like it, Oakie, and I might stay that way just a little longer, so no new drink for me for now. How long might this green wonder last?, she asked.

[Zôrzimril]

Once so amused, Pinecrown had had enough of hopping. Her feet were sore from the impact of her weight on the earth, and she longed for the more methodical movements she had grown used to over more than an age. She was also intrigued by the effects of some of the other draughts. Ents were turning into animals all around her: Nienna had turned into a horse. Mojo had become a goose. She'd spent all her long life as a treeish being, and she wanted to try her luck at getting a draught with an animal transformation. How fun it would be, she thought, to try out a different form!

She reined in her hopping to a standstill in front of Oakie. "I'd like," she said, as she hopped up into the air. "To try," she continued, as she thudded into to the ground again. "Another." Pinecrown took what she hoped would be one of her last hops into the air and pointed at a bowl. "Bowl 17, please, Oakie!"

[Oak]

@Tarawen

Hopping Pinecrown was making the earth shake and draughts in the bowls ripple. At her request Oakie pushed the bowl of green draught number 17 toward her where she could easily grab it.

Effects: It makes you sprout big ears - in your case they might look like big sweeping branches)

[SidraLockel Eltoran]

Sidra walked through the forest enjoying the earthy scents that tickled her nose. It had been a long time since she had wandered through a forest that was this old, but rumors of Fangorn had reached her ears, and she knew that her heart wouldn’t feel content until she had explored its’ woodlands. She hummed softly to herself as she wandered further into the trees, reaching out every now and again to run her hand over the bark of different trees that she passed. Some were smooth, while others were coarse beneath her fingers.

She had heard that there was a pub somewhere within the forest, and she wanted to check it out. Though what an Ent’s pub would look like she had no idea. Her steps slowed when she spied a gathering of Ents grouped around a large stone table. Large stone bowls sat on the slab. Her dark umber eyes sparkled as she observed how unique each Ent was. She could hardly believe she was really here! Her eyes widened as she witness the Ents one by one drinking from the bowls, and strange things happening to them.

Her heart pounded in her chest. What would happen if she drank from one of the bowls? She didn’t know, but she hadn’t come all this way not to try. She slowly made her way through the Ents, bowing as she stood before the stone table. “Ai Onod! Mae l’ovannen!” (*Hail Ent! Well met!) She said, bowing to Oakie. “It is an honor to meet you. Might I sample from your bowls?” She asked as she stood on her tiptoes to peer at the bowls. “Could I try bowl number 9, please?”

[Goldberri]

Goldberri took the drink carefully "Thank you, Oakie, beetroot really is one of my favourites. There’s something about that sweet, earthy taste, you know". Goldberri sniffed at her bowl of Entdraught to see if she could identify any other herbs or ingredients, when suddenly Pinecrown started to dance right next to her. This looks like fun! Maybe a little twirl wouldn’t hurt? She wiggled her blossoming crown in time with Pinecrown’s dance and was just about to take a sip of her Entdraught when suddenly a horse was neighing on her other side! Nienna had transformed into a horse and was galloping around, just when Goldberri thought this couldn’t get any stranger, suddenly a big white bird was siting in the Pulb, And it was talking in Mojo’s voice!

Goldberri laughed, shook her head and decided to join in the madness. It was good to be alive and be among friends again. So she took the bowl of Entdaught, and drank it in one long sip. Goldberri’s tongue tingled, she was bursting with energy from her deepest roots to the tips of her tallest twigs. When Nienna suddenly turned back from a horse to being all green Goldi laughed and laughed. Her voice sounded deeper now, louder, and somehow Nienna seemed to not only turn green, but shrink too! Now she looked around, everyone had shrunk and even Oak, who she usually had to look up to, now only reached to the middle of her chest. Goldi looked down at herself and saw that she had become very thin. And her roots were somehow very far away. But no one had shrunk, Goldberri was the one who had grown very tall! She took a step back and almost stumbled on Sidra who was just placing an order. Oh that was close, but Goldberri managed to twist a little and bump into the table instead." Hoom I am terribly sorry my dear. I did not see you there. Do you need any help getting up on one of the tables so you can have a better look?"
Goldi turned to Oak with a wink and asked
"Hoom hasty Oak! Did you manage to get Treebeard’s special recipe? I did not think he would ever tell anyone his secret. Can you show me how to brew this one by any chance? I’m sure the little saplings in my garden would be ever so grateful!"

