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Posted: **Sun Jan 23, 2022 1:39 pm**

68th of Frost, 4621

It had been some time since Arkash ate so well. Even so, he walked with a certain lightness to his step, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. It wasn't just because his blighted stomach completely digested and distributed all that he ate toward his evolution, either. He'd found what he perceived to be a like-minded soul, another that was wrought with the weight of living a false life, someone who hid all that they were for the sake of preserving their ambitions, and even their own life.

For the first time in months, Arkash was able to get the weight of the world off his chest and shared all his thoughts with another... While eating the butchered pieces of a bandit camp and their pet hyena. He was free to be all his darkest facets before the stranger and expressed himself in ways he'd never had the opportunity to before. He was told things in tandem, and though they differed toward the end to an extent, Arkash found that his enjoyment of the other's presence mattered more. There was something in the way he spoke, his scent, the warmth of his sleek fur. Was it just the desperate need for companionship that fueled his longing? Or something more?

After he offered his forbidden Mark to the feline, he guided the smaller Rath to the cave in which he'd hid Sheki at some point; a fairly small opening in the dried earth that led into a spacious Cavern with stalagmites and stalactites aplenty. Sheki had long since abandoned the cave, returned to Tyrclaid to look after the village, so it was perfect for what came next.

After leaving the other Rath alone for some time, he returned with what looked to be a Doctor's bag of black leather with a brass frame clutched between his claws. He briefly gripped the dried earth as he lifted himself to his tipclaws to scan the area above the tall grass with a few deep breaths through his nose, then lowered himself when he was satisfied that he'd not been followed.

"Okay, we're good," Arkash assured as he approached the feline and wove around some columns of water-formed stone. "So... The Mark," he began. "It can go anywhere, but you want it to be somewhere where no one's ever going to see it... For obvious reasons. Mine is on the back of my head-" he paused for dramatic effect. "-Beneath my scales, on my skull."

"The moment I activate the mark, it's going to try and drink your blood... So your body is going to open these random cuts and gashes all over, all deep enough to bleed," he spoke while he traced a claw along his body for reference, indicating how large some of them could be. "That's what this is for," he lifted the bag. "It's a Necromancy kit I'm borrowing from the Fortress nearby. The last person I initiated had his jugular slit open in the initiation, so I had to stitch his throat back together with Sinew Threads," he continued his explanation, going through the motion of suturing a wound with his claws.

"After that, you'll be a fully realized Vandikar," Arkash explained with a roll of his shoulders. "That's about all there is to it, to be honest... With the Grafting Needle, I'm a hundred percent sure you'll make it through; it's totally safe," he reiterated. "And... I'm fairly sure I can replicate hair follicles too, so your..." He hesitated a moment, staring, "your uh... Your shiny fur... Will, uh- It'll grow back." he added, fumbling with his claws while he quickly opened the bag and set it on the floor.

He cleared his throat harshly with a balled fist to his lips.

After a deep breath through his nose, he straightened up and placed both his hands on the small of his back, above hid his tail. "Any questions?" he asked in an effort to save face.

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Posted: **Sun Jan 23, 2022 11:18 pm**

Left to his own devices at the cave, Vesper was dreaming the typical cat dreams: world domination, the wanton destruction of life, and the evil machinations necessary to make these a reality.

All of that faded away as he awoke to a stirring of shadows, bleary eyes cracking open to see the lizard he’d come to know standing there, blocking the evening light he was basking his fur in. “Are we-e—ee-h? Ahm.” Vesper stretched and opened his little muzzle wide, yawning from beneath the comfort of that multi layered poncho he often wore. “Welcome back, Arkash. Safe travels, I presume?”

“The fur is thickest upon the center of my chest,” replied Vesper. “I might have suggested the taint were I not an absolute whore.” He smirked at his own joke to Arkash, hoping to break the intensity. “It would be better for me to know if someone saw it, hm?”

Peering over the kit, Vesper smiled. “Oh wow, you’re a Necrodoctor?” That seemed more important to him than the thought of being randomly cut all over his body. “Nothing that hasn’t been done to me before, but I suppose the tools will help if we open a—yeah, a major artery.” Vesper bent down and lifted his poncho a bit, showing Arkash some inner thigh. “My favorite one to cut — on other people — since I’m so short is this one right here, just beyond the crease of the thigh and the groin,” he showed Arkash by tracing his claw alongside it.

