The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

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The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Thu Mar 26, 2020 3:55 pm

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68th of Ashan 720

Pygmalion lay sleeping in a cot in the infirmary of the Scalvoris University. He'd been visited by several doctors over the past few days, some of them even claimed to be magi. Although when pressed for details about his own magic, Pygmalion resisted. He refused to speak common, and would only speak Vahanic. Eventually, an interpreter was needed in order to translate for the resting mage.

He was in his biqaj form, that of a middle aged man of little under fifty arcs. His eyes were pearly white, yet could see perfectly fine. At first they thought him blind or cataracted. But he assured them through some simple tests that he was fully capable of seeing. He wore a simple robe of brown wool, with sandals on his feet. It was appropriate attire, it would seem, to one who was condemned to linger in a medical facility.

When the mages and doctors resident at the school couldn't make heads or tails of Pygmalion, they decided one who claimed to have special knowledge was needed. Thus, they summoned Devin Thorn.

Pygmalion's left arm had completely lost its bone structure. In its place, a cartilaginous structure had taken the place of the bones and joints. It became fully flexible, able to curl back on itself completely. His fingers had been replaced by small tentacles, that could stretch and flex, and had suckers on the insides of the fingers. Yet most alarming of all the changes, a many-toothed maw had taken form at the palm of his hand. The function of this appendage was not yet ascertained, and Pygmalion found himself entirely unwilling to discuss it with the 'Ignoramuses' of the University, who knew nothing of the wonders of magic, and sought to treat it as a disease.

Thus when Devin was brought in, followed by a Vahanic interpreter, Pygmalion was crossing his ordinary arm over his altered arm in a closed gesture. His eyes reluctantly tracked to the new arrival, and recognition dawned on his face. A familiar person here in Scalvoris! Well this was interesting.

Without even thinking, he echoed the scent of the Dubaebo. There, it remembered... indignity of being put to sleep, ambushed outside its den, and its flesh absconded with. Flesh that resided on the fingernails of that one. Pygmalion's lips curled back in a sort of snarl as he remembered, almost involuntarily the Dubaebo's helplessness.

Yet, he did not feel any animosity toward Devin himself. He was in fact, glad to see him! He wanted to see how his grafting work had held up...

"Devin!" Pygmalion said, and followed up in Vahanic. "How are your claws holding up! Did they fall off yet?"

Looking uncertainly from the patient, to Devin, the interpreter quirked a brow and then repeated the words that Pygmalion had said to the doctor. Thus given the translation, they awaited Devin's reaction. Silently, the interpreter whispered to Devin, "Do you know this one?"
word count: 500

Malformed Flesh

Thick, hairy hide grows on his back, forming discolored patterns in the rough shape of an eye.
Red Swine Eye: A non-seeing, large red pig's eye has grown on Rakvald's left arm.
Talky Hand Puppet : A small mouth grows on the back of Rakvald's thumb, which sometimes mutters his surface thoughts for him.
Bat Boy: Rakvald's face have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken skin around his eyes. (After Cylus 13th 720)
Sinister Grasp: His left arm has turned into a black mass of tentacles in the shape of an arm (After Ashan 65th 720).

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Outdoorsy Clothing and hides and furs.

Witchmarks

Graft: A pig's snout about one or two inches in diameter, growing between his thumb and index finger.
Becoming: A colorful tattoo spread over his chest, of a hog's head with very large tusks.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Fri Mar 27, 2020 7:15 am

“But Doctor Thorn, we need your help. We can’t figure out what exactly that man is suffering from!” the young blonde woman that stood in Devin’s living room, an absolutely shocked expression on her pretty face, pleaded desperately. She was one of Professor Argus Hamilton-Smith’s assistants, and she’d been asked to fetch him and take him to the university in order to examine one of the patients that were at the infirmary.

