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[Aklyon]

Chop a piece off of it to eat later, if the rock is sharp enough. There doesn't seem to be much of anything else to eat here (severed arms are not exactly edible), and it tried to eat us anyway.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

PTW.
Also, looked up gazelles for science, found a kind with interesting colors:

Spoiler: First picture is freakin enormous, any way to downsize imgs? (click to show/hide)

[Flying Dice]

Despite moving carefully down the dark hallway you slip on rubble several times, eventually reaching a sconce with a lit torch, relighting your candlestick from it before heading back to the carnizelle room. Using one of your sharper rocks you hack away at it, eventually wrenching a sizeable chunk of flesh from its flank. You continue into the room-more of a large closet, really. It's bare, except for the corpse and a few rusted iron shackles bolted to the wall.

Again you put your rock to use, cutting off a cleaner chunk of the dead man's robe and wrapping your carnizelle meat in it, before going through his pockets. They're empty, save for a small leather pouch. You open it, dumping a small piece of polished onyx into your hand. It's perhaps the size of your thumbnail, and emits a faint light. Holding it up for closer inspection, you see what appears to be some sort of pattern within the gem. This is as far as your observations get, as the onyx flares with light before crumbling away.

At the flash of light you lose awareness of your surroundings. The smell of freshly turned earth, an impression of stiff movement. Bare bones and empty eyes devoid of understanding. Corpse-flies buzzing in the sun. Decay, terrible and beautiful. Your senses return, along with something... new. [3] You are uncertain of how long you have been standing in this room.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Health: Torn arm
Power: 3/3
Equipped:
Ragged black robes
Candlestick (lit)
Inventory:
Rocks
Candle
Wrapped carnizelle meat.

[] Continue left-hand exploration.
[] Write-in.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

Check candle to guestimate time.
Meditate on this new 'power'; let the freshly-dead carnizelle come to mind.

[RAM]

[] Write-in.

[Aklyon]

[] Write-in.

I don't think we have anything to write with.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

Guys..not sure if trolling. Write in means write out whatever suggestion you want.

[Flying Dice]

Yeah. That's the "Ooh, I have a really good/creative suggestion!" option. 

[Aklyon]

I thought thats what we'd been using the bold for.

[Flying Dice]

Doesn't really matter to me.  Just putting "[] Write-in." is a really meta joke and not much else. 

[javierpwn]

Cauterize the wound shut using the candle

[Flying Dice]

After a moment of consideration you remember that hot things can be used to seal wounds. It doesn't really matter whether it's a bit of hot metal or an open flame, right?

...

Several frantic minutes and one burned sleeve later, you realize that attempting to cauterize a wound with a candle flame is not as easy as it sounds, and it doesn't sound easy to begin with! By this point there is less than a quarter inch of candle left in the candlestick. The wound is more or less scorched shut, but it still hurts like hell As the flame gutters lower, you dig out the other candle from the clusterfuck of rocks in one of your pockets, hastily lighting it. For the moment you set it in a small pocket of rubble while you dig out some of the wax from the holder with a rock, then transfer it. Operation: Keep Candle Burning is a success. At least for however long this candle will last.

With the important business out of the way, you concentrate on the strange force that invaded your mind a few minutes ago, idly stroking the feathers of the dead carnizelle with a free hand. It begins with a hint of fungi and decay, growing to include the cool feel of freshly turned soil on your skin. You're buried, aching to get out, writhing with insects and rot. You punch upward with all of your strength, shattering the loose earth. You feel a cool wind on your arm as something snaps inside you. Energy oozes from your core along your right arm, wreathing the carnizelle corpse in ribbons of black-purple ooze. It shudders, climbing slowly to its feet, eyes dull and empty.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Health: Burnt arm
Power: 2/3
Equipped:
Ragged black robes
Candlestick (lit)
Inventory:
Rocks
Wrapped carnizelle meat.

Spoiler: Party (click to show/hide)

Undead Carnizelle (1)

[] Continue to discover fascinating new left-hand walls!
[] Test power on the human corpse in the room.
[] Write-in.

[Aklyon]

Test power on human corpse.
Possibly also that altar that refused us earlier, if theres nothing else to do.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

NO human corpses! Give Left Hand more screen time!
Bring along our new friend!

[Flying Dice]

If there's no tiebreaker vote I'll just flip a coin to decide. Say, that gives me a great idea for a RtD title: Roll to Desecrate the Dead.