Preparing the ritual of Animation was truly tedious work with all the mystic symbols and wierd dance steps. But finally it's done. The parts have been gathered: The younger sister of Dothki's least favorite peer, Alfonzo Delromack, who not only Had unspeakable talent but had the good fortune to ben birthed to a loving mother in a wealthy, loving family. Well Now it's to for him to lose something precious. A little something to make up for all the barbs and slander, His little sister will make a fine base for The creation.
After poisoning her so as not to damage the body dothki Painstakingly Implated a sandsting scorpion gland inthe wrist of the girls left hand with the sting retracting from a hidden hole in the palm of her hand so it can inflict it's deadly poison with a mere slap or grip, Likewise in the right hand goes the less deadly paralytic spur of the Green winged harptail bird.
As a final touch Dothki Add the well suited arms of the only other sister of the Delromack Family. These are added just below the breasts so that they may be hidden in a discre-no No NO! havok Stop chewing that bad dog that is not food. Ahem. Hidden in a discreet manner whilst adding to poor Annabelles moderate bust. Alfonzo Has lost two sisters today. Dothki wishes he knew why this tradgedy befell him and who orchestrated it. The necromancer Truly wanted to see his face. A small bribe to the right thiefs and not only do the Delromacks get robbed but their poor daughters are kidnapped.
Perhap Dothki should let Little Priscilla live, Minus her arms of course. Imagine the anguish that wretched family would feel when they discover there youngest child only 13 year has become an armless cripple. Dothki was very careful that she had no idea as to your identity for this purpose. ON the other hand she would make great dog food.
Well no matter, The resources are at hand and of high quality. The blood and flesh Of a esteemed line of mages will lend much potentecy to His Creation. Now let the ritual begin.
Dothki takes the spoon, the Radish, the dead rosebush and the teacup and wish he didn't have to do this, that there was some other way. Well nothing for it, He takes a deep breath and---
You Awaken form the void to a chorus of screams, cold and stiff, to a sound of... Retching?