Humming, Vesper winced. “Wait, so... unless you get cut internally or something, like on the brain...” His eyes danced upwards from left to right in thought. “It’s not a hundred percent, but I like the odds. If I do get a cranial laceration, and I go comatose, sew it up and give me a few months to repair my own memories... I won’t be awake, but I might still be alive in my dreams. Keep my body alive,” he told Arkash. “I don’t know if it can happen internally, but it sorta makes sense, to me.”

“At least this’ll be as easy as it is arbitrary,” he smirked to Arkash as he lifted his poncho over his shoulders and set it into a comfy pile, which he sat upon, buck-naked and looking soft beyond measure. This lack of modesty was — in part — revenge for not taking things to the next logical step the night before.

“I’ll have to be nude, so you can see every cut on my body,” he told Arkash, rolling his shoulders back as his tail swished between those boyish thighs, his everything on open display.

“Even if you couldn’t, I can hide any wound with my Mask until things grow back,” he mentioned. “And I have access to a Necrodoctor in Amoren if need be, though they charge a fortune.”

“You should consider pursuing Remnomancy, Arkash. The Mask would do you wonders — you could blend in, anywhere — and it’s a spell that taxes the soul so little that you could keep it going in perpetuity. I could mentor you. It might entail snuggling up to each other in bed every night, however.” Such a tease, this one. And he knew it, too, those half-laden eyes filled with desire.

Lifting a knee, Vespasien Catineau got shamelessly comfortable, crossing his mitts behind his head and baring himself to the stalagmites above. “Nh-nh,” he shook his head. “Let’s get this torture over and done with. Oh, wait a second — mnnh.” He manifested some white powder on his finger, and audibly snorted every last crystal before breathing out, shutting his eyes again. “To, ah, numb the pain and keep me calm, yeah?”

Posted: **Mon Jan 24, 2022 2:21 am**

A nod accompanied an equally-potent stretch of his jaws upon seeing the Feline's fangs, strings of thick viscous spit bridging the space between his upper and lower jaw before they snapped shut with a sort of pop. Travels were safe, yes.

Another nod accompanied the gesture to his fur. Indeed, it was where Arkash had grabbed him on their first encounter. But the offered joke saw him stare blankly, then look to the side when he realized he was missing something. He didn't think it appropriate to console Vesper; the tone spoken in wasn't at all pitiful or self-loathing, more cordial and light, like a joke? Whatever a taint was, he made the connection that it was someplace unsultry on the body, somewhere most wouldn't see because of its private nature. What response was appropriate?

A brief chuckle left his lips as he seemed to catch up, ending with a low "don't tempt me." His eyes fell upon Vesper to measure whether that was correct or not but ended up staring with a sort of longing, predatory leer, given the context.

"-In training," Arkash added to the surprise of his Necromancy abilities. "Well, sort of... But that's another story," he clarified with a shrug. Major arteries... Internally... His brain...

Rabe's bloody beak.

Was he cut out for this? Could the mark cut someone inside? If it had cut him, he didn't doubt that Malafor would have just fixed whatever complications arose with his own Grafting Needle before he woke, and Raphael didn't seem to be bleeding internally, but the human didn't look to be in the best health post-initiation.

Arkash pursed his lips hard with a significant degree of hesitance. "...Repair your brain..." he spoke aloud, rolling the thought off his tongue. He could do that, right? He'd eaten enough brains to know what they were supposed to look like. A nod followed the thought, and he drew a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I've never seen it cut someone inside-" on the one initiation he'd performed, "but if it does, I'll repair the damage... Even if it's your brain," he declared as he drew his black sword, and suffused the blade before sheathing it in solid stone with a press. He might have been terrified of the idea, but that didn't mean Vesper had to be, too. "You're in good claws," he assured with a turn of his claws.

The fact that his true form and Humanoid form didn't share the same traits was quite a blessing the more he thought about it. His True Form didn't have the capacity to blush, which he found he was grateful for in the grand scheme of things. By the beating of his heart and the burn in his throat, the rush of blood in his cheeks, and the stiffness to his jaw, he knew he would have been bright red when the poncho came off.

