Captain Soldano shudders outside, freaked out by having to wade through so many mortal remains - but at least he doesn't know that his girlfriend was the one who bit so many of them in half. For Scourge it's different, since Alptraum was the one that caused a lot of the destruction here in the first place. The shadowy dragon-thing finds the not-quite-srinala lying on the remains of the altar, ironically mimicking the sacrificial-birth pose that the altar was made for.
"He should be used the the horrors by now. This is Babel, after all," Scourge thinks as it heads towards the altar. No more mercy for these things; if it lets them birth, horrible things happen. So, time to just tear it apart right now and destroy the stillborn creature inside it.
As Scourge approaches, the srinala turns her head to face him.. and smiles.
"I don't need to hear your lies or threats," Scourge remarks rather dryly. It tilts its head from side to side in a mimic of popping its neck. "I'm just here to destroy you."
"I am between life and death," the woman whispers. "And beyond both. Do your best, monster."
"Hate to tell you, but you are the monster here," Scourge notes. It rears back and simply tries to slam its massive forepaws on the woman's stomach to crush the create within it.
The srinala practically bursts when struck.. but the exploded womb is empty. Actually.. the entire srinala seems empty, as if all of her internal parts had been cored out. There's a hole right through the altar as well. Was Scourge just talking to a horrific hand-puppet?
Scourge actually blinks. Well, this is unexpected. So, it tries to look down the hole in the altar. "They keep getting weirder," it grumbles to itself.
Something wet smacks Scourge on the snout, as an intestine whips out of the hole. There's more movement in there as well..
Scourge looks ... rather annoyed really. It's a bit insulting to be slapped like that! Since he can't fit down the hole itself ... it tries to fit its tongue down and grab this nasty bugger! "This is either the most disturbed, or most bizarre thing I have ever done," it thinks.
For its efforts.. it gets a mouthful of.. well, it's clear where the srinala's innards got to, as they're now geysering up out of the hole as if under pressure.
Scourge has to actively spit this gunk out! Growling and annoyed now, it has to wait out the geyser and try again! "This is stupid," it thinks.
There's a tingle around the shadow-beast's toes now, and an ominous shuffling noise. The many corpses (or rather, bits of corpses) in the chamber are beginning to stir.
Scourge draws back and inhales. "Two can play at this game," it thinks. Shadow against fake shadow. So, this General is trying to replicate what the Shadow of Amena could do. The dragon-thing soon releases one heck of belch, and along with it a burst of its own spores, engulfing the room.
This causes some turmoil. The bodies are being pulled together by glowing black tendrils, since almost none of them are anywhere close to intact. They don't exactly match up properly, so that there are former Yodhdiphath with multiple torsos stitched together like a centipede, or multiple heads or heads used as limbs, and limbs that just.. don't make anatomical sense. This shoggoth doesn't seem to know how Eeee are put together. Those infected by the spores, tend to freeze in place, or fall apart, or just flail about at anything around them. For Scourge.. well, the spores don't care if something is alive or dead, but the feedback it receives is bizarre. The dead don't have many senses left..
The room turns into a cacophony of chaos as Scourge thrashes and bashes itself about, trying to shatter the bodies that are stitching themselves together in such gruesome ways. It is also still trying to spew its controlling infection throughout the room and over-whelm or over-ride this creature's control of the monstrosities. At least while Scourge thrashes, it doesn't have to look much at them.
It's like rolling around in.. well, corpses. It's hard to keep track of what's happening, thanks to the random and disturbed information that comes from the spores, and some of the exposed bones are sharp. But a corpse doesn't have a lot of strength when held together by chaotic tendrils that tend to cause more decay. By the time things have been suitably pulped down to a gooey mess, Scourge is very glad for lacking a sense of smell.
It's around the Scourge starts trying to stitch together the input from the corpses and locate the actual creature. If it hasn't already been crushed, that is. It isn't about to let this one get away, either.
It should back in the hole still, with the altar of Diphath serving as a sort of like the sarcophagus of the original Shadow. There are still some ominous rumblings coming from the halls that empty into the shrine though.
"If I destroy the source, the animated should stop," Scourge thinks; not willing yet to go after the others in case this thing tries to escape. So, it lumbers over to the altar, and, well, gives it what may be properly described as the world's nastiest kiss.
