User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Troll

I smile and whisper to my wife if she remembers the last batch of potions I made from her herbs. She gives me a wide eyed stare as I pull one out of my satchel. I explain to the bullies that, unless they want a really hard day, they should probably back down. The bullies remember how I'd scared them off previously, but made to attack anyway.

"You're little bottles won't help you this time." One says. I grab a crossbow off of my hip nd point it at him, asking if he want's to rethink attacking a troll's alchemist husband.

"Get him!" He shouts, as I pull the trigger, releasing the poisoned bolt. it hits him and within moments he's gone stiff, even his pants have a fine stiffness inside of them. The other two charge at us as I reload.

I pull the trigger for the second bolt, before being knocked to the ground by the last man. He pins both my arms and brings a fist back to punch me, when another hand grabs it. He turns to see my wife holding his entire fist in her hand.

"Stop it!" She cries, throwing him off of me seemingly without effort. I go to grab a vial out of my satchel, when I feel a distinct wetness. I warn my wife about what's about to happen, and go completely stiff myself.

The effects are somewhat slower when absorbed through skin, but still potent. As my pants begin to tent, I can see the look on her face change as my spirit energy builds up. She quickly drags me off away from the bullies and the road. She puts her umbrella against a tree and gives me a ravenous look. I may need to tone down the concentration next time, because we were there for the rest of the day.

Afterwards we get home, and spend some more time in bed. We're pretty damned sure she's pregnant, and are looking forward to our first child.