[Oak]

I don't know how long this one will last," Oakie said looking up at Goldberri. "I just happened on this mixing Treebeard's Entdraught with something else--Moss. I can't take full credit for it.

@SidraLockel Eltoran

Oakie had another customer that was not an Ent, but rather one of the Elves. She even spoke the flowing musical tongue of the Elves. She bowed respectfully and politely request the bowl of pink colored Entdraught number 9. Oakie pushed it in her direction "You are welcome, guest of Fangorn. Enjoy".


Effects: It turns you into a wolf)

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown knew she must act, hem, hastily, if she was going to grab her next draught in between hops. She reached out a long-limbed, bristly arm to scoop up the bowl but missed with a "Hom!" of fright. Goldberri had just grown an age's worth in about a second! Pinecrown bounced upwards again, and shouted, "Halloo up there!" to Goldberri. "My, my. What crazy draughts Oakie has prepared for us!"

Having addressed the suddenly gigantic ent, Pinecrown returned to her mission of taking a drink from her new bowl. The next time she landed with a thud onto the ground, she snatched the bowl from the table and lifted it to her lips. Much of the draught trickled down her body as it spilled mid-hop. It felt something like a gentle drizzle on a summer's day.

She came down to earth at last just as she swallowed the liquid. The hopping stopped suddenly, and Pinecrown lurched forward a bit from the change in motion. "Hoo there, what an adventure!" she said jovially to Oakie. "Let us see what's next."

The formerly-bouncing ent suddenly heard the sounds of the forest magnified as she never had before. She knew, somehow, that a squirrel was scurrying up a nearby tree. She heard the honking coming from the goose that was Mojo like a thunder in her ears. She saw an elleth (Sidra) enter the glade and heard her place her order like the elf was shouting at the top of her lungs, rather than the typical gentle sounds of their speech. Pinecrown reached up, dismayed, to cover her ears and found they had grown to a huge size! Where they had once blended in nicely with her pine boughs and branches, they now stuck out and were longer than her arms. Spiny smaller branches stuck out from them even more.

"Oakie!" she boomed in her panic, nearly deafening herself in the process. She approached the table again and lowered her voice to a whisper so as not to harm her hearing further. "May I please have another? This is hurting my hearing. Can I please try bowl 33?" She hoped that the next one would have a somewhat less painful effect.

[Oak]

@Tarawen
Oakie obliged pushing quietly as possible the pea green Entdraught number 33 toward Pinecone. "My apologies for the effects of that last one. If you don't like this one, you are welcome to keep trying until you fine one you like".

Effects: It turns you into a pig)

[Fairy Nuff]

"Oh thank you so much Oakie" said Peachleaf as she almost hastily took the bowl from the huorn. Then she paused. It might take away the itchy hair underneath her nose but what would it do instead? Was it worth the risk? Peachleaf indulged in a few hours of that most entish of pastimes - deliberation. Others came and went around her, taking their own entdraughts and suffering, or enjoying, the effects. She momentarily broke her reverie when Pinecrown boomed loudly nearby, but was soon back to being deep in thought.

Finally she decided, that darned itching had plagued her throughout the process until she could bear the hair no longer. It was settled, she would risk the effects of the next bowl. Raising it to her lips she tried not to let the mustache soak up too much of the green liquid as she took a few gulps. This time the process started quickly, and as the hair receded she felt odd bumps and bulges appearing over her trunk and head, and then was forced to throw the bowl down as her back morphed into an all-fours position. Two small horns appeared on her head and her ears grew large and stuck out sideways. She felt something going on around her backside, and suddenly she had a tail to swish. Suddenly the grass looked very tasty. "Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she said indignantly. Alarmed at how her voice sounded she tried very hard to speak actual words to Oakie. "Mooooore! 14" she managed.

[The Good Hunter]

Gingersnap

Hoom.... hum...