The hole is deeper than expected, but Scourge's tongue.. is disturbingly long. It keeps stretching. The rumbling is louder, and something enters into the shrine. It's not very cohesive, since the remains in the outer rings were not exactly fresh. It lumbers in on a multiple hands and legs, which tend to shed fingers and toes as it goes. It's a worm, or a snake, or.. just a mass of bone and corpseflesh. It has no head, only a glowing black blob where one should go.. and it's heading for the altar. It's pretty clear to Scourge just what is supposed to be the thing's head.. but its tongue brushes against a ball of insanity, with the corpse-worm shambling and twisting closer by the second.
Scourge splits its tongue and tries to drab the monstrosity at the bottom of the pit. If it can get a grip, it will try to rip it out of the altar and thrash it about line a ball on the end of a string! While Scourge is used to nasty, the lumbering corpse heading this way is a new level of nasty. "Come on, this is ... guh. The General is trying to creep me out. I can't lt her," it thinks.
The fetal form screams as Scourge sinks his tongue-tips into it like claws. It's clinging to something, but finally comes up! It's trailing lots of.. well, stuff. Whatever it is that shoggoths are made of. It must have been reaching out underneath the temple floor to control things.
Even if this hurts, well ... no choice! Scourge whips around, slamming its tongue into the floor and walls, trying to crush the creature gripped in its end. "Time to die, supposed thing beyond death!" Scourge thinks.
The screaming thing is bashed around, and with each smack the corpse-worm loses more of itself, even while trying to reach the shoggoth core. A good slap against the statues of Diphath's knee shuts it up.. and then it's raining down carrion on top of Scourge.
Scourge spits. Sort of. Then its left ear fin twitches. As a rotting hand bounces off the top of its head, Scourge thinks, "Why me? Why am I stuck dealing with things like this?" It does a rather impressive full-body shake too, to shake off the remains that tend to stick after they land.
Nothing is moving much now. Bits are sinking into the slush that covers the floor, but no glowing tendrils are trying to puppeteer things anymore.
So, the rather nonplussed Scourge makes its way through the pool of goo back towards the way it came in. "I must remember to come back and burn this mess," it thinks as it goes. Scourge also hopes that Soldano is okay. The captain likely wasn't stupid enough to attack the shambling mass.
Outside, the Eeee noble-cum-smuggler is still sitting shakily in the same spot as before. He smells Scourge before he sees it, and one look and a good whiff have him bend over and vomiting up.. well, just vomiting. He knows better than to eat before one of these events.
"They keep getting nastier," Scourge grumbles, "And yes, the creatures can eat someone from the inside out. We need to cure you as soon as we can. Otherwise that might end up you. And, well, you would not make a pretty pregnant Eeee."
"Ugh, I'm going to get pregnant?" Soldano asks, one half of his face seeming to clench at the notion. "What do I have to do?"
"You might. I have seen stranger," Scourge admits. "You need to go to the Temple of Gorphat and be examined by the Yodhgorphat in residence there. She can test a few simple things to see if they may encourage it to leave you."
"G.. Gorphat?" Soldano asks with typical Babelite reticence. "I thought the Yodhgorphat were all.. gone?"
"One has come to aid in preventing the invasion. She is scary looking, but she will not harm you," Scourge promises. "Or are you not brave enough to face her? You faced the General."
"I only thought the General would kill me," Soldano notes. "What.. uh.. what will she want? The Yodh don't do things for free, and I do not know what sort of tribute Gorphat likes."
"She will want you to make love to her, of course," Scourge says with a completely straight face.
"You.. uh.. you advised against that though," Soldano claims, holding up his hands. "I mean, in case I'm.. contagious or something. I don't want to get Gorphat angry at me for infecting one of her daughters!"
"As if they are not infected by things already?" Scourge points out. "But no, I am merely teasing you. Given this is for the defense of the city, she may not ask for anything outside of a simple few shekel tribute."
"Do you really think she can help me?" Soldano asks, putting his hand on his chest. "This thing.. it's an infection, so.. it's within her power.. but it's also alien."
"Neither of us will know unless you go," Scourge points out. "Are you really that afraid?"
"It's something that's been instilled in me from childhood," Soldano admits. "The Kindly Ones and their servants.. there's nothing you can do against them. Even showing fear, if that's not what they want, can end in disaster. It's a fear I can understand, you see."
"I cannot make you go, I can only suggest. The choice is yours," Scourge says and even manages a shrug somehow. "Would you prefer to speak with someone else first, such as your girlfriend, that cat creature?"
