Sugar Hollow

"Then so shall it be. Let this land be seen for all it's wonderful candy, and I will defend it down to the last grain of sugar." Appopo spoke and closed his eyes and began to mumble.

Sticking both hands out, his right with the wand, he mumbled stopped and be gan words, "PO-PA-PU-PO-PA-PU-POOOOO!"

Yellow sparks flew from the tip of wand, forming into a yellow softball sized ball of energy. His other hand had black energy spewing from it, placing a dome around the entire piece of land as yellow lights shown from the ground, forming two demonic runes; one for good and one for evil. A ring the width of the dome wrapped around these two symbols.

Using his left hand, Appopo reached into the belly of his coat and dug around a minute. A few clunks and clinks, screams and laughs, and other weird noises, Appopo pulled out some candy and threw it in the evil circle and candy in the light circle. He'd then throw the lolipop from earlier into the circle. The lights would glow and then vanish, taking done with it.

Appopo looked at what was in front of him and scratched where his nose would be if he had one. His head tilted back and forth, staring at the grass.

"Po da fopop?" It seemed like even Appopo was confused.

And then a black block appeared in the middle, accompanied by more with every second. A white picket fence started popping out of the ground and so did white chickens. Next was a mailbox at the gate.

Appopo crossed his arms and started tapping his right foot on the ground, faster and faster till it was in the ground and then he'd just move it and continue. His eyes slanted and a vein started bulging above his right eye.

"Pamip po pololo!" He shouted at the slow process.

A small sticky note appeared on Appopos forehead, "Rock-Candy!"

Appopo scribbled a "me pu!" And stuck it back on his forehead. Another appeared, "You're the Father of Destruction. Get us our damn Rock Candy. We don't care what you want."

Appopo just looked at it and blinked with a sweat drop forming on his forehead. A new message appeared telling Appopo to flip the note over. When he flipped it over, a large tongue stuck out and gave him a raspberry (not the berry). Appopos face was covered in slobber and he blew the note up. While wiping his face off, he had another note appear. He'd sigh, drop his head, and look at it. Another tongue, another face full of slobber. This time Appopo grabbed the tongue, wiped away the slobber, lowered his cloths and revealed his mouth. The tongue flickering went to spurts and what looked like an attempt to flee. Appopo ate it and no more stickynotes showed up.



Appopo then looked at the work, muttered some words, and waved his wand. It all sped up to reveal a small two story tower. Chickens clucked and bees were buzzing, and Appopo walked through the small white picket gate. He stopped at a plant that had smiley faces for flowers and poked one; a blood curdling scream was heard as long as he touched it. He'd giggle and play with the screaming a flowers to make music out of it.

He then walked into his keep, shut the wooden door behind him, and looked around. It was massive in the inside, like an entire mansion. Besides a few pillars for structure support, the wooden floors were dusty and so was the wood chair in the far right corner.

The spell took a lot out of him, because what everyone saw was not the only thing created. Up in the clouds, a wizard tower floated in the sky. We won't talk much on it now, but it's there.

Appopo curled up on the ground and passed out. His snores filled the air quickly as well as floating z's made of a black energy. They'd vanish into thin air at first, but then the space started filling in with furniture and other nice things, as well as stairs and the second floor.

While Appopo napped in his new home, Nimpapa and Nimpopo searched high and low for the guy in the picture. When they saw Wah talking to them, they stopped and watched to see what Appopos friend was going to do.

@sione and Xin would have no problem finding Old Man Jenkins. His farm sat on the outskirts of town, surrounded by corn fields. The farmhouse was fairly easy to find as well, and Xin and Sione would see the old man himself sitting on his porch in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe. A large crossbow sat beside the rocking chair, loaded and ready. As the pair approached, he raised the crossbow and fired into the field. There was a sharp squeak as the bolt hit a field rat, and he let out a satisfied puff of smoke. He reloaded, put the crossbow down, and turned to Xin and Sione.

"How can I help you two? If you're looking for the cherry fields, you made a wrong turn."

A finely made black carriage rolled into the cozy little town that was Sugar Hollow. As she did, Grandma had been traveling around and had heard from a nearby village of this place. According to the villagers, the best sweets one could buy were made in this place and Grandma’s love of such things had enticed her to take a look at this town for herself. The town was quite quaint looking and judging by the location, Grandma guessed it didn’t receive all that many visitors.

