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It had taken years, but Kaz had finally broken through to understanding the ancient magic of Flesh Sculpting. With it he had taken the first step toward becoming a perfect being, a concept even he did not fully understand yet. To continue the research would require certain... sacrifices be made. While he had no qualms about experimentation on his fellow humans, he was well aware that in the general population this was a "frowned upon behavior."
His practices had gone unnoticed so far as he had limited his actions to animals and himself, but he would need greater resources than were available to him. Someplace no one would care if a few bodies went missing, and where he was at least nominally safe from the Rune Knights.
That is why he had arrived not long ago in Lavanitir Port City. The idea of being under anyone’s thrall galled Kaz to no end. In this case he saw it as more of a transaction, which made it bearable. The dark guild Divine Calamity would give him safety and a place to conduct his research, and he would in turn occasionally lend his aid to whatever nonsense they were up to. It did not particularly matter to him if the person he murdered was for his research or because the guild wanted them dead.
Stepping into the guild’s entry foyer, he let magic flow into his nostrils before taking a few sniffs. One could tell a lot about a place by its smells, and his senses came alive now with all manner of information. Blood, old and new. Fear. Pain. Sex. Someone’s meal that actually smelled quite delightful. Perhaps his stay here would be even more entertaining than he had originally thought.
Disappointingly, the only other individuals he saw in the foyer were a number of slaves. He supposed it would be too good to have the person he needed sitting and waiting just inside. Moving to one of the couches, Kaz flopped down heavily and gestured to the nearest slave.
“You, I am joining this guild. Bring me whomever I must speak with.”
His practices had gone unnoticed so far as he had limited his actions to animals and himself, but he would need greater resources than were available to him. Someplace no one would care if a few bodies went missing, and where he was at least nominally safe from the Rune Knights.
That is why he had arrived not long ago in Lavanitir Port City. The idea of being under anyone’s thrall galled Kaz to no end. In this case he saw it as more of a transaction, which made it bearable. The dark guild Divine Calamity would give him safety and a place to conduct his research, and he would in turn occasionally lend his aid to whatever nonsense they were up to. It did not particularly matter to him if the person he murdered was for his research or because the guild wanted them dead.
Stepping into the guild’s entry foyer, he let magic flow into his nostrils before taking a few sniffs. One could tell a lot about a place by its smells, and his senses came alive now with all manner of information. Blood, old and new. Fear. Pain. Sex. Someone’s meal that actually smelled quite delightful. Perhaps his stay here would be even more entertaining than he had originally thought.
Disappointingly, the only other individuals he saw in the foyer were a number of slaves. He supposed it would be too good to have the person he needed sitting and waiting just inside. Moving to one of the couches, Kaz flopped down heavily and gestured to the nearest slave.
“You, I am joining this guild. Bring me whomever I must speak with.”