"Of course..." Arkash returned with something of a small voice the idea of seeing every cut on his body. he cleared his throat with a balled fist before his lips and nodded as he looked away at the roll of his shoulder, the swish of his tail. "...Yeah, I'm sure that's why you have to be nude," he spoke with a slight smile, followed by a shake of his head.

Remnomancy... The memory magic. Blending in anywhere did sound like it would help, it certainly would have been helpful when he was trying to preserve Derek Egon. And of course, the promise of snuggling. The smile that pulled at his lips was involuntary. An attempt to make his next look at the cat project seriousness and composure was surely heralding to his embarrassment. It didn't last long, as his gaze broke from the cat once more, and he exhaled a hot breath through his lips. "You really are a monster, aren't you?" He asked once the other Rath had done his line, then shook his arms off and flexed his fists before he approached.

His eyes returned to Vesper's lidded gaze and resisted the temptation to look down as he drew near. When he was close enough, he reached out to hold the smaller man by the shoulder, and gently brushed through the other Rath's soft coat with his thumb before he lowered his hold a little, then closed the rest of the distance to wrap his arms fully around the feline. One hand came up to hold the back of his head while the other stayed around his upper back. "I'd like that," he confessed quietly after a moment of just holding the other Rath in the quiet of the cave.

"I won't let anything happen to you, okay? Just... Don't panic, whatever happens." He made a little space between them and lowered the claws that wrapped the back of the man's head before he lifted one to the thick tuft of fur that hid his chest. A dull claw founds its way to skin, where he gently tapped. "Here?" He asked in confirmation. "Are you ready?"

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Posted: **Mon Jan 24, 2022 2:50 am**

Peering up at Arkash, the lithe feline opened his eyes, tilting his head with a lazy stare. “Mnnh. I do love a malpractical doctor,” he said with a soft laugh. “Flesh can be fixed. Your work doesn’t have to be pretty...” He breathed in and sighed, completely numb; he couldn’t open up, or the fear and uncertainty might cling to him. It might even begin to battle his Purpose.

“Then it seems unlikely it will happen, internal injury, if you have a bit of experience to confirm the opposite...” Vesper replied. “...Good claws...” he repeated in that soft voice. “Of that, I have no doubt.”

Vesper could tell Arkash liked him. He knew that look, that voice all too well. His mind swirled with the possibilities... a lover was a Corvo’s greatest asset, and to have one this strong... the brotherhood would be jealous. He might even let himself brag about this bloody lizard.

If the part of his mind that let him love was being channeled, Vesper might have felt something - he did feel things, earlier - and there was a strangely depressing feeling in his gut regarding that knowledge. He sighed, answering Arkash’s agreement with a flustered “yeah...” His eyes seemed distant, if only for a moment.

Reaching out to Arkash with those black-beaned paws, he shook a finger at Arkash. “That was never a question . . . I will always fit that definition — monster — to someone. And I genuinely feel that way.”

Lowering his arm as Arkash joined him, he turned into the soft touches, his fur surrendering that molten undercoat of unending warmth backed by silky smoothness. Now with no smoke, the still air of a cave, and the lack of blood, his strangely alluring scent was far stronger than ever before. It was a bit strange, considering the feline possessed no phials of cologne nor perfume, but maybe this was another trick from his bag of Phantasmal memories?

If a Corvo were ever in Tyrclaid, they would be hard pressed to conceal their nature in a community where scent was often a form of communication.

Brought close to the other, Vesper could feel the nerves of his small frame singing from the loving touches as the true nature of the occasion loomed. “As would I,” said Vesper with a light kiss against Arkash’ exposed scales along the underside of his arm, the touch lingering like a form of magic all on its own ...even if there was nothing magical about it.

“I know, Arkash, and if it does... it was my own ambition,” said Vesper, hoping to assuage his concerns. He stretched back into Arkash’s hug, baring his furred chest to the predatory Vandikar who now clutched him. “Mhm,” he said, breathing into the claw with his fragile body, reaching up to cradle that large arm in against the crook of his own elbow, dainty paw squeezing into those rough scales.

“I will cherish this gift, to my dying breath...”