"No, I have to do this," Soldano admits with a sigh. "It's not just me now, but the city. Do I just fly to Mt. Gorphat?"
"Until you get close, then walk the rest of the way. There is no need to draw undue attention to yourself or the Temple," Scourge suggests. "And no, you don't have to. This is a choice."
"I choose to go then," Soldano says, standing up and looking a bit unsteady. "I just need to get away from this.. place.. to clear my head."
"I'm grateful I cannot smell. I rather imagine it must be unbearable," Scourge remarks as it lumbers in the direciton that they came in. "I imagine if you ask nicely, the Yodhgorphat could remove your nose for you."
"I'm sure I'll need it again later," Soldano says. "Maybe stuff it up though.."
"Grab a few of the leftover fingers and stuff them in," Scourge suggests, and even motions with its tail towards a bitten-off hand. The dragon has a bizarre sense of humor, it seems.
"I somehow don't think that the placing the source of the stink into my sinuses to block out further stink is likely to work," the Eeee admits, and shudders.
"It is called building tolerance," Scourge claims before it disappears into the shadows. "Until next time," it calls back from somewhere.
It takes Soldano some time to make his way to the Temple of Gorphat, which is good for Scourge. It easily gets there early, since it can fly the whole way, and changes into Nicora.. who then has to quickly deal with the odor that came along with the dragon-form. Still, there's time to rub on something to cover the smell of death and still get ready to greet her new patient.
"Hello?" echoes a nervous voice, as Soldano enters the Temple and cautiously makes his way forward.
"Well, well, not many people would dare to come here. Perhaps you come to show your devotion to Gorphat, hmm? Or to find companionship now that the Temple of Inala is no more?" Yodhgorphat Scourge calls from the shadows behind the altar. Soon, though, she walks around the altar and into view. "Come. Let me look upon you." She even gestures for Soldano to approach.
In the green light, Soldano looks terrified. Once he's close enough, he drops to his knees and bows down, nearly touching his head to floor. "I am Soldano bar Drelickus, here.. here.. to seek Gorphat's aid," he manages to say.
Yodhgorphat Scourge actually reaches down and pets the back of Soldano's head and neck. "Do you, now? In what way may She aid you?" she asks. "And what do you offer for Her aide, handsome one?"
Soldano squeaks, then clears his throat. "I am carrying a.. dreadful parasite. If I cannot find a way to cleanse myself of it, it will eventually devour me. I come at the behest of the Barsunala, and.. I'm sure suitable compensation can be agreed upon?"
"Ah. Him," Yodhgorphat Scourge remarks. "You may rise. Then you will undress and place your clothing on the altar. Only then will you be prepared to enter one of the chambers of examination."
"Completely?" Soldano asks once he gets to his feet and starts to remove his vest.
"Is that a problem?" Yodhgorpha Scourge says. She grins in a rather predatory way.
"No! No, just.. making certain!" the man says, and hurries to undress in the least lascivious way he can manage. Don't want to look too 'handsome' after all!
And boy does the Yodhgorphat eye him while he undresses. She even runs her hand down his chest once he is naked. "You are very good looking and healthy-looking," she remarks, "That is rare here." Her fingers curl around a lower part of his anatomy and soon she's trying to lead him by it. "This way," she says.
"Ah! Yes. Yes ma'am.. Yodhgorphat.." Soldano stammers as he's led along.
"Now, hop up on the table like a good boy and lie down," Yodhgorphat Scourge says and pats the thankfully cleaned off altar. "And tell me about this parasite. How did you come by it?"
The stone table probably makes Soldano think of an altar, especially with the drains. He gets on gingerly, and lies on his back. "It was.. inserted into me by a Yodhdiphath or sorts. I think she was undead."
"Do you commonly make love to undead, then?" Yodfgorphat Scourge asks as she circles the altar. Soldano finds his right arm being lifted back over his head, then he can feel something wrap around his wrist and pulled snug.
"What? No!" Soldano says, then clarifies, "That is, no to being intimate with her, not no to you.. doing what you're doing. She bit me, on the neck, and then.. put this thing into me through the punctures."
"Did you enjoy it?" the Yodhgorphat asks as Soldano's other hand is pulled back and soon secured. The Yodhgorphat then walks around the altar and begins securing his legs.