Devin refused to come with her though. He would never do Argus a favour. Argus had made him grade a ton of essays in order to punish him for misbehaving and smoking in class; and he always looked at him like that when they met, as if he considered him to be below him. Besides, he’d just been about to head to the Knight’s Rest in order to get high and drunk.

That was much more important than examining a random sick person!

The blonde woman looked at Devin. He looked back at her almost challengingly and crossed his arms over his chest. A moment later, the woman suddenly smiled and slyly remarked, in a tone of voice that was just a little bit above a whisper, as if she were sharing a great secret with him, “The patient’s left arm looks like a tentacle, with little suckers on the inside of his fingers, and what more, there is a many-toothed maw on his palm!”

The Mortalborn’s eyes abruptly lit up before he forced his face to assume a neutral expression as if he weren’t really looking forward to seeing the victim of what was likely magic gone wrong, but had had only changed his mind very reluctantly. He was excited though. Magical accidents fascinated him, and he considered himself an expert on them since he had had one himself and his eye color had changed from brown to bright purple.

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A few bits later, the Mortalborn who was dressed in a fancy outfit in dark grey and violet that fit his Edashan-perfected physique perfectly walked into the room where Pygmalion was, carrying a black doctor’s case in his right hand, in case he needed to stick something into the patient – and stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes widened.

The professor’s assistant had not exaggerated!

The man that was lying in the cot, some sort of middle-aged Biqaj judging by the looks of it, did indeed have a weird tentacle instead of a proper arm; and what more, he had fangs and a furrowed forehead like some sort of bat and darkened, sunken skin around his eyes.

It was rather unappealing!

It was also rather fascinating though!

For that reason, Devin smiled as he came closer and took another look at the freaky appendage. “A Becoming or a Graft mutation or the result of a magical accident?” he asked in an excited tone, hoping to hear a thrilling and absolutely gruesome story. A moment later, the strange Biqaj asked a question, and he turned to the interpreter, listening to his translation.

The nails that Rakvald had grafted for him the cycle before were one of his favourite features, so the Mortalborn replied eagerly and without thinking, “I still have all of them! I’ve been treating them with a special nail-strengthening solution, and so far, they haven’t fallen off!” He set his doctor’s case down and raised his hands so that Pygmalion could take a look at his nails – and admire them, of course. “I wish they were a little sharper and more functional though”, he admitted before he abruptly furrowed his brow.

“Wait! How do you know about my nails? Are you friends with Rakvald?” he wanted to know.

“I don’t know”, he said to the interpreter who had asked him if he knew Pygmalion, confusion marring his face. “He seems to know me though …”
word count: 666

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  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

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Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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On Ashan 1st, 720, Devin drank Perfection In A Bottle. He has a perfect physical build for the rest of the season.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Mon Mar 30, 2020 3:55 am

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Pygmalion didn’t quite know how he knew about Devin’s claws, in fact. He was still suffering from partial memory loss, although things came back to him by way of a slow trickle. Soon enough, he presumed, he would know from whence he came, and how he came to be on this island once more.

Pygmalion let a creeping grin cross his face as Devin drew closer to the tentacle arm. Biding his time, the older man waited for the lad to come just close enough, so he could get a really good look at the arm…

Then he stretched his arm out, to give Devin a look at the gaping maw that was in his palm, with sharp pointy teeth lining the mouth as it screeched at him shrilly. The tentacle fingers waved and wiggled as it shrieked.

Next to Devin, the interpreter was overcome by fright, and fainted straightaway. Pygmalion laughed a raucous, loud guffaw. He loved practical jokes like that. Once the scene had settled a bit, Pygmalion withdrew his arm. Devin would then notice, perhaps, a familiar corruption on his arm, a reddened swine’s eye that dribbled red tears. It was virtually identical to one of Rakvald’s mutations. ”Rakvald…” Pygmalion said, letting the name roll around in his noggin. ”I know that name…”

He shook his head. ”Tall fellow? Big and strong?” Pygmalion asked Devin. He was trying to ascertain whether the person he had been before taking this new form was in actuality this Rakvald. It was confusing being an amnesiac, and being a becomer amnesiac just seemed to exacerbate it.