Posted: **Mon Jan 24, 2022 3:57 am**

He couldn't deny it, and not just because it might have been obvious to anyone who'd known Arkash, but the comfort he found while wrapping the smaller man in his arms was... Addictive, intoxicating. Everything, from the softness of his small frame, the sweet scent that seemed to pour from him, the warmth of his skin. His shape even, the way he fit against Arkash's taller stature was perfect.

He found that he enjoyed being taller quite a lot.

Despite the calm exterior he tried to project, Vesper's sensitive ears might have picked up on just how quickly his heart raced in his chest through that embrace, the degree at which it quickened with just one little kiss against his sleek scales. He drew a deep breath as he tightened his hold around the smaller Rath, he held that smell in his lungs, the scent that seemed to utterly fill the cave Vesper had lingered within.

"It won't," he assured again. He wouldn't let Vesper die, not now and not in the trials he believed they would face together.

With the rounded tip of his claw on the smaller Rathor's skin, he nodded, swallowed, then held his breath. With raw ether, channeled through the burning mark on his skull, Arkash drew the eight-pointed star. Maneuvering his muzzle, he peered down to ensure that it did not show through his fur, then completed the Mark through memory. All that was left was to activate it, then the initiation would commence.

Before that though, Arkash removed his hands from the embrace and took the feline's cheeks with his palms and the edges of his digits. His eyes lidded as he lowered his muzzle to bump carefully against the smaller male's. His lips didn't have the range of motion he needed to kiss so that brief touch of his muzzle to Vespers was the most he could do to physically relay his affection. After a moment, he moved his muzzle to bump the feline's cheek with his bridge, took a deep breath, then let him go and stepped back a pace.

The Mark activated by his command.

As Arkash stepped over to the bag of tools, a feeling of impending doom would worm its way through the Feline's psyche, as though death was imminent. And as the voracious Ether began to take root in every fiber of his being, it very well could have been.

Arkash stood at the ready with a loaded Sinew Gun at his hip, a Grafting Needle pinched between two fingers, and the other with a portion of his black sword in his claws, in case he had to open anything up to fix it.

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Posted: **Tue Jan 25, 2022 3:52 am**

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Blood Magic
Sanguine sins.

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Small. Limp. Vesper stayed still in the lizard’s grasp, breathing softly while he awaited his fate. It was comforting to feel that clothed leg beneath his own, even if it was rough and toned beneath the veil of fabric.

Thud, thud, thud, thud-thud-thud-thudthudthudthudthud.

Ear pressed to breast, he could hear and feel the boiling tension of his mentor the closer they got to attempting this profane Initiation, lips and hackles curling back into a tender smile. He really did have Arkash wrapped so tightly in his strings... it was nice to be so cared for by the most powerful being he had ever met.

Feeling that dull claw descend upon his chest, Vesper inhaled against it, tail lashing. Those yellow eyes opened to peer up at Arkash one last time, watching the Initiation progress... a five-pointed star. It seemed so simple to instill the Mark of Control, even with something as horrifically harped about as the sigil of a Vandikar.

Before he could shut his eyes, he felt that tender grasp over his face, leaning his head back into it with a soft thrum of his chest, this delicate whiskers bumping the lizard’s fingers with their ticklish twining touches. Only as their noses danced so slowly, so closely, did he finally close his eyes, exhaling softly against the man’s lips.

One last affectionate rub, before he was left to lay there in a heap of fur upon the floor, paws curled above his head.

He bore himself to fate, and shut his eyes.

The first sign it had begun was a cool chill, a dangerous shift in the arcanochemistry of his soul. The power bled through him, and he could feel his skin squirming before it truly hurt.

That first scornful, invisible blade cut deep into Vesper’s cheek, and he barely trembled, even as the taste of crimson pooled down into his mouth. Pain came to him with a delay, until he squeezed his palms. “Fffsssss.” Teeth bore down as another, longer cut traced across his left leg, the fur matting instantly with blood.

More lashes came, one upon his belly that had him shaking. Crimson dribbled from that wound; no artery was cut, but his body was working hard to clot the damage.

Even having been tortured several times in his life at the hands of his masters, this true, physical pain was somehow so much worse. There was no cruel face to steel himself against, to stare down.