This all looked a little complicated for Gingersnap. She had followed the trail of a squirrel who'd woken her up that morning, it was it yesterday morning? Days often ran together for Gingersnap, she could get lost gazing into the shimmering waters of the stream that ran near her home for days a time. There was something contemplative about running spring water, it had a musical quality all it's own. But that morning she had been able to gaze into her stream, no, this morning a squirrel, cashing after an acorn that had tumbled down from her roof. When the squirrel had seen her, it forgot all about the acorn and decided it wanted to explore Gingersnap. Squirrels make such a ruckus! It almost made her hasty. The squirrel chittered on and on in its own language, a language far too quick and hasty for Gingersnaps liking. She listened to the tiny creature for hours until it finally just ran off. One moment it was there, and the next it was gone. Gingersnap, wondering where the little creature had gone, began searching her home, finding an enormous cache of acorns outside her home, in a pile by the stream. She liked that, but she wanted to find that squirrel again. She could not be certain why, but there was a feeling deep within her bark that told her she needed to find it. She went many strides through the forest, climbing over rocks and boulders, through moraines and arroyos, along thickets and brambles. Still, though, she could find no trace of her little tiny friend. She did, however find a large stone table with bowls strewn all about it with numbers attached. She always did like numbers. They seemed like hasty things but they were deeper than Gingersnap could imagine.

"Hoom... I've always like the number... 35... it feels very happy."

[Oak]

@Fairy Nuff

Oakie blinked when Peachleaf turned into a cow. She managed to moo out the number 14. Oakie nudged the pea green Entdraught toward her.

Effects - It makes you sprout big flappy feet.

@Frost
Into the pulb strode another Ent she had never seen before Gingersnap, mentioning the number 35. "You like that Endraught? The pea green ones seem to be popular'. Oakie nudged it toward her.

Effects - It turns you into a chicken.

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown desperately scooped up the the new bowl of draught and took a deep gulp. She swallowed quickly - this pub was making her quite hasty. The cool drink coursed through each branch, twig, and bough. She felt herself relax as her ears shrank back into hear head and the sounds of the pub and forest dimmed significantly. But the shrinking didn't stop with her ears! She found herself shooting downwards, and heard a rustling as her beautiful piney branches smoothed into . . . skin! Pinecrown shut her eyes, for the changes were dizzying. When she opened them again, she looked down and saw pink hooves where her entish hands and feet had once been. "What?!" she tried to say. But all that came out was a loud "Oink! Oink!" Her new nose snuffled and snorted as she tried to speak again.

"Hoo, it seems I am an animal! Let's see if I can recall which one from the old lists." More oinking escaped her new mouth. She ambled over to a small nearby pond and gazed down at the water to see her reflection. Pink skin, snub nose, droopy ears, chubby face. "Why, I must be a pig!" she thought. She oinked happily and trundled back to the group of ents, and snorted and snuffled again happily as she heard Peachleaf mooing in her new cow form.

She had been hoping for one of these animal transformations! She wiggled her new curly tail and tried to stand up on her new back legs (it didn't work out so well). She rolled around on her back, enjoying the feeling of the grass tickling her skin. She felt as happy as she had in years.

[The Good Hunter]

Gingersnap

Hoom... hum... hoom

This would not do! No sooner had Gingersnap taken sip of the lovely, earthy pea green draught than she shrank and turned into a chicken! Oh dear! This was most troublesome. She would never be able to find that squirrel now. She would have to go a hundred strides just to get around the stone table. By the mountain's beard this was a mess. What was she going to do? Why did she have the urge to peck something. She saw some birds do that and wondered how that never seemed to give them a headache. She wanted to peck something. There was some dirt on the ground, she pecked at it and got a mouthful of dirt and pebbles. She beamed. It was oddly satisfying. She laughed... and scared herself so badly she started flying, which of course scared her even more so she crashed to the ground. What was that sound she made? It was just a shrill, hasty sound Gingersnap was certain that it could have in no way come from her, an Ent of many, many years. And flying? What was going on? Ents can't fly! They didn't have wings, they had branches and limbs and leaves. Gingersnap looked at her branches but found they were all stubby and covered in feathers! Hoom hum! This was a puzzle and no mistake. She did not want to be hasty, but at the same time she was eager to be back to being and Ent. She would not make a good chicken. She did not know what chickens did. She was a much better Ent because she knew what Ents did, she had been an Ent all her life, she had begun perfecting how she could be an Ent. Was she going to have to learn how to chicken? What did it mean to chicken? Was she ever going to get rid of this singular urge to peck at the ground? Were could she find some corn? Where was that squirrel?