Presently, the interpreter had recovered their senses, and began rising. She kept a good distance from Rakvald, however, and stammered, ”Amnesia? Do you think he might be one of those who lost their memory, Doctor Thorn?”

”We have a psychologist in attendance, whose had an interest in cases such as these. Would you like for me to fetch him?” She seemed anxious to leave the room, and put as much distance between herself and Pygmalion as possible.

Pygmalion smiled at her, and then turned to Devin. ”Yes, by all mean dismiss lady. We can talk about enhancing claws while she gone!” He winked conspiratorially toward Devin.

She didn’t wait for Devin’s word, but left before he acquiesced to her leaving. Meanwhile, Pygmalion beckoned Devin closer. He reached out with his right hand to accept the lad’s hand and check out his old handiwork.

Perhaps seeing it would help jog his memory and alleviate his amnesia?
word count: 427

Malformed Flesh

Thick, hairy hide grows on his back, forming discolored patterns in the rough shape of an eye.
Red Swine Eye: A non-seeing, large red pig's eye has grown on Rakvald's left arm.
Talky Hand Puppet : A small mouth grows on the back of Rakvald's thumb, which sometimes mutters his surface thoughts for him.
Bat Boy: Rakvald's face have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken skin around his eyes. (After Cylus 13th 720)
Sinister Grasp: His left arm has turned into a black mass of tentacles in the shape of an arm (After Ashan 65th 720).

Commonly Carried Equipment

Outdoorsy Clothing and hides and furs.

Witchmarks

Graft: A pig's snout about one or two inches in diameter, growing between his thumb and index finger.
Becoming: A colorful tattoo spread over his chest, of a hog's head with very large tusks.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Tue Mar 31, 2020 2:36 am

“Wow“, Devin made, his eyes wide, as he inspected Pygmalion’s tentacle arm, made another step towards him and leaned forward in order to get an even better look at it because he had never seen anything like that before. It was awesome and extraordinary and freaky and disgusting all at the same time, and he just couldn’t look away from it.

“Oh”, he continued as Pygmalion showed him the gaping maw and wondered if he should poke it a bit or if the maw would bite him if he tried. He was just about to tentatively extend his right hand when the maw on Pygmalion’s hand suddenly began to shriek. The Mortalborn instantly jumped back, his eyes even wider than before, as if they were ready to drop out of their sockets.

“What the f…?” he asked and just stared at the … thing. “It made a sound! Why did it make a sound? Can it talk as well? Can you talk with two different voices at the same time?” he asked. The questions almost poured forth from his mouth, and he barely stopped in order to take a breath between them because this was just so unusual.

He only closed his mouth and stopped staring when he heard a loud thud next to him and turned around in order to find out what had just happened. When he saw the poor interpreter lying on the floor, he narrowed his eyes a bit before he bent down and shook her to see if she’d react. “I don’t think she’s dead”, he informed Pygmalion. “She’s probably unconscious and will come to again soon. Let’s just leave her where she is!”

With that, the doctor who wasn’t particularly concerned with people that were unwell sometimes, turned to face Pygmalion again, nodding emphatically as he asked about Rakvald. “Big and strong and very hairy!” he confirmed. “He also had this thing on his arm. It looked a lot like yours!” he continued and pointed at Pygmalion’s corruption.

“Oh, you are back”, he observed a moment later when the interpreter slowly rose to her feet. “I think so, yes. He reminds me of that Sev’ryn who ended up in my garden the other trial”, he admitted, thinking of the poor savage and all the fun his roommate and he had had with him. “Yes, by all means go and fetch a psychologist”, he continued. “I’ll keep him company in the meantime”, he said and gestured towards Pygmalion.