“H-hffk.” Clk. Red erupted from Vesper’s throat, dribbling down his lips. He groaned and turned upon his side to help it flow, a lancing pain shooting through the right side of his chest. “Ll-ung,” he rasped between the blood filling his windpipe. The cat started to wheeze, gritting his bright-red stained teeth so hard he was sure they would shatter, but he still had that one good lung to breathe, even if the rapidly pooling blood was plugging his airways.

This was a different kind of pain. The sensation of being choked — by his own blood — while unable to so much as draw in a breath without his chest spasming was the cloying grasp of death seeking to embrace him. As he drew inward and coughed violently, more streaks of shining red clawed down his back with the rippling ether his soul so haphazardly transmuted, bubbling boils of Mageblight parting the fur like nasty welts.

Bleary-eyed, Vesper's vision quickly faded from the shock, and as the Initiation came to a close, his consciousness slipped from the waking world to the familiar bounds of a nightmarish dream.

Posted: **Tue Jan 25, 2022 4:42 am**

The moment of calm that buffered the storm wasn't nearly long enough, but if Arkash took the time he wanted to for everything, they wouldn't have left the remains of the bandit camp deep in the wild. They were there for a purpose, and he had to see it through sooner or later. He couldn't remain there with Vesper and the sooner he began, the sooner it was done.

So he activated the mark and stood ready with his tools as they were. The first cut opened, not nearly as severe as some of them could have. Even so, Arkash cast a skin of ether around the feline to drink from his wounds and then brought the Sinew gun to his cheek. Arkash was quick, and the holder of some of the deftest hands in the land, but he wasn't faster than the voracious ether. Fresh blood filled his nostrils as that leg wound opened, and he judged the thigh as the more in need of his attention.

Arkash swiftly circled the cat and bent down. He began to fill what continued to bleed with Sinew Foam when he realized the wound was too broad for such a thing. But after he set the gun down, Vesper choked.

Not again.

Arkash shot up to see the Rath's throat still intact and stared in confusion. Where was it coming from if not his skin?

His lung.

Son of a bitch, the mark really did cut internally.

Arkash focused intently with pinprick pupils while he tried to strategize, and promptly halted the ether leech to let the blood run. "Hold still," he warned and seized control of the stream that then poured from Vesper's mouth. using sway, he telescoped deep into the feline's lungs and shut his eyes to focus on the feel with nothing but the pressure of the blood against Vesper's airways to guide him. The lung was... Complicated, a big sac filled with lots of little sacs that operated in a way that fed oxygen to his bloodstream.

Arkash dropped his knife and wrapped an arm around the man to hold him steady. When he found the source of the bleeding inside, he instructed "breathe out all the way." When the feline did, he hardened the blood over the wound to clog it. "Breathe shallow," he warned. Arkash imagine that the next time his lung inflated too far, it would rip the hardened blood off and cause more damage. It wasn't a complete fix, but a temporary patch on the problem. "Not too deep, and hold easy for a second..." He spoke as he pulled all the blood that had pooled in Vesper's lungs from his bronchioles, and slid the material out in a long tendril that came from his mouth. "Alright, you're clear, just don't take too sharp a breath, or too deep."

it was then that Arkash realized his arm was dripping; Vesper's back had opened while he was fixing the lung issue. With a frown, he hardened the wounds that had already appeared and blocked them completely with Bloodshaping to prevent further blood loss. When he was certain no more were opening, he hardened the blood tendril he'd extracted from Vesper's lungs and formed a ball of material, which appeared to compress and darken a few shades as he created a small surgical knife with the material.

"You're okay," Arkash said. "You survived, I just-" he paused when he recognized the amount of weight that was in his hands. Arkash paused, his breath seemed to stall. When he listened, though, he found that Vesper was still breathing. A sigh of relief escaped him, and he shook his head. Vesper was limp, though; he was unconscious.

Easily, he eased the feline to the floor, took a knee, then produced the scalpel he'd fashioned with Vesper's Blood. He suffused the short surgical knife with the last of the blight he'd drank from the cat's wounds, then carefully pressed the blade into the feline's skin near his collarbone, and cut through bone with some saw motion. The blood that began to pool was partly leeched, partly used to suppress the bleeding.

