(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

compounded by a scholar who'd found she possessed a darker half - a side
of her which took control, at times, and bade her do awful things. This
potion was to have 'split' the darker half away from her, creating two
separate beings. Mercykillers, however, found and executed her for a string
of depraved murders before she could use it. I'd charge you only two
hundred copper commons for the Elixir."
I knew the perfect use for it. "I'll take it."
"Yes," Vrischika purred, "a wise choice." The copper I poured into her hand
seemed to disappear the moment in touched her palm; she handed me the
item. "Please, enjoy your newest acquisition."
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The bitter smell of herbs greeted me again when I entered the apothecary.
The air was dusty, bitter, and aged. Behind the counter was Pestle Kilnn...
his chaotic features made moist squelching noises as they shifted. He - or
they - were as eerie to look upon as ever, as his flesh constantly changed
and crawled across his face and body. "I welcome ye - snrf! - back, sir."
"I've got this Elixir of Horrific Separation... do you think that'd help you?"
Both his eyes suddenly snapped to the small bottle in my hands. He nodded,
smacking his lips.
"Here you are, then..."
Pestle Kilnn took the bottle in both his hands and placed it beneath the
counter. His left eye focused on me, while his right eye and hand
concentrated on scribbling furiously on the countertop. "We can use dis ta
make somethin' dat'll fix us - hgrk! - right on up. Now if you'll gives us a
moment, when we got it all worked - gak! - out, we'll makes ya some healin'
stuffs fer a reward." He turned to head to the back of the shop...
There are some things a sod shouldn't ever have to hear. The cursed bellow
of a tortured god. The rattling breath of the undead. Cats yowling in heat in
a dark alleyway, their cries like the shrill, terrified screams of a baby being
tortured. The wet gags and gurgles that came from the back room were
probably third down from the list. There was the warm slosh of guts, the
sound of flesh tearing like paper. Part of me wanted to peek in and satisfy
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