Once the woman was out of the door, he made a step towards the amnesiac Biqaj, eying the tentacle arm for a moment, before he extended his right hand and allowed him to inspect it and even touch it if he wanted to. “So, are you a Grafter as well?” he wanted to know and raised an eyebrow. “Can you improve my claws? Rakvald told me that he could, but he’s in Desnind, and I’m here and can’t leave because I have a job and such.”

“That swine’s eye on your arm really does look like his”,
he remarked, even though he wasn’t sure how much Pygmalion could understand without an interpreter. “Are you related to Rakvald? He never told me what he was going to do with the Dubaebo”, he remarked, looking a little disappointed as he had been really curious about that.
word count: 581

Appearance

  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

Items

Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

Potions

On Ashan 1st, 720, Devin drank Perfection In A Bottle. He has a perfect physical build for the rest of the season.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Fri Apr 10, 2020 4:50 am



Pygmalion's eyes shone with mirth as Devin reacted to his mutation. In truth, it wasn't the maw making the screaming noise, but the mouth between his left index and thumb, or the tentacle fingers that had taken their place. He waved his fingers about to show him the mouth, which began talking, "It was meeee!" Strange for it to be so talkative, it normally only spoke when Pygmalion lost his concentration. Perhaps he was excited at the prospect of meeting Devin again.

He allowed Devin to inspect his tentacle arm, giving him full access. In truth, he was rather proud of the mutation. It was something special, and interesting of course. Even Devin could see that! But of course he could, he was a bright boy, and unafraid of magic, a wonderful trait in Pygmalion's estimation.

"Another corruption, my boy. The mouth next to what was thumb and forefinger." He sighed. "I not know how I get here, but seeing you again brings back some memories... Maybe I crossed... Ah yes, I a dream walker. I walk dreams and can bounce over veil."

"Oh... Rakvald... Ya, I think I remember him." Pygmalion was fairly mixed up at this point, and it couldn't be said that he understood fully where he knew Devin from, or how. Parts of him did, the Dubaebo stirred within his soul as Devin stood over him. It remembered the indignity of being put to sleep, and it's flesh absconded with.

So much had happened in the seasons between when Rakvald had led that expedition to find the Dubaebo, and then was subsequently sucked back into Quacia. He'd been subjected to various ministrations there by people who had an interest in his power, but there was little more he could say of it.

"I a grafter, a becomer, and a runewright." Pygmalion confessed. The trio of sparks in his soul reverberated through every fiber of his being. He was more mage than man at this point, but such was the sacrifice he made for understanding, power, and passion for discovery of the nature of flesh.

When Devin mentioned the Dubaebo, Pygmalion's eyes darkened. They glinted as he blended a bit of the Dubaebo's essence with his own, and they shone green for a few moments. Then, without warning, the Dubaebo demanded to be unleashed. He felt it's totem turning over in his leather pouch, as he began the transformation process.

He screamed bloody murder as over the next few seconds, flesh contracted and reformed, his bones snapped and reformed, joints realigned, and black spines grew out of the robe he was wearing. In less than a moment, before Devin stood the Dubaebo, but this one appeared different from that which he'd seen before. The same size, certainly, and dimensions and age. But it bore the mutations of Pygmalion, the left fore-leg was a tentacled appendage, the red swine eye on it. The Dubaebo's snout was bat-like in form, as were its ears. The same long spines grew out of its back.
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With it's glowing green eyes, it fixed Devin in its stare. Pygmalion growled out his words, which could barely be understood. Then he remembered also, he couldn't echo a voice while he unleashed, The words sounded much like: "Here be Dubaebo." With that, he howled in madness and pain, as he leapt off of the hospital bed, and circled around Devin nuzzling his claws with his snout.
word count: 586

Malformed Flesh

Thick, hairy hide grows on his back, forming discolored patterns in the rough shape of an eye.
Red Swine Eye: A non-seeing, large red pig's eye has grown on Rakvald's left arm.
Talky Hand Puppet : A small mouth grows on the back of Rakvald's thumb, which sometimes mutters his surface thoughts for him.
Bat Boy: Rakvald's face have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken skin around his eyes. (After Cylus 13th 720)
Sinister Grasp: His left arm has turned into a black mass of tentacles in the shape of an arm (After Ashan 65th 720).

