Green Skinned Fucking

The air is musty. The stone floor feels cold and damp. Books, tomes, grimoires and codexes sit haphazardly in piles so tall that they touch the ceiling. The chamber isn't dark, but the fire under the bubbling cauldron doesn't illuminate it much either. It makes the shadows dance with otherworldly life, as if possessed spirits and demons. An elderly man with a long gray beard, clad in purple robes and a purple pointed hat, stands by the cauldron mixing the contents with a stirrer. He has a strange twinkle in his eye as he notices you, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Greetings young one," he says in a raspy, half-mad voice, "you shouldn't sneak up on an old man like that! Especially at night and when they're alone in their room, hee-hee-hee!" He rested his stirrer by the cauldron. "Oh, what's in my cauldron you ask? I was brewing a vision to uh, entertain me. Would you like to watch? Come, sit on this stool next to mine.

Come a little closer. That's it. Ignore my hand on your leg, I need support so I don't fall over kheh-heh.

I just need to add the last ingredient to finish it all off. I was going to peer into the lives of that tribe of savage ones, the ones over in those mountains not so far away. Orcs, goblins and what have you. They're entertaining to say the least. When they're not brawling they're fucking, and when they're not fucking they're brawling. They make great subjects to watch, hee-hee-hee! But what do you prefer young one? I can't look through the eyes of a specific individual, but I can zero in on the species. Orcs perhaps? Can't go wrong with goblin though, the sluts. Or maybe Ogres are more your thing. What? Don't look at me like that, some people like Ogres, the freaks."

(Ed note: and maybe some other creatures in the future if I feel like it)