A steady hand ensured he didn't dip too far and cause any more damage, but he was far from a practiced surgeon. His mastery of blades ensured he made clean cuts, but the measurements of the ribs could have been so much better. When he'd finally cut to the end of the feline's ribs, closer to his sternum, he began a cut on the other side and began to cut a circle over his lung and removed a portion of the feline's chest, which he set carefully on his stomach to expose the damaged lung beneath, the big darkened scar that held the hole together.

Arkash furrowed his brow at the sight; the closest he'd come to fixing insides was Raphael's throat; it was a jump for him, but he at least knew how to use the grafting needle well. With a deep, somewhat shaky breath, Arkash set the scalpel in the doctor's bag, then retrieved the grafting needle once more. Steady claws carefully wove through the lung tissue, trailing Sinew threads in all the places Arkash believed he needed the repair.

It was difficult because the bronchioles were so very small, and all the paths they took toward his airways were chaotic and random. It took more than a few tries to get it right, and the development of some fancy Sinew Thread manipulating techniques, but he finally got it in the right place. With a tug of the needle, he saw the Sinew Threads materialize as organic tissue that appeared to match the lung perfectly. He squinted while he looked over the repaired organ, then nodded his approval.

His eyes fell upon the unconscious feline while he laid there, his lidded eyes, the peace in his parted lips. Though he smiled, the serotonin he found in absorbing the picture was cut short when he was reminded of the open chest cavity.

A nod saw him recollect the cut portion of rib, muscle, skin, and fur, then replace it in its appropriate space. using Vesper's own blood to help with the needle motion, Arkash wove the Sinew Threads it produced through the cuts of bone and joined them together with a pull. Next, he repaired the muscle, and finally the skin and tissue.

All in all the operation had taken so long that the sun was beginning to rise, and Vesper had yet to wake. Heavy eyes looked over the wound to his leg and cheek. The hardened blood was holding; he knew it would remain in place indefinitely if he let it.

He was certain he'd missed a spot or two toward the end with the suturing, which was to say that Vesper was bound to be sore when he awoke. If he continued with as little sleep as he'd had, he was bound to make more mistakes... Eventually, he convinced himself it would be better if he waited until after he'd rested to finish the less concerning wounds, so he put the kit away and collected Vesper with a pull of his back and a curl of his arms.

He maneuvered the smaller man to one of the stalagmites near his poncho and lowered himself to sit with his legs open. Vesper was brought to lay with his back to Arkash's chest, and Arkash reached to collect the poncho and pulled it over the cat to act as a blanket. His head laid back against the rock formation as exhaustion wormed through his head, and gradually lowered his eyelids. All the way to sleep, he listened to the sound of Vesper's breathing. He measured it, checked it for any abnormalities, and finally found rest as his jaw rested atop the other Rathor's head, between his ears.

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Posted: **Wed Jan 26, 2022 4:37 am**

☠ [Valtoria] A Mark to bend Blood ☠

☠ Points awarded:

8 - For Both Parties {Can be used for Magic}

☠ Lores:

Arkash:
Biology: Lungs: Lots of little paths for the air you breathe to travel
Biology: Lungs: Stretch when they inhale
Biology: Lungs: Healthy appearance
Biology: Lungs: How they feel on the inside
Necromancy: Creating bone with Sinew Threads
Necromancy: Creating organ with Sinew Threads
Necromancy: Creating muscle fibers with Sinew Threads
Seduction: Confidence is attractive
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[PC] Vesper: You initiated him in blood magic; on the chest, beneath his fur
[PC] Vesper: Much better at flirting than you
[PC] Vesper: Conventionally funny
[PC] Vesper: Takes magic drugs
[PC] Vesper: Offered to initiate you in Remnomancy for a reasonable price
[PC] Vesper: Sleeps in a way that makes you smile.
[PC] Vesper: You repaired his lung post-initiation

Vespasien:
Seduction: Any Excuse for Nudity
Medicine: Getting High Before Torture
Blood Magic: Mark - the Red Pentagram
Blood Magic: Initiation
Blood Magic: Initiation - Internal Wounds
Blood Magic: Can Clot (Harden) Wounds
Necromancy: Mends Flesh Instantly
Necromancy: Being Treated With Sinew Gun

☠ Loot:

N/A

☠ Injuries:

Minor Lacerations

☠New Mage Blight:

Vesper +2{Magic Initiation}

☠ Notes:

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