Commonly Carried Equipment

Outdoorsy Clothing and hides and furs.

Witchmarks

Graft: A pig's snout about one or two inches in diameter, growing between his thumb and index finger.
Becoming: A colorful tattoo spread over his chest, of a hog's head with very large tusks.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Sun Apr 12, 2020 4:10 am

“You … you have a mouth between your fingers!” Devin remarked dumbfoundedly, stating the obvious, and stared at the thing between Pygmalion’s left index finger and thumb. He was freaked out, but also kind of delighted because you could probably conduct all kinds of fun pranks with such a mouth, and he was incredibly curious about how exactly it worked. “Does it have a mind of its own? Do you hold conversations with it? Does it speak different languages than you or only Common – and how did you come by it? Is it a mutation as well? I’ve never seen a mutation that can speak!”

The Mortalborn was talking even faster now if that was at all possible, and when Pygmalion told him that he was a dreamwalker, he practically beamed at him and excitedly told him, “I’m a dreamwalker as well! I was sharing my bed with Delroth and Edasha the other trial, only that they weren’t Delroth and Edasha, but something called constructs, and then this weird guy came and touched me and took me to the Veil. The Veil’s a great place, isn’t it? All that gold and those jewels”, he remarked and sighed dreamily, unaware of the fact that the Veil looked different to everyone and that Pygmalion might not perceive it as a place that was filled immeasurable riches.

“Maybe you two are related”, the Mortalborn remarked when Pygmalion told him that he thought he remembered Rakvald. He wanted to say more because that was a rather big coincidence in his opinion, but it was just then that the amnesiac Biqaj started to scream bloody murder. The Mortalborn instantly made a step back and watched him rather warily as he wasn’t sure what was just happening. Was he sick?

“Woah”, he made when Pygmalion started to change. He looked even more wary, if that was at all possible, and maybe even a tiny, tiny bit scared. A few moments later, the expression on his face changed to one of absolute delight and utter fascination though, and he made a step towards the other man again so that he could see what was happening better. “You really are a Becomer!” he remarked and looked at the Dubaebo, extending his right hand as he did so, as if he wanted to pet him. “And you have a Dubaebo totem! Did you get it from Rakvald?” he wanted to know. He was unfortunately a bit slow when it came to coming to the correct conclusions sometimes.

Before Pygmalion could answer, Devin continued in an even more excited tone of voice, “I’m a Becomer as well! I can turn into other people! Do you want to see my witchmark?”
word count: 465

Appearance

  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

Items

Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

Potions

On Ashan 1st, 720, Devin drank Perfection In A Bottle. He has a perfect physical build for the rest of the season.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Sun Apr 19, 2020 10:09 pm



Pygmalion said little as Devin went about asking his questions. He only lay there on the bed, showing his corruptions and witchmark to the lad and equally delighted by the younger man's mingling horror and delight at the twisted flesh. Graft truly was a divine art to inspire such a range of reactions. But for so much more than that!

He reflected on Devin's questions and guesses but ventured no opinion until he had already transformed into the Dubaebo. He found that he could echo, with some difficulty, although it was entirely temporary and consumed a tiny bit of ether to do so. He spoke in response to Devin's relating the nature of his dreamscape, and of the Veil as he saw it. "Mmm, I see the Veil and my Dreamscape are much different from yours. Perhaps I will show you sometime. Idyllic fields as far as the eye can see, pigs and prey aplenty, and then the dark crater where the Fields of Flatulence once were. A mage named Balthazar helped me to destroy the Fields so that the Fartlord no longer troubles my dreams."

He grinned, and made gentle circles around the lad, taking in his scent. The Dubaebo had quite a sensitive nose and was able to tell all kinds of things about people just by sniffing them out. He lifted his snout to Devin's hand and allowed him to pet him, fur and quills and all.

