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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2896301" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #344a] Twisted Doesn't Even Begin to Cover It[/PLAIN]Karak leaned his shoulder heavily against the wall and sighed wearily into his beard."I second that," Lela told him. Landing on the rumpled bed she began working magic to call on some healing while Morier checked the mage's body for any sign of life."Well, he won't be troubling us anymore," the eldritch warrior announced rising from the body. He reached over for some of the opulent bedding to wipe Ravager clean of blood and jumped at once into a fighting stance. He'd uncovered a foot amidst the blankets - dainty and female with red lacquered nails. He hissed a warning to the others and Lela flitted off the bed as Karak lumbered forward. With the blade of his bastard sword, Morier tossed back the covers."Gods!" Karak cursed, his face screwing up in disgust.Shamalin approached Ayremac as the latter knelt in the hall with his head nearly touching the stone floor. Great heaving spasms continued to wrack his body although he'd already expelled everything his stomach had to offer. Laying a reassuring hand on the man's armored back she channeled a healing spell into him, completely repairing the damage done to his weapon hand.He wiped his mouth on the back of his gauntlet and looked up at her. His eyes seemed to glow like jewels in the weird light of the place. "You shouldn't have bothered with that," he told her. "I have some healing at my disposal. Another might have more need of your gifts than I.""Clearly you offer more strength offensively to this party. Save your energy and efforts for the like. Let me do the healing - at least until my swordsmanship improves," she said sardonically, adding, "which may be a while." Ayremac started to say something more but Huzair's disembodied voice interrupted out of the dimness nearby."Yeah. I guess magic is pretty powerful," he said, whistling appreciatively. "I hate when enemies use it against us.""I trust that you are well?" Shamalin called out, inadvertently shouting directly into the invisible mage's face."I'll live," he said. "Of course the smell isn't doing anything for me. Here, let me clean that up a bit." They heard him mutter a brief incantation and the flecks of vomit that still clung to Ayremac dropped off leaving the holy warrior pristine."Thank you," the Officer sighed, getting to his feet and looking around for some sign of the wizard."No problem," Huzair's voice told him. "Ah, right on time!" The misty remnants of the Stinking Cloud faded away into the ether, leaving behind an unpleasant but hardly overpowering odor. It took Shamalin and Ayremac a few moments to realize that Huzair had entered the room, leaving them alone in the hallway.Being elven, it was difficult to tell her age with any certainty. But she looked young and that made what had been done to her all the more horrific. She was dead, and had been for a while; the blood had settled darkly into the lowest parts of her body giving those areas a sickening bruised look that contrasted harshly with the rest of her pallid flesh. Still, for all that, she was in remarkably good condition and there was no smell of putrification from the body.Her head was clean shaven and covered over with a haphazard cluster of dark sigils that had been tattooed into her flesh. The tattoos continued down her neck and shoulders and part way down her left arm before petering out. None of them could discern the meaning of the symbols, but neither did they occupy anyone's attention when juxtaposed with what had been done to her face. Grotesque crimson stitches - like lines of blood - sealed shut her eyes and nose and mouth. The work was amateurish, chaotic and messy, and judging from the way that the flesh around those stitches was pulled and puckered, the work had been completed while the woman yet lived.What the fat wizard had been doing to the body was disturbingly clear and Lela shuddered at the unnaturalness of it. Karak swore a venomous oath and spat viciously onto the dead mage's ashen face. Morier quickly covered the body again and backed up a step, colliding with Huzair and disrupting the mage's invisibility."Hey! Watch it!" the wizard protested, catching himself on the wall. Seeing the look on the faces of the other three, he scowled. "What?!"</blockquote>

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