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>20DD used to fix Wagon
"And who might this be."
"<span class="mu-g">Va Bluddslutt I'z got out from na Cherch cubby Sweetfudds. I fedd her ennuf Buggz dat she grew back.</span>"
"Ah. A Vampire. Who knew the Scaromate Paladins kept such pets. Your name."
"<span class="mu-r">Casserfena Melliope. Of the Scaromate Inquiry... Formerly.</span>" She said it with a pained look, completely defeated.
"Oh. The Paladin's woman. Is <span class="mu-i">this</span> familiar."
Seafood sleights something from his own Pouch, smaller, neater than yours. Gold brocade silk.
The flash is Sordyfagg's sord, crackling slightly in Seafood's hand, somehow hateful of him. He overpowers its resistance by force. The Bluddslutt visibly flinches at the resulting <span class="mu-b">BLAZE</span>, covering her eyes, crying blood.
"<span class="mu-r">...Pieté...no...no...</span>"
"Hmhmhm. Your man is dead. Your life is over. Your efforts in Derrechston, futile in the end. Tudi! Get out that Grave Servant of mine."
You drag out Moar Oww from the Pouch.
"This was Deacon Omer, formerly of Derrechston. One of the "Velerine Ordinary", is that right."
<span class="mu-i">• Yes, Lord. •</span>
"He has been very useful. Teaching me your Righteous Scriptures and the histories of this land, helping this oaf Disciple of mine in his tasks. Many things. Only usefulness and obedience matter, before Oneself. So tell us how will you be useful, little nun."
She doesn't know what to say, offers nothing.
"Hmhmhmhm. I thought as much. Mo Ao has a full life's worth of experience and knowledge, far more than you, and the few Spells you have from serving your Lady are gone forever. What else is left of use but your <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">body!</span></span>"
Seafood is already stowing the sord; he's made three cuts at a stroke into the Bluddslutt: parting both shoulders and halving the waist.
She starts screaming, the agony of Undead being cut with a Sanctified Weapon.
"Tudi! Stuff it!"
>nyekk
>deddussy
>dis gonna be dry as fugg
You move forward obediently, parting the legs and lifting the skirt of her botty half.
You get Gobbgantua out of your tuckeroos -
"No! Stuff her <span class="mu-i">mouth</span>!"
>bekh
>reely?
You carry on dumbly, shoving your rancid flaccid goblinhood at her face.
"<span class="mu-g">If yez bites it Bluddbich i'mma - </span>"
"TUDI YOU HORNGOAT FOOL. I MEANT GAG HER SO SHE SHUTS UP."
"<span class="mu-g">nyerr, but I iz maeking her gegg - OGAY OGAY SWEETFUDDS BOSS YES YES MM DOIN MM DOIN </span>"
<span class="mu-i">• Heh •</span>
"<span class="mu-g"> (shaddap Bedshit, I'll sort yez square later) </span>"
When you're done gagging her with rope, Seafood comes to caress her face.
"I will never hear "Casserfena Melliope" from your lips ever again. From now on you answer to Le4 Bie2 (樂別) to Oneself; to these others, you are <span class="mu-r">Velery</span>, your own worst enemy. Tudi! Any Living Men's Blood you have no use for, feed it to her; when she regrows, divide her corpse as I have, without touching her head or heart. Thus you will have a ready supply of Corpse Dust for repairs. Hmhmhm!"
