Help the Woman

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old woman saved you from the wolves, the least you can do is one little favor for her before you leave.You climb on top of the stepstool and look on the highest shelf through the various vials, bottles and flasks, searching for the elusive container of rosemary. You scan the labels of the horde of containers in front of you. Blood of baboon, eye of newt, wool of bat, leg of lizard, toe of frog.You quickly read through all the labels and realize this isn’t the typical collection of herbs and spices. You’re about to step down from the stool when you hear a shuffling behind you.<figure id="39b8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*zwQzO-pVLUxLB5DfTRFllw.png"><figcap

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tion></figcaption></figure>The old woman stands beneath you, smiling, giant cauldron bubbling away behind her. You didn’t hear her coming up until she was right next to you. You’re about to tell her that you really must be going when she speaks up.“This will be a delicious stew.” She grins at you hungrily and cackles, “I wanted some pork, but you’ll have to do!”The old witch wraps her arms around your waist, and with a raw strength that completely catches you off guard, lifts you off the stool and up over her head. She arcs back with you in a perfect suplex and releases you a moment before you plummet head-first into the scalding broth.YOU ARE DEAD</article></body>

Pick Your Peril: The Hero of Mudtown

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How long could it take?

All you need to do is find one stupid jar and then you can be on your way. This old woman saved you from the wolves, the least you can do is one little favor for her before you leave.

You climb on top of the stepstool and look on the highest shelf through the various vials, bottles and flasks, searching for the elusive container of rosemary. You scan the labels of the horde of containers in front of you. Blood of baboon, eye of newt, wool of bat, leg of lizard, toe of frog.

You quickly read through all the labels and realize this isn’t the typical collection of herbs and spices. You’re about to step down from the stool when you hear a shuffling behind you.

The old woman stands beneath you, smiling, giant cauldron bubbling away behind her. You didn’t hear her coming up until she was right next to you. You’re about to tell her that you really must be going when she speaks up.

“This will be a delicious stew.” She grins at you hungrily and cackles, “I wanted some pork, but you’ll have to do!”

The old witch wraps her arms around your waist, and with a raw strength that completely catches you off guard, lifts you off the stool and up over her head. She arcs back with you in a perfect suplex and releases you a moment before you plummet head-first into the scalding broth.

YOU ARE DEAD