Part 1 In which Marlot and Jinx are introduced, and Marlot comes up with a plan

Players: Marlot
A witch, relatively young, old enough to be registered and accepted among other witches and feared by the locals, kind of a loner, and kind of lonely

Jinx
Marlot’s cat. Black, with of the exception of its right front paw and yellow eyes. Fat, lazy, and useless.

And so our story begins, on one not so typical, warm, sunny day after a light sprinkle the night before. Marlot, the lonely and rather bored witch sat at her ‘experiment’ table, covered in books, loose recipes for half written potions, a medium sized caldron with some kind of inky black smoke pouring out of it menacingly, and Jinx, laying on top of some of the papers and watching a spider walk across the table. Marlot watched it too and wondered what she could use it for but decided not to bother catching it, the spider was garden variety and easy to come by.

“So Jinx, what are you going to do today?” the cat’s only response was to twitch his tail and give her a ‘don’t talk to me’ look. “Right, lie there all day and when you get tired of that find some sunshine and lay there instead. Why do I ask?”

Marlot and Jinx stared at each other for a moment until Jinx rolled over and lay on his back instead, his black and white paws curled up on his chest and he closed his eyes. “You have to be the most pointless cat ever, you know that right?” Jinx opened his eyes slightly then closed them again. Marlot stood up and walked across the room to the bookshelf covering one wall of her small cabin. It was your typical witches cabin, minus the gingerbread and candy coating, she also didn’t each children contrary to popular belief and she believed that those fairy tales gave witches a bad reputation. Which is exactly why she kept many of them on hand in case of emergency, then she could just mimic the witches in the tales and make any intruders leave instantly. “Only problem is,” she said to herself as she ran her fingers over the spines of Hansel and Gretel, Sleeping Beauty, and Rapunzel, “I’m lonely and chasing everyone away kind of leaves me with no one but a lazy cat to talk to.” She paused when her fingers brushed against a spell book, or THE spell book, a dictionary of creatures, spells, magic, and potions every witch needs to know. She hesitated for only a moment then pulled down the heavy tomb and carried it over to the table, staggering slightly under its weight.

She sat looking at it for a moment and even Jinx rolled over and watched her with whatever interest he could muster. “I wonder…” she said to the book, or the cat, she wasn’t sure, then closed her eyes, ran a finger down the pages and then opened it in one big sweeping motion. There was the letter G written in the top corner of the page, but she had bypassed the beginning of the letter and instead found herself in the ‘Go’ section of the book, she looked down the page passing over tiny words followed by a short description and uses, if any. “Goblins, Golden eggs, Golems… Now there’s a thought.” Marlot held her finger over the word for a moment, reading the description, ‘a creature, usually made of clay and animated by a complex potion, and incantation. They are useful around the house but take orders very literally. Other natural fibers can be used to shape the Golem and a caldron large enough to hold the creature is necessary until it is fully complete which takes one moon cycle. The recommended ingredients include…

“That’s it!” Marlot yelled to the room at large, book, cat, and all, “I’ll make a golem, and it can keep me company.” She looked around the cabin, “not to mention, this place needs cleaned.”