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[Xanmyral]

"Wha--" Morton whirled around to see if the guests were behind him. He doesn't really blame them for their curiosity, frantic yelling does tend to draw a crowd as he remembers. However the curiosity of the guests aside, there was still the matter at hand, a most urgent matter! "Y-you can fix Master Gary? F-fix him of his ills and bring him back to health for us? And that is no zombie, the other would be Master Scott, who I'm of the utmost assurance that he is acting in accordance to, ah, what is necessary of the circumstance I have no doubt." Remembering Master Scott after mentioning him, Morton whirled around again. "M-Master Scott, what is the matter? Has Master Gary fallen more ill? Oh dear, what happened to Master Gary's side? The benevolent guests said they might be able to fix Master Gary."

[Tomcost]

Sigmun heard the yelling and forgot his plans about giving back the knife and went upstairs to see what on earth was going on.

[Innsmothe]

"WHAT WAS IN THAT SWILL!?" Scott screams, hands reaching for Mortons neck.
"IT ATE RIGHT THROUGH HIS FLESH! MURDERER! ASSASSIN! ROGUE! DEFILER!" Each latter word punctuated with a blow to the skull.

[Harry Baldman]

On the second floor of the Yaleson house...

Morton twists around and exclaims an involuntarily half-query as he notices the guests behind him. And not only that, everyone else seems to have gathered as well. Kevin's there, looking at the horrible scene of Scott messing around with his husband's corpse, Niklas is currently serving filleted boar to the guests, who politely decline it, citing greater concerns at the moment, even Sigmund joins the party, still uncertain on where exactly he should put his knife. However, none of that matters now! What matters is that the lady said she could fix Gary!

"Y-you can fix Master Gary? F-fix him of his ills and bring him back to health for us? And that is no zombie, the other would be Master Scott, who I'm of the utmost assurance that he is acting in accordance to, ah, what is necessary of the circumstance I have no doubt."

"He's kind of a rotting corpse walking about, that Master Scott of yours. Looks like a zombie to me."

"Oh, shut it, Bernie. Yeah, I can fix the dead guy on the bed there. Easy as pie, really. I wave my hands, think magic and magic happens. It's pretty sweet and all."

Well, that's rather good. He turns back expectantly to Master Scott, who still looks a bit confused.

"M-Master Scott, what is the matter? Has Master Gary fallen more ill? Oh dear, what happened to Master Gary's side? The benevolent guests said they might be able to fix Master Gary."

"'Fallen ill' is probably a bit of an understatement. More like 'there's nine divine plagues, and he caught them all simultaneously'. That kind of thing."

Master Scott, however, doesn't seem to be in the best of moods.

"WHAT WAS IN THAT SWILL!?" he screams, reaching for Morton's neck!

[Scott vs. Morton: 5 vs. 4-1]

He grabs him by the throat, then starts to whack the butler's head against the wall with alarming rapidity.

"IT ATE RIGHT THROUGH HIS FLESH! MURDERER! ASSASSIN! ROGUE! DEFILER!" he yells at the unsuspecting man, bashing the butler deeper into the fine wooden paneling with each word!

"I could watch this all day, really."


Out in the woods...

Mark tries to scratch that dang mushroom off his fingers, breaking off a nearby stick to do so.

[Mushroom removal roll: 3]

Oh dear. That thing is wedged on quite tight. And it seems to be well on its way to enveloping Mark's hand, extending its fungoid body over the metal with alarming speed.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund joined the mages and said:
It's a nice show, don't you think so? A situation as hilarious as this doesn't happen every day.

((Yeah, I'm a bastard))

[Xanmyral]

"-What-Was Handed Willow-Boiled It-Gave It To You-No Idea-Oh Dear-Please Stop-" Morton spoke in between whacks to the head from Scott. Carter tried to shove the enraged-zombie off of himself forcefully. "Please restrain yourself sir! I did nothing of the sort, why would I, and for what purpose?! These travelers just said they could fix Master Gary!" Morton yelled back indignantly.

