As the three girls were happily, or not, talking away just outside the mysterious door, the obvious cliché soon followed. Without warning, the heavy door that had previously been firmly shut suddenly swung open, slamming into the brickwork wall with a heavy thump. The sudden occurrence made Brandy let out cutesy 'Eep!'-noise and prompted hte satyress to leap backwards instinctively... Right into Sofia... Which cause the two to collapse in a pile of comedically entangled limbs and questionably suggestive poses and positions... It seemed Sofia's bad luck had [i]some[/i] benefits at times.

But putting the fan-service only observable to Alice aside for the time being...

Past the open doorway a room was visible. A rectangular room. In the dead center was a stone coffin, which had been turned into a macabre desk. There were two skulls on each end, each with a lit candle atop eithers cranium. There was an inkwell with a single-fingered skeletal hand dipped into it, and several bo0oks and documents stacked ontop of each other. On one side of the room there was also a hunched over, snarling figure, apparently busy with gnawing or eating something on the floor. Whoever they were, their skin looked leathery and their hair was wiry and frayed, as well as a matted black color. On the other end of the room was a similar figure, though this one more slim and slender, and with stark white hair. Interestingly, or perhaps concerning, was the fact that neither of them seemed to be wearing any clothes except for a ragged, ratty and tattered loincloth. This was paricularly alarming since the white-haired thingy-whos-it was very clearly female upon closer inspection.

However, the most striking feature of all, was the person sitting [i]at[/i] the strange coffin-desk. It was...!

... A... really short guy...?

[color=silver]"Wha-wha-what is this infernal racket!? Who dares disturb the work of [b][i]VREZNOK, MASTER OF DOOM!?[/i][/b]"

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...

For someone with such an ominous name, his voice sure was rather squeaky... And while he did indeed rock a most magnificent and well-kept pompadour and perfectly waxed and trimmed moustache, as well as a gilded monocle on his left eye, it was still ... Difficult... To take this short-stuff seriously. Jumping off his [i]extremely[/i] lavish, ornate and comfortable-looking leather-cushioned chair, the small man rounded his desk and stood infront of it, looking out into the hall where the gilrs were. He wore an extravagant robe of purple and black, with gold accents and trim, and a pair of soft leather boots. Needless to say, this fellow seemed to be in the money, as they say. But that aside, he was now glaring with a disapproving scowl at the three ladies who had invaded his hidden sphere of dominion, or some such.

[color=silver]"Who are you foolish girls!? What business do you have here, in the lair of the great and powerful [b][i]BREZNOK, MASTER OF DOOM,[/i][/b] huh? No mere ordinary skanks could ever hope to find my oh-so-cleverly concealed laboratory! Speak, reveal to me your intent! Or be destroyed." His high-pitched, nasaly voice, coupled with hsi overly dramatic and arrogant way of speaking was in no way at all surprisingly grating.

At this point though, after a good bit of fondling and touching and making strange noises, Brandy had amanged to get off and free from Sofia, standing back up and brushing dust and dirt from herself. Only just now seeing the black and glossy-haired ... Shorty... She let out a snort, followed by a laugh.

"Maa-haa-haa-haa!! Wh-what the heck is this!? You serious? This guy serious, girls!? Maa-haa-haa! Lookit him, he's barely tall enough to reach my bellybutton! Oh man, ths is like, too much! I was expecting some kinda evil overlord-type, but we get thus munchkin instead?" 
[color="silver]"[b]M!? M-m-m-munchkiin!?[/b] How [b]DARE[/b] you, insolent wench!? You dare make light of [b]VREZNOK, MASTER OF DOOM'S[/b] illustrious and noble gnomish heritage? You shall suffer, suffer greatly!"[/silver]
"Yeah, yeah! Maa-haa-haa! Whatever you say, lil' guy. So, uh, hold on, I gotta just-" Brandy had to wipe tears from her eyes from laughing too hard "-So, anyway. You know anythint about that boney guy in the sawmp out back?"
[color=silver]"You dare mock and ignore me, then demand answers for you insignificant questions!? You... You... You impudent vagrant hussie! This insolence shall not stand! I will turn you all into my servants an dhave you service me with those lewd and vulgar bodies of yours for all eternity! [b]Martin, Thelma, GET THEM![/b]" And now he was disclosing that he was also a total perv and chauvinist... Awesome my guy.

Though at his command, the two figures who had been languishing in the background suddenly perked up. With snarling, beastial howls, they both faced the doorway and, with surprising speed, began to make a mad dash towards the trio of invading ladies... On all four... Now that they got closer, and their bodies and faces got illuminated by the light of the candles, who and what they were was made much clearer.

And they were ghouls. Yup. Their fingers and toes ended in sharp, bony claw-like protrusions, their eyes were yellow, they didn't have noses but just the holes, and their jaws seemed to be able to extend far further than what is anatomically possible for humans. Oh, and their teeth was also yellow. Meanwhile, this [i]Vreznok[/i] produced a small, hooked wooden cane, or wand, from his back and aimed it at the girls, letting out a shrill, manical laughter.

"A-Al! S-Sofers! Whadda we doooo~ !?" Brandy's jovial and immensely amused disposition had changed quite drastically in the past few moments, and her ears were now s flitting nervously forwards and backwards and hair tail had gone stiff and upright. She fumbled along her waist before grabbing hold of her spikey blunt instrument and yanked it free of its holding-loop.

An epic battle of legendaryproportions was underway!

... Or you know, three random adventurers versus a supposed gnomish necromancer and his two minions... Whichever floats your boat.