"Not at all," Soldano says, watching in horrified fascination as the Yodhgorphat binds his legs. "It was terrifying. She was a monster.. and huge.."
"And not at all attractive at all to you?" the Yodhgorphat asks as she now traces her hands over his body. The bare skin does make things a bit more sensitive for her at least. She might be feeling for anything squirming oddly within him.
"That was the furthest thing from my mind at the time," the man admits, and then bravely asks, "What.. ah.. what are you doing?"
"Feeling for squirminess beneath your skin," the Yodhgorphat remarks. "So I know where to puncture."
"Oh.. oh?" Soldano asks, and breaks out in.. well, squirminess. But it's almost certainly his own muscles at work. "Puncture me with.. what, exactly?"
"My claws. I wish to test to see if your infection will transfer to another organism. I have worms here I can use with your blood," the Yodhgorphat explains rather matter-of-factly.
"Leeches?" Soldano asks, trying to look down his chest to see what's going on. "I.. haven't shed any blood since getting infected.."
"Sort of," Yodhgorphat Scourge says. Unable to find anything obviously infection-squirmy, she simply pricks a spot on the man's chest right in the center using one of the claws of her right hand to draw a bit of blood.
The blood that flows out is black at first.. but then the blackness draws itself back inside to leave behind good old red.
"Ooooo, how interesting," Yodhgorphat Scourge croons. "One moment!" The bandaged Eeee actually skips out of the room leaving Soldano alone for a bit; tied to an altar, naked.
"What? What was interesting?" Soldano asks in desperation.
"Most people don't bleed black!" the Yodhgorphat explains when she returns carrying a small jar. She reaches into it and pulls out one of the slime-worms and plops it right down on the small puncture, to see if the infection attacks it.
"Black?" Soldano squeaks. The worm latches onto the oozing wound and starts to feed. Maybe they are related to leeches, since the blood isn't clotting up. And since the worms are mostly transparent, the blood is visible as it courses through the creature. And after a few seconds.. there's a black tendril in the flow. It bypasses the gut, however, and branches up towards the worm's brain cluster. And then, just as quickly, the tendril withdraws back through the blood flow into the Eeee.
"Interesting, again. What did it do?" the Yodhgorphat asks, leaning down and eyes the worm for any after-effects.
The worm goes on doing it's wormy thing, apparently unaffected by the probing tendril. Maybe it was being 'tasted' and found.. unappetizing?
"It likes thinks more complex that this worm, I think," the Yodhgorphat muses as she extracts the worm and drops it back into the jar. "This is good, though. It means it might be able to lure it out." She taps her chin, thinking. "I could do one more test."
"Will it involve an infection?" Soldano asks. "I remember the Yodhgorphat would sometimes cure one illness with another?"
"No, another sample to see if you can spread this," the Yodhgorphat remarks and grabs a rather sensitive part of Soldano's anatomy; her grip rather gentle at least.
The man squeaks again, and asks, "What.. what.. that sample?"
The Yodhgorphat massages. "Yes, that sample," she says with an evil grin. Her touch is gentle and skilled. And to make matters worse there is occasional licking. It is very deliberate, though, so that she can use one of the jars in the room to capture the sample she seeks and not get too caught up in what she is doing.
"Oh.. I'll just.. close my eyes then and.. uh.. it's been awhile so.." Soldano babbles. He does close his eyes, and probably tries to think of Tulani or someone.. anyone.. other than the Yodhgorphat. And being tied up apparently isn't one of his kinks, since it takes some time for Scourge to get any results. But that sample.. isn't black, even though the bulging veins that appear do have some darkness to them.
"No obvious infection in the sample," the Yodhgorphat remarks once it is all done. "You may be safe for intimate relations; but it is still a bit risky," she tells the Eeee. Inwardly, she also starts thinking to Gorphat, "Mother, can you tell anything about this infection and how it may be removed?"
"It seems to be a spirit infection of sorts," Gorphat whispers. "It fled from the shadow. So, it may react to another spirit infection. Also, it's reaction to the worm indicates that it could change hosts, if it found a suitable one, one with a mind I would say. The combination of a viable host and the presence of something to drive it out may work."
"So the wraith, and a host body," Scourge thinks, then nods. "There may be a way to arrange both. Can you tell if it is affecting him significantly yet?"
"It is.. unclear. It seems to saturate him, but is not yet active," Gorphat suggests. "This creature may be gathering information on its host still, if it is truly capable of assuming its identity."
