"Not an answer!" Emet-Selch spouts again as he tears the knife out from yet another wound. At this point, minutes have passed, and he has punctured and healed many wounds. Her shirt would surely look tattered with blood-ringed holes.
This has gone on for a while and his magic has been pushed as far as he cares to push it. If only he had more time...Β
"This conversation has gotten rather boring, wouldn't you agree?" Emet-Selch rounds the table where the small bottle of black liquid still sits. He jams the knife into the tabletop and swipes the jar from its place. It seems the time has come to find what use it could have.
Emet-Selch makes for Vaeka's side. "You've one last chance to impress me." He grabs a fist full of her hair andΒ yanks it back, bottle of Kenoma at the ready in the other. "I suggest considering your next words very carefully."Β
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This has gone on for a while and his magic has been pushed as far as he cares to push it. If only he had more time...Β
"This conversation has gotten rather boring, wouldn't you agree?" Emet-Selch rounds the table where the small bottle of black liquid still sits. He jams the knife into the tabletop and swipes the jar from its place. It seems the time has come to find what use it could have.
Emet-Selch makes for Vaeka's side. "You've one last chance to impress me." He grabs a fist full of her hair andΒ yanks it back, bottle of Kenoma at the ready in the other. "I suggest considering your next words very carefully."Β