[SidraLockel Eltoran]

Sidra looked around as a voice from above (Goldberri) said “Hoom I am terribly sorry my dear. I did not see you there. Do you need any help getting up on one of the tables so you can have a better look?” She craned her head back and found a very thin, VERY tall Ent staring down at her. “Greetings!” She said loudly, “Thank you for offering your assistance! I think I can see well enough.” She smiled at the Ent before turning her attention back to Oakie. She bowed as Oakie pushed the bowl in her direction. “Hantanyel (I thank thee)!” Sidra said, as she took the large bowl.

She stood there for a moment holding the stone bowl carefully with both hands. I wonder how they get it to look that shade of pink. She mused to herself as she stared at the pink liquid. The color reminded her of Eglantine – the wild roses that grew in Ithilien. She gave Oakie a wink as she raised the bowl to her lips. “Almien! (Cheers)” She said as she took a slip. She found the Entdraught to be surprisingly cool in temperature. It tasted like fresh strawberries! She took a large gulp, enjoying the flavor – so refreshing! She felt a tingling in her limbs and carefully set the bowl down.

The tingling became more intense and Sidra suddenly found herself to be standing on all fours! “Ai!” She exclaimed. She could feel her ears growing, and she seemed to be sprouting hair all over! She closed her eyes, as a shudder passing through her. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to find that her eyesight was even keener than before! And what were all these scents she was suddenly smelling? She looked down at her hands (feet?) and found herself staring at two black paws! What? She walked over to the bowl and peered at her reflection. Staring back at her from the liquid was the face of a large black wolf!

“By the Valar!” She exclaimed, “I’m a wolf!” Her dark, pointed ears pricked forward, then swiveled back as she listened to the noises around her. “You have quite the talent!” She said to Oakie, giving her a toothy grin and wagging her thick black tail. “I bet this would make long distance traveling super easy!” She lowered her head in a little bow, before shooting off to run around the area. “I’m so fast!” Sidra said with a laugh, her long pink tongue hanging out of her mouth in a silly grin. Suddenly she saw something pink rolling in the grass (Tarawen). “Hullo! What’s that?” She mused, slowing her stride to stalk towards the pink thing in the glass. Movement near the pink thing also caught her eyes. Was that a…chicken (Frost)? Both smelled very interesting. Which one should she greet first? She broke into a run, and rushed by the chicken (Frost), giving it a sniff with her nose, before rushing away to greet the pink thing. “Hello!” She said loudly, stopping to stand in front of the…what was the name for it? Oh yes, pig (Tarawen)! “You smell interesting!”

[Liläth]

Rosylvatica

“Mmhhmmph..” Rosylvatica could hear the ruckus coming from a place not far from her. A place that she had been avoiding for sometime now. A place that she was currently moving towards. Call it curiosity, call it stupidity but here she was and as a grown, vivacious, tri-color beech one would think she would have some wisdom to avoid places like this. Obviously, what wisdom she was meant to have, now fled as she paused outside the mingling crowd.

With small grunts and much groans, she shook her limbs loose, flashing leaves of pink and purple as she shifted her overly large body towards the stone table that other ents..and animals? Were currently covered around. “Mmmnnuugh…” She sighed, her eyes shifting from the multiple bowls of some sort of liquid that everyone was partaking in. “..number 32...if you don’t mind” She muttered, glancing up at the Huorn Oakie who seemed to be in charge of this game. It seemed like many bowls had been drunk already but as to what purpose, who knows.

As she waited for whatever horrid concoction that was being made for her, she glanced over at the small array of animals and objects that were scattered around. A chicken...pig...and a wolf? Weird combination. That's for sure. She hoped it had nothing to do with the game she was suddenly involved with but time will tell.

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown was still enjoying the tickling of the grass on her strange pink skin when another animal (Sidra) approached and gave her a sniff. A squeal of fright escaped her mouth instinctively. She got to her feet and stared back at the newcomer. Its words seemed friendly enough, but her pink pig's mind seemed paralyzed with fear. She gathered her nerves, reminder herself that she really was an ent, tall and steady.

She tilted her head and tried to remember the name for this new creature. It was . . . four legs, smells things, stalks prey in packs . . . A wolf! No wonder she was afraid. Her chubby pink body wouldn't last long if confronted by a real wolf, she knew that much. Pinecrown overcame the pig-form fear and tilted her head to indicate understanding. "Oink!" she said in a friendly greeting.

