He sat ready to eat dinner with his Warlady as the cook came in with a face aghast of fright. Comming to the warlord whispering at his ear with a pale face.

The warlord blinked a drip of sweat forming on his forehead wondering how he could bring the news to his Warlady.

Writing down some orders. He passed them to the cook.

Go to the scouts, tell them to ride out. The culprits cannot be far. They may still be on their way home. If we keep an eye out we might yet find who is responsible.

Taking his courage by both hands he finally started.

Me love the treasury has been robbed. And it seems the culprits took our reserves of rose petals and cookies stored there, they must have thought it hold valuable gold. Our whole storage has been stolen.

It was then as he waited for his warlady's response that the first report was brought in. Very quickly they had found some cookie crumbs which had led towards the kingom of Jolin of Foul, with a stuffed Ashwang resting beside the road, who ended having a heart attack as he was discovered.

Victim no. 2 of the day. Jolin smiled happily as her army of aswangs and her fled from Jyllian's kingdom, bags of cookies, tubs of jello, and a little bit of gold. As everyone was skipping along the path back to her kingdom to unload, one fat aswang suddenly dropped out of line and fell to his death....


Uh oh... Jolin thought...

The aswang was pale... plump... and the sides of his mouth was of crumbs and jelly... Maybe casting a spell might bring him back...

A thundering rumble came from the east where she had come from. The armies of Jyllian were on a rampage to seek who looted their jars...

RUN!!!!!!!! Jolin screamed at her lil vampires... And don't eat anything until we get back!!! or you'll end up like this poor sap!!!! Drop all buckets of jello right now! it'll slow them down!

~Thud dud dud dud dud dud dud dud dud dud~ went the jello as all x amount of crates fell from the firm crasp of the aswang claws. Thousand of acres of jello splattered along the Moonstone borderside as Jolin and friends continued fleeing back to her kingdom.

A scout returning his boots full of Yello.



He shook his head, there had to be a solution. Then the idea came to him and he nodded.

Send a message to the Dragon, and Griffin lairs. Have them saddle our aerial war regiments. We are taking off. If we can't take the culprit by land, we will do it by sea.

And send word to the warlady what way they were heading. She might want to take the spearhead of the action in reclaiming her cookies.

The messenger saluted. A bit daunted to come close to the warlady in her current mood. But orders were orders he guessed what could be the worst that could happen.

As he entered the Warlady's quarters with the message and the information for her.

Happy to have made an ambush worth many days of clean up.... yet... disappointed she didnt' get to keep her jello... Jolin and her crew solemnly struted along.

Ah ha! Jolin exclaimed.
Let us go to the beach for a picnic with our cookies! That way if we drop any cookie crumbs, they'll blend in with the sand!

So it was settled that the vampires would spend an evening at the beach. Far from the veil lands and heathen enemies... so she thought....

*Ristin read the letter to Shayanna whose ears rose in alarm. She didnt care about jello, but her entire stock of rose cookies?*


"I do nae think so.
I wannae catch her before she gets back to the realms of FOUL.
Do nae wannae get captured behind enemy lines.
That would put FOUL in a good bargining position, but nae a way in hell I be reliquishing me cookies.

I be leaving now.
Nae a time to raise a squad. Haste be paramount."

*Grabbing a few weapons and a few supplies she hopped on Screech and went by sea to cover more ground.
Or water under the circumstances*