[Innsmothe]

"YOU DIDN'T TASTE IT FIRST?! "

Scott's verbal anger fades dramatically into quietness, a whisper, his fist poised to strike.
"Even if you were an expert in botanical and horticultural pursuits, one ought to check their ingredients before having them handed to your master."

Scott points to the voluntary surgeon.

"If this man fails in his voluntary task, I will end you. For now, I shall cripple you."

Scott meticulously forces Morton's arm joints into a lock, and breaks them. he will then use the force of his heels to sunder the incompetent butlers knees.

/Redacted, see below.
 

[killerhellhound]

keep scrapeing the mushroom while running back to the house

[Xantalos]

Wait. Why am I even here?

Find a case for my knives. Place knifes in suitcase if found.

[Xanmyral]

Morton, at the end of his wits due to the statement, retorted. "Y-you're insane, s-sir!" This was about all Morton could take, he didn't take this job to be abused by his supposed-employer! Not indeed! Carter wasn't going to stand for having his limbs broken, not by anyone if he has any say. He's moved on from forcibly, but non-violently trying to keep the bereaved zombie away from him but instead resorting to full-on violence to keep him away and prevent the breaking of his joints. Carter needs those! To make tea! And to walk! "I-I-I've tried to help you, and t-this is how you repay me? I understand y-you're under stress and bereaved b-by your Husband's illness, but I won't stand for this! I've obviously m-misjudged your character, if this is how you shall treat me I'd rather t-throw my lot with the road!"

[Xantalos]

You should come with me, butler. I am going to shatter the world ... stage with my cooking!

[Xanmyral]

"Sounds more pleasant than procrastinating around here to have my legs and arms shattered, Chief Niklas." Morton commented to the zombie chief, before retorting once again to the once-master, stutter replaced with the pent-up, righteous anger only a man who has served others and pushed down all those times could he feel burning inside him. "I was even fine with you hitting my head against the floor! I knew you were angry with what happened, I understand that you are in a tough place and scared, but even with me telling you that your husband could be fixed from all of this you only insisted on violence instead of your husband! Do you even care about his health? He was ill with horrible sickness and you wanted to give him a-a pain reliever instead of searching for an actual doctor who could help, and now that one is on our doorstep you ignore such offers in favor of petty anger? I was coming up to give you some tea, but I see now you don't deserve it, don't deserve it at all." Carter finished his diatribe with that as if it was the worst offense he could give, and it certainly was. What else could be worse than being denied precious tea?

[Innsmothe]

Scott pauses in utter bewilderment...
"Please, explain to me how I am to take a situation where our butler, you, instead of doing his duty has decided to assassinate his master with a paste that corrupts the flesh! He then tells me "Oh, don't mind that, here is a complete and total stranger you should trust with your husbands life!"


/Redacted, see next page

[miauw62]

Kevin decides to slowly back off and hide before they remember who gathered the ingredients.

[Xanmyral]

"How can one decide what one doesn't even know?" Morton could only counter in exasperation. 

"How in the worlds would I know that boiling the willow bark would do that? I thought it was suppose to ease pain, not cause decay, I probably wouldn't even of noticed if I put it on myself! You have it on your teeth and mouth, yet there I see nothing. I used the good water, boiled it right and made sure to not over boil or under boil it, and used willow bark. How in the hells could boiled willow bark even do such a thing? Niklas was there, I did nothing else, everyone else can confirm that I indubitably went straight to you afterwards." He rattled off the steps, the indignant anger still flaring in him.

"Why don't you explain to me why I would ever want Master Gary dead? If he died, I'd die! You, sir, would die! Kevin would die, as would Niklas! What purpose would I have in a dreadful mass murder-suicide? I don't hate living, on the contrary I've been dead once and don't quite plan on being again any time soon, that's why I'm ecstatic at any chance of Master Gary living. I've been thankful every day when Master Gary brought me back from the dead, why would I want to go back? Trusting strangers is better than doing nothing at all, which we have been doing, and Master Gary has assuredly not been in glowing health as of such. We'd at least be doing something." Morton sighed at the end, running out of steam.

[I can only imagine the amusement Artiste must be getting from this.]