*Sits down by Shadowspawn & passes him the popcorn, grins, and stirs the pot some more* ;>
Ooooh! A chaotic, old-fashioned Guild war in the brewing!
Who's selling the tickets? And for how much? And DON'T tell me about the cooler heads prevailing I'll pay good money for a seat at the bloodbath!
Hmmm - If I'm a spectator & get hit by an AOE I suppose I'll HAVE to defend meself .... ;>
"Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged in' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share in the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do?
A deed without a name."
Kaldair