"No, you can't." The hag screeched trying to block our way. Brigida swatted the frail creature aside. This after all it was her quest. "Nooo. . . Don't go in there, tis cursed." But of course we did. And I swear as I passed the old crone she was cackling, "Fools it were my duty ta warn ya now it's on your heads." This image took me the better part of a week with half dozen starts. I can't say which came first the story or the image but they both fed of each other. Photoshop and Poser 7