Urgan Magali thinks of his workshop. The craaftsman next to him, a dwarf with body odor, was always carving heads of one kind or another and leaving them on display, so that some day he would have a homunculus with an impressive beard. Urgan had his doubts about the whole project, but that's what he thought of first when he saw Shamal's decapitation, a quick, swift cut separating body from skull, death from life.
The second thought he considered was whether the fantastic visions the Houndsman had imagined were still dancing in his head after it had been severed from the rest of the corpse.
The third thought, God help him, was how good it all smelled, He was hungry, and orcish impulses run deep.
Of course he knew the spell Valendra had cast, and for a moment he considered casting it himself. But he also knew that though there were four images, there was only one mind, and that made a better target. He recfocused his attention and placed in her mind the image of an imprisoning helm, welded shut over her head. The steel of the helm allowed no light inside, not even air -- if the image caught hold, she would be trying to remove something that simply wasn't there, or else she'd not see a thing and would believe she was suffocating.
And then, Urgan ran, ran for the teleporter, intercepting her in case she was trying to escape that way (and of course serving as a block in case something unexpected should come through).
The second thought he considered was whether the fantastic visions the Houndsman had imagined were still dancing in his head after it had been severed from the rest of the corpse.
The third thought, God help him, was how good it all smelled, He was hungry, and orcish impulses run deep.
Of course he knew the spell Valendra had cast, and for a moment he considered casting it himself. But he also knew that though there were four images, there was only one mind, and that made a better target. He recfocused his attention and placed in her mind the image of an imprisoning helm, welded shut over her head. The steel of the helm allowed no light inside, not even air -- if the image caught hold, she would be trying to remove something that simply wasn't there, or else she'd not see a thing and would believe she was suffocating.
And then, Urgan ran, ran for the teleporter, intercepting her in case she was trying to escape that way (and of course serving as a block in case something unexpected should come through).
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