You know, I'm actually kind of sick of this kind of bullshit. You say, hiding behind a table as the laughing and crying fills the hall with a cacophony of pure noise. From what you can tell, this is a luietenant belonging to the Gestating God, and you had honestly hoped you would be left alone for just a little while longer in regards to that. Fortunately for you, the tower is the single most protected place in the WORLD, second only to the dwarven border patrol. This creature managed to get in through the use of a portal, but you suspect it won't take much more time before the guards arrive. The creature is grotesque, to say the least. A long, slender body, arms dotted around in an almost maniacal manner. If a tornado had a body, it would look like this. It wanders about on bloody feet, each held aloft by a "crutch" that was forced inside the leg. The most discerning thing is really how you can just barely see the human part. Every single one of the arms looks to be holding a gnarled and twisted blade, and it's swinging it around erratically. There is no possible way anything could even hope to get close, leaving your sword meaningless. Getting close to that thing would kill you nigh-instantly, considering it cut through a massive wooden door in no time at all.
You think you hear words coming from one of the heads on top of the killer beanpole. It has two, one looks like a human skull stretched into having a muscle. The mouth stretches back to the ears and the creature looks like a maniacal hinge as the jaw flops around in it's laughter. The back head seems human, although it looks stretched into a mockery of suffering, with deep wrinkles and creases that makes it look like melted wax.
It's kinda ugly, in short. Fortunately for you, you won't have to get close to the creeping horror. It's fortunate that it moves so slowly, allowing everybody to get away without any issue. Of course, it's currently blocking the only exit in this hall, and only people of the necromancy course are in here. And there's nary a corpse or body part in sight! The creature creeps forward, tilting dangerously as the unstable body shifts and tumbles on the spindly, crab-like legs. A distinct tinging can be heard as it steps forward, the crutches scraping along the floor. You take out your bolas from around your waist, thanking your foresight in taking weapons along. It's been far too long since you threw one of these, and you've only got two. You take a deep breath, before pushing the table over and calling out to the lieutenant creature. The mark in the middle of the stretched chest, one just like the one you bear on your back, angers you to no end. The creature turns to you, and for just a moment the damned thing stops it's chattering laughter.
Sister!
You throw the bolas with a yell. They wrap around two of the legs, the weights wrapping them further and sending the abomination tumbling down as whatever rhythm it managed to acquire to walk with such an unstable body. It's weight and length work against it as it slams down on the ground, knives slicing into the creature's flesh like butter. Some of the arms are mangled beyond use, and it's desperately trying to get itself back up. You're not about to give it a chance, however. You charge forward, sword pointed forward as you regret not bringing your shield. Still, it should work out well enough in this case. When you draw near the creature, it nearly impales you by stabbing one of the legs forward at you. again the creature yells out!
Sister!
You don't like that word. Especially when it comes out of a creature like that. You slam your sword down like a hammer on the outstretched limb, and cut deep. The creature still doesn't seem to react with anything resembling pain, but it's still a joy when you cut off the leg completely. It still has four more of the things, and it finally manages to pull itself upright now that it managed to saw through the bolas, but you're long gone and...
There is now one piece of dead tissue in the room.
What happens next is quite the sight. A whole course of capable necromancers all using the same sharp piece of metal, bone and flesh to tear the abomination to pieces. Every bit of flesh that goes flying is another that assaults him. You just hang back as the creature's laughter finally stops, and the howls for death are answered. Almost.
The only recognizable piece is the two heads, connected where the nape of the neck should be. The roles seem reversed, as the back head is smiling and the front head looks to you with nothing but hatred.
Sister... Why do you leave us. We are incomplete. it chokes out, even without lungs to talk. The voice makes you dizzy as you listen to it.
You are marked, you have the energies. You would be the greatest out of all of us. You could be part of the final harmony!
Oh, just shut up.
You shove your sword inside the creature, impaling both heads. With a twist and a flick, the two pieces are sent flying, ending the damned noise. As if on cue, the guards finally arrive at that very moment. A little late, no? You're about to make a comment about it, until you hear a collective gasp in the room.
Followed by a cold, intense pain. You barely even twitch, you don't even scream. You slowly look down, and see that the lieutenant decided to have the last laugh.
Sticking out of your side is the handle of one of the blades. Deep crimson spreads from the wound, seeping into your clothes.
E-every fucking time...
Your recovery time was short, fortunately. It's just another scar, in the end, although they kept you in observation for a little while longer. The blades may be a little bit... unusual, after all. Still, now that you're here, you can actually make a choice where you'll go from here.
Go and find your father
He may have stopped answering your letters, but you're still going to check on the inn. It's been too long.
Look into the drider slave trade
A bunch of driders that look like you are getting spread all around the place. You need to figure this out.
Go north
You still haven't forgotten Thorgal's proposal. If you want to fight against the corruption, this would be the more direct way to do it.
Meandra's request
Meandra will be returning to the dwarven cities, and would love to have you join her for the trip home. Perhaps she could show you around when you're there?
Odd request
There was a request for a drider on the missive board nearby. It doesn't require combat skills, and the sisters were talking about who might take it. It's not clear why they need a drider.
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