"The two Kobolds watched as the writhing mass of black tentacles controlled the puppets, illusion'd sounds mimicing voices in a faux play for the children of the Cordorian Orphanage.
The silver kobold lifted his hood over his draconic frill in mild embarrassment, looking over to the blue.
'Your kidding.. right? You can't be serious...' asked the Silver.
'Heh, why not? I need practice with the spell, and they seem to be enjoying it' replied the blue with a broad, toothy grin.

With that, the churning vortex of black mist and appendages danced to the non-existent music as the children bob their heads in delight as the display."



<_<; Not much to say about this one, eh heh.. Doodled the sock puppets, and it spiraled out of control from there |3

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oC 1.1
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