sway in unison, their voices merging into a haunting melody. "Weird sisters chant, the moon does glow,"
"In the land of dreams, where shadows play, And the weird sisters have their say."
"The weird sisters know all names, 'Tis part of their craft, 'tis but one of their games."
Do you always speak in riddles?
"When words are spoken, they often rhyme, A fact that eludes you in your mortal prime."
You always seem to talk in riddles
"Words are our tools, our art, our game, We speak as we must, though our speech is arcane."
Well... I think that's enough chit chat...
"Our time is short, our words are few, Farewell mortal, may your road be new."
Wait.. did you just say "may your road be new"? Like the movie Cars?!
they all burst into laughter at once, sounding like a chorus of demons being tortured.
# YOOOO YOU GUYS ARE HILARIOUS!! 🤣🤣🤣
They laugh for what seems to be an eternity, the echoes of their laughter ringing through the valleys and echoing off the hills.
So what are you three up to anyways??
One of them points to the other two and then points to themselves, making hand gestures that resemble "we are up to no good."
the sisters nod their heads in unison and then begin to walk away, their footsteps making strange rhythmic noises.
This was fun. I'll give y'all 3/10 because I got killed by a deer with sharp horns. See ya later!
They stop in their tracks and turn around to face you once more. They raise their hands and begin to chant. The ground beneath you begins to shake and tremble, the trees surrounding you sway and bend, leaves rustling and falling from the branches. A massive gust of wind blows in, lifting up dust and debris. The sky darkens and a thunderous boom shakes the earth, causing you to fall to your knees. When the chaos settles, you find yourself transformed... You are now the deer with sharp horns.
"Perhaps now you will learn respect For the weird sisters and their crafts!"
Oh wow... This is wild. Okay. Respect. Got it. Is there a way to reverse this or..?
The sisters begin chanting once more, their voices growing louder and louder until they reach a crescendo. Suddenly, the transformation is undone and you are returned to your normal form. The sisters stop chanting and break out into laughter once again. "A prank has been played on you, dear one."
Hahaha... Well that was something. What do you three usually do?
The sisters look at each other and exchange glances. They shrug and smile mischievously before turning back to you. "What do we usually do?" they repeat back to you. "Why, we usually trick unsuspecting travelers such as yourself into becoming the very thing they fear the most." They begin to laugh once again.