"And I should let him up soon. He is too enticing the way he is," Yodhgorphat Scourge thinks, then goes about untying the other Eeee.
"It is safe to indulge yourself," Gorphat claims. Of course, this just reminds the woman of her 'condition'. Her bandages aren't going to be very pristine for much longer.
"Safe with him?" Yodhgorphat Scourge thinks.
"Yes. The creature is in his blood," Gorphat says. "Just refrain from biting him."
"Is.. is it over?" Soldano asks, opening one eye.
"I'm tempted to make love to you," the Yodhgorphat says rather plainly, "As you can guess, not many will touch me. But ... I will not force you through that." So, she goes about releasing the man from his restraints.
"You.. you do that?" Soldano asks, rubbing his wrists where they were bound. "Is that your price?"
"As much as I wish to, no. I will not force it upon you. Your clothing is outside, you are free to dress and leave. I will relay the findings to the Barsunala," Yodhgorphat Scourge says.
Sitting up, Soldano seems a bit torn. "Well.. you.. uh.. did help me out there. I should thank you. Would I get some horrible disease though?"
"Not likely. And you are thanking me enough by helping Babel," the Yodhgorphat claims, again. Something about forcing him just ... sits wrong with her.
"Well... what do you look like under all those bandages?" Soldano asks.
"Bald and tattooed. Sometimes slowing," the Yodhgorphat explains.
"Glowing? You can glow? Can I see you?" the man asks.
The Yodhgorphat eyes Soldano. "Why?" she finally asks.
"Because.. you are being shy?" the captain says, grinning a bit. "And it's only fair.."
Yodhgorphat Scourge rolls her eyes. "If you haven't been traumatized enough," she mutters, then actually goes about unwrapping herself.
Soldano seems less disturbed by the lack of hair than by the subject of the tattoos. The belly-full-of-maggots and the other fly larva poking out of cysts distract him from noticing the extra breasts for almost half a minute. "You are certainly.. unique.." Soldano admits.. and then reaches over to feel the lower set of breasts to see if they're real.
The Yodhgorphat squeaks and goes up on her toes! "Most people would not dare feel up a Yidh," she remarks to him. She doesn't actually try to stop him, though.
"Oh!" Soldano says, pulling his hand back and holding it up defensively! "I've just.. never seen anyone with that condition before. And.. it glowed a bit when I touched it, is that normal for you?"
Scourge grabs his hands and puts them right back. "I also didn't say for you to stop, did I?" she remarks dryly, grinning. "And yes, it is normal for me."
"Does.. everything glow?" the surprised Eeee asks, and starts fondling the other breasts as well.
"Most parts will, yes," Yodhgorphat Scourge says, sounding rather distracted ... and parts of her are starting to ooze; namely her very blessed reproductive system.
"You're lactating too, is that.. safe?" Soldano asks, leaning in to sniff now.
"Yes, it is safe. I may be gross, but I am not contagious," the Yodhgorphat remarks as she looks upward and shiffles her legs around. It is very distracting and weird when she is swollen enough she can feel the swelling when her legs are closed.
Soldano licks... and then Scourge finds herself being lifted up and sat on the table. "I may be doomed," he tells her. "And you may be the last woman I ever make love to. I will try to make it memorable.."
"You don't have to do this. I know what I look like," Yodhgorphat Scourge says, giving him one ore 'out' to just walk away. "You /really. wish t put part of yourself inside me?" She even gestures to the rather, ah, nasty swelling she currently has.
"It's glowing," Soldano notes. "I've.. well, I've been little better than a pirate for many years. You are not the strangest, but you are the most interesting. I can see the effect I'm having.. there's nothing hidden. And I have to use what time I have left to make this world better, I think. Even if it's just making you feel pretty for one night."
"Some pirate you are. I thought all your kind did was wench and pillage," Yodhgorphat Scourge claims and even pokes him in the center of his chest. Then she lays down into the altar, and smirks. "So, pillage my booty," she commands.
"Arrrr, as you request," Soldano says, climbing on top of the Yodhgorphat, and seeing what he can get to glow brightest on her.
Scourge hates to admit it; but he feels good. So very, very, good to be with her, and at some point, in her. HEr entire body feels hot and that means she must be glowing like an emerald on fire! She could get used to him, really. And they do have cells down below ... but thankfully pleasure hits her and keeps her from thinking too far on that. He's almost like making love to Mordecai, just less bumpy.