Pulling up in front of what appeared to be a bakery, Grandma climbed down from the carriage rather stiffly, shifting some of her weight on her cane once she was out. Motioning for her driver to park the carriage in a more suitable location, Grandma entered the bakery as her carriage rattled off down the street in search of a place to park and rest the horses. Once inside, Grandma tapped her cane on the counter with the intention of getting the attention of someone who worked at the bakery.

The owner of the bakery, Lucy, was almost the perfect caricature of the type of person Grandma expected to be working in a store like this. Returning the plump woman an equally warm smile, Grandma glanced over the various baked goods before responding.

“Hmm, the cream puffs do smell rather delightful, I’ll take a batch of them when they’re ready. As you can probably tell judging by how small of a town this is, I’m a traveler. You have quite the nice little community here, but certainly off the beaten path. I assume you don’t receive that many visitors here normally?”

As she talked, Grandma idly walked around the shop, pursuing the various food. Her purple robes swished back and forth as she walked, cane thumping on the floor rather slowly. Grandma was particularly interested to see what type of pies this bakery had.

Wah saw a pair of people also arrive at Old Man Jenkins', he comes over tries to ask for help. "Hello! Excuse me, I've lost my family. Do you know of a wizard named Doobie? I need to find him. Or if not, do you know where other Kobolds can be found?"

The little kid hoped he could get some sort of information to help him. Doobie was so focused on finding his way back home, he didn't recognize that Xin was right there.

“I’ll have a single peach pie in addition to the cream puffs I think,” Grandma said, pointing a bony finger at the pie in question. She paused for a moment before changing the conversation to a slightly different topic.

“What other places of note are there to visit in this town? Any good restaurants or shops? It is rather small, but I assume there are at least a few other establishments around. Also, how much will I owe you for the baked goods?”

Grandma pulled out her money purse, the clink of coins coming from it as she opened it up. Lucy might catch a glimpse of the numerous gold coins that resided in it as Grandma prepared to withdraw some from it.

Lucy nodded, boxing up the pie and pulling the cream puffs out of the oven. As she filled the puffs, she turned to answer Grandma's question.

"Well, there's Marzi's tavern. That's always pretty popular. As for shops...the candy shop is nice, I suppose. We're pretty small, so we don't have much in the way of tourist locations. There's a nice fountain in the center of town that people say grants wishes if you throw a coin in it. As for these baked goods...I think seven silver pieces will cover it all."

Placing the cream puffs in a box as well, she handed both boxes to Grandma.

"There you go, ma'am. Enjoy!"

If she looked around, Grandma might spot a painting of a man and a woman with a small toddler hanging on the wall. The man and the toddler both had white hair. Both the parents looked rather thin and bookish, with glasses and bandaged hands. The toddler might look somewhat familiar to Grandma, but, then again, all toddlers looked pretty much the same.

Roy's eyes widened with Typhus's threat. What was wrong with him? He was so scary, and Roy shivered.

"Please don't hurt me, Typhus..."

He worried for a moment that the boy would rip his head off anyway, but was relieved to see that he'd walked over to Seren's other side. When the sparkly girl asked about his family, though, Roy sighed.

"No, it's not like that. They were both alchemists, and there was an accident. The shop exploded, and they both died. I was real young, just about three, so I was sent off to live with my grandmother, far away. I haven't been back since."

Seren was so sweet and innocent, Roy was shocked. Had she simply been sheltered her whole life? He patted Ollie, letting the warm dog cheer him up. It wasn't often he thought of his parents.

Lucy looked up at Grandma 's question, and sighed. She put down her frosting syringe and walked over to Grandma, staring up at the painting.

"That painting is of my late sister, Julie Waltz, and her husband and kid. Julie and Rockwell were brilliant alchemists. Such lovely people, too. Such a shame...they both died in an alchemy accident sixteen years ago. The shop exploded. That poor boy...such a sweet child. I offered to take him, as did my brother Tom. It never worked out, though. The boy was sent away to live with his grandmother, poor kid. As for the name...I think it was Royal. Royal Fletcher. Took after his father. Why do you ask? All toddlers look pretty much the same."