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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1596347" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 063“Not for the Squeamish” The heat was horrible.  It had a life of it’s own.  Jean fought it.  She knew it was not real.  It was a fever dream …right?Before her, looking a scroll, was her father.  Her damned father!Bahroomkahlargga …the Blue Undercurrent.He stood there ignoring her.  She reached out for help.  Her hand was feeble and shook from the effort.  In her horror, her skin was no longer soft and smooth.  It was dry and dotted with liver spots.  Boils of dark skin appeared here and there.  Her fingernails looked yellow.“Why” she asked but all that came out was a hoarse whisper followed by a dry cough.  The polymorphed Blue Dragon turned to her smiled.  It placed the scroll down and came over with a wand now in his hands.“Illuminate Thee” he said in a strangely high-pitched voice.  The wand tip lit up and he used it to better look into her eyes.  “You have the fever, you have the boils, you are losing moisture.  Visions have begun.  You progress well my pretty.”His fingers are hard and taloned.  She can barely feel them on her once smooth skin.  “where?” she begins but he closes her mouth.   “Shoooosh” he says with a warm smile that is evil in essence in not appearance.  “Soon I may allow you to leave again.  But not yet.  I have only begun.”It is only now she realizes that ropes bind her legs and midsection.  She tries to pull at the rope but finds herself with no strength.  Her bare skin feels hot but she is cold.  Slowly it strikes her-  she is very sick.Why has her father done this to her?  She hates him and he disowns her but neither would harm the other.  It was their way.  Father and Daughter.  One just did not kill a blood relative.Her vision becomes blurry.  Tears run from her dry and bloodshot eyes.  Then she passes out.She sleeps an uneasy and restless sleep devoid of dreams or nightmares.Three hours later she awakens.She still feels weak but the chill has gone away.  Her mind is clearer now and she looks around with her eyes first so as not to alert anyone watching her that she is awake.  She is in a large simple room.  The bed she is on is soaked.  She has been sweating for a long time and is dehydrated.  Near her is a cart or small table with vile looking fluids inside glass jars.  A strange knife with images of misshaped humanoid faces for a handle.  Blood is on these and on the table itself.Though she feels cold, she can not feel anything around her.  It is as if her ability to feel anything has been removed.  She now rolls her head to the side.  Her hair has become stiff and dry also.  She longs for the waters of the Nathaus Falls, which healed and retained her youth before.  She looks across the room.  A desk with several tomes and scrolls are set there.  A wand with a white crystal also.  Then not everything was a fever driven dream then.  Some of her visions were real.  She rolls her head back to the other side.  A door and several buckets are there.  A large image of a body cut open hangs on the wall.  Fear grips her.  She looks down at her feet now.  The horror makes her scream.Her breasts are no longer full and large.  In fact, her left one has been removed.  Deep cuts along her stomach and chest has been sown up.  No blood seeps from these grievous wounds.  Her entire body is pale and yellow.  Her toenails are yellow and thick.  She continues to scream.She is still screaming when the door is hurriedly opened.  “oh-good-  I feared I lost her ability to speak with the slip of the knife.”Jean the Storm wielder, lover of nature and everything good and beautiful, was now undead.</blockquote>

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