Soldano isn't just putting on a show either, he's really into it. He keeps things interesting between recharges by suckling, massaging and using his fingers on the squirmy, squishy woman. He does, however, avoid the tail. Maybe it's just too phallic for him to deal with.
And at some point Scourge gives in and just enjoys it too. She's quite active back with the man, and the way she was licking him before? Well, she's a lot more intense with it now when she gets the chance. "I wish I could keep him," she finds herself thinking again.
"Would you like him for a slave?" Gorphat whispers into Scourge's ear. "He can be paralyzed by horrib venom until you need him. That may even be a way to drive the parasite into a new host."
"... no. As tempting as it is, I wish him to be free," Scourge thinks in answer to that. "I would not wish the horrib treatment on him."
"Just a thought," Gorphat coos. "While he is infected, you are his only friendly outlet.."
"I know. But I will not use that on him," Scourge thinks, "I prefer that he give his ... fluids to me freely."
While Scourge is 'blessed' with constant arousal, Soldano is still just a mere mortal, and his infection doesn't seem to be giving him any extra stamina. He begins to flag eventually.
And Scourge, as much as she wishes he would continue, finally allows him to stop. "Thank you," she tells him, "I will not forget that you gave to me willingly, even looking as I do." She then smirks, adding, "And oozing as I do."
"Nobody questions what I'm covered with when I return from.. one of my missions," Soldano notes with a slight smirk. "I don't suppose you were given the next place I am to meet with the Barsunala's pet monster?"
"Yes, one of the mountain shrines outside of the city would be good for the next one. Perhaps one neat Mount Blakat," Yodhgorphat Scourge suggests. "Not many will go neat that mountain in the first place and the shrines near it are abandoned."
"And.. well, I suppose if there are any Yodhblakat left they can't very well be driven madder than they already are, right?" Soldano tries to joke.
"Just so," Yodhgorphat says in all seriousness. "And you must make love to me after each defeat," she adds.
"Really?" Soldano asks, surprised. "Will there be further.. examinations.. as well?"
"No, not really," the Yodhgorphat admits. "As for an exam, that may be a good idea, to at least make sure it hasn't become active yet."
"So I will see you again then, in a few days," Soldano says, and brushes Scourge's naked cheek with his hand, just to see if she'll blush.
Yodhgorphat Scourge actually blushes, well, green. She pushes him away lightly, remarking, "Go before you ruin my image."
"Thank you for trying to help me," Soldano says, and risks a quick kiss before heading back to the main altar to get his clothes.
"I am merely doing my duty," Yodhgorphat Scourge claims as the handsome Eeee goes to leave. she is left cleaning herself up a bit. "Must I ooze so much?" she thinks to herself as she cleans up a part of her anatomy that glows rather brightly green.
Soon, the temple is empty again, save for Yodhgorphat Scourge and.. not very bright worms. But at least the worms don't have to worry about extradimensional demonic possession.
"You're lucky, you know," the naked Yodhgorphat says as she collects the jar of works, then makes her way through the Temple to return them to their festering pool.
The blood-fed worm happily(?) squirms around through the slime with its brethren.
Nicora now eyes the pool a bit, then herself. She bites her lip, then in a fit of insanity jumps in. She even dips her head below the surface for a few seconds! Maybe she secretly likes the feel. Or maybe it smells better than she does right now.
This would never work if she had any fur or hair left. The slime would be impossible to get out! But with bare skin, it's.. soothing, in a way. And the worms all brush against her, latch on to the glowing teats and other places as if attracted by the light.
"Aaah," Nicora actually sighs with slime running down her face. She even spreads her legs so that they can help sooth her blessed area as well. "I could get used to this, Mother," she says to the temple.
"Are not my pleasures comparable to those of Inala?" Gorphat asks.
Nicora makes several disturbing sounds as she allows some of the worms ... inside. "These are, yes," she admits, sounding very distracted," "Things squirming around inside ... well, being a horrib host taught me they could feel good."
"It pleases me to hear that," Gorphat claims. "Everyone should know of my pleasures, given freely and equally to all."
Nicora props her arms up on the edge of the pool and relaxes. "I think I'll rest here for a bit, then change back to Alptraum and continue to deal with this nightmare of the General," she mutters as she blisses out for a bit in this ... pit of horrors. Ah, life is so much easier if you accept being insane.