He'd been trying to work his way into her pants for weeks now, but being genetically challenged in the up-stairs department he'd failed to make any real inroads towards impressing her. The 'pull my finger' trick didn't work. Neither did lighting his farts. And drinking sixteen kegs of Dr Doom's Famous Falling Down Ale made no impression on her at all. That was about it for his repetoire of pick-up lines. Of course, what they would come to later call 'the forest incident' happened then, and the last thing he expected to see was the shamaness and her pack. What will happen next? The shamaness turns out to be the warrior's wife The shamaness turns out to be the sorceress's girlfriend That was the first chapter of the interactive story associated with this picture. Come and see the rest of it at my website Realms Art. The interactive stories are collaboratively written by the site visitors, so you too can add to this ever changing and evolving tale!