Another ent (Rosylvatica) was eyeing them all curiously. Pinecrown took stock of the clientele of the pub and gave a snort of laughter. They were certainly an odd bunch. She trundled over to the table where Oakie was tending the bar and pointed with her front foot to bowl 25. She wanted to properly greet her new companions.

[Oak]

@Liläth

Oakie didn't fail the notice the regal Beech coming her way. Her leaves were quite remarkable, showing shades of pink and purple. As Oakie was looking up through her splendid crown she requested bowl number 32. Oakie pushed the pink Entdraught toward her.

Effects: It make your nose grow long)

@Tarawen

It seemed the pig rolling around the grass was wanting the try another Entdraught. She was pointing at the green bowl 25. Oakie set it on the ground where she could drink it.

Effects: Well: it will make you grow a tail.)

[SidraLockel Eltoran]

When the pink pig (Pinecrown) squealed with fright, Sidra sat back on haunches feeling bad for having scared her. The oink the pig gave her seemed friendly enough though. Her black head tilted to the side as she watched the piggy walk back over to the table. She wondered why she was able to talk as a wolf, but the pig could only make pig sounds. If she was in her normal form, she would have shrugged her shoulders.

She watched as a tall beech tree (Rosylvatica) made her way over to the table. She wagged her black wolf tail when the Ent looked her way. Sidra wanted to sample another bowl of Entdraught, but first, she wanted to run around some more! She raced around the area, enjoying how fast she could run and the feel of her air rushing over her. She finally turned back towards the table, and leapt up onto it to get a better look at the bowls. She was careful not to knock any of the bowls over of step in them.

She turned a toothy smile towards Oakie and nudged bowl number 9. “May I try this one next, please?” She asked, Oakie.

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown walked over on all fours to the bowl that Oakie had so kindly placed on the ground. She wasn't quite sure how she'd drink the draught, but she made it work, lapping up the draught with enthusiasm.

No sooner had the draught finished spreading to the ends of her little pink limbs when she started getting taller and felt the familiar bristle and swish of her piney branches. Every twig and pinecone seemed to be in place . . . but what was this? She tried - unsuccessfully - to turn and look behind her, as something extra seemed to be there, and it was not one of her typical branches. "Hoom, hum," she said, her deep and slow voice restored after its turn as high-pitched piggy squeals. "What's this, Oakie? I can't see behind me but it appears that something is not quite right. I feel quite out of balance!"

She looked at the wolf (Sidra) now sitting on the table and said, "Oh, I'm sorry for squealing at you earlier! I don't know why I couldn't talk." She introduced herself in her long-winded way, then smiled. "What has it been like to be a wolf? Being a pig was enjoyable! I don't recall ever being that small, and having smooth skin was quite unusual."

[Oak]

@SidraLockel Eltoran

Oakie bent down to the wolf Sidra . "Ma'am you already drank that one up. You need to try another one." Oakie tapped interior of the empty bowl with a branch.

[Lail]

Beechbark gave a great hooming yawn and stretched his branches out toward the sky. Deciding he needed a bit of a pick-me-up, he took his time heading to the Entdraught Pulb. Upon arriving, he saw that it was already quite busy and many bowls were empty. He cast his large green eyes over a wolf, chicken and all manner of interesting creatures. "Hoommm, well...'need brooks no delay, yet late is better than never', as they say," he said.

He looked to the Huorn hostess and said, "I could use a refreshment, Oak. May I have...bowl number..." Beechbark paused and was silent for a moment. "Eleven. Yes...eleven is a good number."

[SidraLockel Eltoran]

Sidra laughed, and wondered if wolves could blush. “Forgive me.” She said to Oakie, “I’m afraid all that running around as a wolf made me forgetful!” She nudged one of the stone bowls that was nearby. “May I try number 11?” She asked, gazing at the liquid that was moss green in color.

She turned her gaze to Pinecrown, the tall Ent who appeared to have a tail? “No need to apologize.” Sidra said to the Ent. “Being a wolf is a lot of fun! I wish I could run this fast all the time! And having such a strong sense of smell is amazing! I never knew there were so many scents about!”

OOC: ( @Oak I don't know if you saw this post. Haha. Sorry for choosing a bowl I had before. Guess I was really tired when I originally replied.)

