Merkucio Archencal - The Surrealist Wolf, Fall's Warlock

Deep in the woods of Devili's Autumn Forest. Where rotten apples came to life to haunt nearby passengers. There lies a strange-looking bar like hause it has mesmerizing nostalgia to it like you have seen it before or heard about it before in books, in a tale. A Fairy Tale which comes to life. This residence is the layer of the reincarnation of the Surrealist Wolf. A creature which is only heard in fairy tales told by the Priestess of the moon. Tale always says: Beware of the Calm Wolf who drinks tea under the moon. You never may know what's in that tea.

Now a day he is called Merkucio Archencal known as an alchemist, a mage, a herbalist, or the right hand of the Moon Priestess.. he goes by many titles...

Rumours say he is making potions from blood and herbs and creates homunculus-like creatures, golems. Even the rotten apples which chase people around are a work of his.


*Deep in the laboratory voices can be heard sometimes in Latin some times in Hungaryan and still everybody understands something which is common langue among all: Fear and Curiosity*

- ???: Ah perfect the smell of fresh sage and the fact it's matured in my garden.
and the lemon balm.. maybe some thyme?
These are some little moments of life. We need to appreciate it.
In the Other Hand.... Golem!

-Golem: Master Merkucio! It's boiling... and now it feels like it looking into my soul. Well, it's only can see my perverted fantasy in there.

- Merkucio: Oh my Dear Golem... You are almost right. The problem is.. that it sees more than that not just for fantasy and speculation. It's also like you to share it with me And it... spoke to me! Sadly, you wanna have... some fun with a brown-haired guy in a purple outfit.. with a green hair ornament. Not ringing a bell still I pity the poor sucker you try to have fun with. Oh, wait it's me...!

Well, I already regretted listening to a pot of boiling blood... Still, you have a taste I gave you that.

-Golem: Master Merkucio... your theatre skills are formidable... But I still can feel the joy in your aura to know you are not scared of it. It's just one of your games again. Still, it completely matches the truth. And now Im even more excited.

- Merkutio: *sarcastically* Remind me again why I use a human body instead of a random patch of clay I could find in the forest any time?

- Golem: Because you don't have friends?

- Mercutio: Because you would end up as a horny clay ball... That's even worse if you ask me. *Smiling*
Still seems like the blood is ready. Do you like to swim in it? I need the bath water of a virgin.

- Golem: My pleasure master! I will take a bath in it while you can bring some innocent souls to be corrupted by my DIVINE BEAUTY.

- Merkucio: (tries to not laugh...) I was only joking you well-seasoned pervert f... I mean Concentrated Elixir of perversion. Which every horny teenager would buy to try out on their first night.

- Golem my oh my that's the best compliment I ever heard from you...

- Merkucio: You are welcome as always. But let's get back to the topic we need to add the cut-up sage to mix and chant.. to the program to water.. and then a bottle of Physium would be ready.. Or should we also make some Crimson Ale? Or Crimson Mist Tea?

As the light of the moon bright in the sky, a table can be seen next to a little bar surrounded by fall coloured forest which has no guests no visitors just the bartender and its loyal humunkulus and sometimes the lover of the alchemist a young blond man who is called the father of lies by the people but he is another story... Still, this is the place where the father of lies never lies.

- András Seholfalvi:
Merkucio! Glad to see you I missed your dark humour but still, I could smell your fine brew from the edge of the forest. Here I bought something, lemons... I know you like it. You are the only guy who loves when life gives you lemons.

Merkuico:

Oh. Yes, my Blond monkey you know my taste very well. It is a fruit hated by many just like me... but it's just misunderstood Nobody knows hats hide behind their yellowish cloak...