Pick a Putrid Potion

You are taken back to face the evil witch Dorka. "Well, are you going to become a were and serve me and my mistress, the Countess Bathory?" she asks.

"NEVER!" you cry "And you'll pay for what you did to poor Jessie! I won't let you hurt her!"

"A pity." replys Dorka, calmy "We could have used a slave with spirit. Well, I assume you know the arrangement". She takes a tray out of a cupboard. On it are bottles of unpleasant-smelling potions in diffrent colours. "You must drink one of these potions, to make sure they are safe. Oh, and you can't back out now, you made your choice!"

You stare at the foul potions and eventually decide...

Written by AR Jackson

The Clear Potion

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