[Liläth]

Rosylvatica

“Much obliged” She hummed and harred, moving her branches to gently cup the bowl that was offered to her by the huorn Oakie. Suspicious yes but as she sniffed the liquid inside, it had a pleasant enough smell to subside any worry she might have had. It reminded her of a mossy undergrowth on a wintery morning, pleasant, agreeable.

The wolf Sidra jumped up on the table, over excited to get another bowl and she stepped back, allowing her long limbs which served as legs, to remove herself from any distractions. Her gaze shifted to Pinecrown, the pig and she raised her limb to allow it reach the table also. It seemed that whatever the huorn had in these bowls, it was very popular.

As she swallowed a mouthful of liquid, Rose noticed that it didn’t burn like the fiery beverage she tried once long ago. ‘Agreeable yes, pleasant.’ That was until what one would class as her nose, was elongating at a rapid rate that almost caused the Beech to go cross-eyed. Her tri-color leaves rattled slightly as she moved one to touch the now sudden offense on her face.

‘So this liquid changed oneself..interesting’ She slowly moved her tall frame back to the table and placed the empty bowl on it. Lowering her frame until her face was barely a foot away from the Huorn Oakie. “I see. Tricky one you are. Pick another, yes” Her eyes which were various shades like the colors of her leaves focused on the bowls before she murmured. “Twenty eight is agreeable, yes. If possible, thank you.”

[Zôrzimril]

Pinecrown gave a little shimmy and felt her new . . . something move along with her. "Being a wolf sounds delightful," she told Sidra. "Being a pig was fun, but I certainly wasn't fast at all. More, ahhhm, bendable than an old ent like myself, but certainly not quick like a wolf. Did you get wind of anything interesting with that wolfish nose?"

Pinecrown took a step or two from side to side. She could feel the new thing caused by the latest round of draught dragging on the ground. She walked in a circle, craning her stiff entish neck as far back as it would go to try and see what was going on. She caught a glimpse of something long and utterly unlike her beautiful branches and boughs. It seemed to be a long, strong tail! It recalled to mind those large creatures with big snapping mouths . . . hoom. Crocodiles? She laughed. "Well this must be a sight to see! An old ent with the tail of a scaly creature."

[Oak]

@Liläth

The long nose just didn't fit the face of the magnificent Beech. So Oakie wasn't surprised when Rose requested another bowl. She pushed the bowl of light green entdraught (28) toward her. If you don't like this one, you can try another.


Effects: It makes you grow ancient looking)

[Liläth]

Rosylvatica

Roseylvatica or Rose for short was cupping another bowl that was passed to her once again. A nose was fine but such an odd feature to have such a large one on her face. Her tri-colored eyes glanced at Pinecrown who was spinning around with a large looking tail behind her. If one had eyebrows, surely they would be raised and as the ent spun once more, Rose had to lift her roots accordingly. It would not do well to be hit by that tail even though it seemed to bring much joy to the Ent. ‘Not well, no indeed’ She hummed as she brought the green entdraught to her lips once more.

The Huorn Oakie offered to bring her another if she so desired and perhaps she might. It seemed like a most enjoyable way to pass the time. ‘Indeed yes, fun?’ She paused for a moment, pondering if this was what one called fun and finished the contents of the bowl quickly. Her long branches shifted to move the bowl back down on the table but the colored tone in her bark was becoming darker and it made her pause. So here she was, hovering above the table with the bowl barely inches from touching the surface.

Her tri-colored leaves of pink, purple and green were swirling, changing. More white was framing them and bursts of color came from the centre of the leaves rather than the whole leaf being one color or another. Her branches were becoming thicker, longer, larger. Her trunk was doing the same and she was almost tripling the size she previously was. Despite this sudden growth spurt of hers, it did not register to the Beech that she had changed. In fact, it seemed more logical that everyone else has just shrunk.

The huorn Oakie who was shorter than her previously had now shrunk considerably. ‘Are you ok? Shrunk you have, yes’ She murmured, her gaze concerned as she reached down as if to lift the huorn to inspect for any damage. Everyone here was so tiny. The liquid given to them had shrunk them all. This was not good, no.

[Oak]

Oakie gawped. The ground shook a bit as Rose had grown enormous. The Beech Entwife now filled the glade and overshadowed it with her mulitcolored crown. Oakie was but a mere little fluff of shiny oak leaves scrabbling around on its roots compared to Rose. Oakie shook her crown of delicate looking shiny leaves. "No I have not shrunk, You have grown to great size".