"Perhaps I am related to Rakvald. Yes, I think I am his father. Or was." Nothing was untrue about what he said, yet Pygmalion couldn't quite make sense of it all. He only knew that it was all true in his surreal loss of memory. But then, how could a biqaj be the father of a Lotharro... Unless...

"I'm a becomer, yes. And you are as well? That is very impressive. I didn't expect to encounter a mage when they brought me here." The Dubaebo jumped back on the bed, as he watched Devin calmly. Slowly, he lowered his body on the bed and there reclined.

"Yes, show me your witchmark, young mage!" Of course, the Dubaebo's witchmark wasn't visible underneath all the fur and quills. But on his chest as a human, was the becoming tattoo of a wild boar. Same as Rakvald. If Devin saw it, he would perhaps remember that one detail from Rakvald.

"About your claws..." The Dubaebo grumbled, "I can make them better, now, if you give me your hands, and graze the tips of my quills. That will take half a break, and I must have total concentration, no interruptions or interference."

Having said that, he pointedly looked at the door, which was ajar. He seemed to want Devin to bar it off.
word count: 468

Malformed Flesh

Thick, hairy hide grows on his back, forming discolored patterns in the rough shape of an eye.
Red Swine Eye: A non-seeing, large red pig's eye has grown on Rakvald's left arm.
Talky Hand Puppet : A small mouth grows on the back of Rakvald's thumb, which sometimes mutters his surface thoughts for him.
Bat Boy: Rakvald's face have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken skin around his eyes. (After Cylus 13th 720)
Sinister Grasp: His left arm has turned into a black mass of tentacles in the shape of an arm (After Ashan 65th 720).

Commonly Carried Equipment

Outdoorsy Clothing and hides and furs.

Witchmarks

Graft: A pig's snout about one or two inches in diameter, growing between his thumb and index finger.
Becoming: A colorful tattoo spread over his chest, of a hog's head with very large tusks.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Mon Apr 20, 2020 1:36 pm

Normally Devin had an incredibly short attention span and was easily distracted. He never turned away from Pygmalion though because the other man’s totem was just soo exciting to look at, and what more, he listened to him with rapt attention. “Can you do that? Visit other people’s dreamscapes, I mean?” he asked, his eyes wide, before he furrowed his brow for the briefest of moments. “Fields of Flatulence?” he asked. “What were they like? Did they fart when you entered them? Did they small bad? Did the Fartlord release foul-smelling, incredibly deadly farts?” he continued, asking even more questions in an even short amount of time because he was so fascinated.

“I know a mage named Balthazar as well!” he blurted out a few trills later. “Maybe we know the same mage named Balthazar! Does your Balthazar have white hair and golden eyes as well? Is he hot and electric? I met my Balthazar in a tavern in Beacon”, he told him, grinning as he thought about it. He’d tried to hit on Balthazar and showed him his witchmark, and in return Balthazar had pranked him, and then they had ridden back to Scalvoris Town on his magical horse. It had been quite an adventure!

Unlike Pygmalion, Devin didn’t wonder how a Biqaj could be the father of a Lotharro at all. He just accepted the other man’s statement and remarked because he could occasionally be somewhat polite, contrary to popular belief, “It’s an honor to meet Rakvald’s father! Did you teach him his fleshcrafting magic? You must be even better at it than he is!”

A moment later, Devin unbuttoned his shirt and proudly presented the colorful markings than ran down both sides of his torso to Pygmalion, grinning all over his face as he did so. “It’s quite nice, isn’t?” he asked. “It matches the color of my eyes, and what more, it’s there when I change into a totem as well. I didn’t know that witchmarks were like that! How great is that?!”

When Pygmalion looked at the door, Devin looked at the door as well for a moment before he nodded. He didn’t want any interruptions when Pygmalion used his magic on him (something might go wrong and he might become ugly as a consequence which wouldn’t do at all), so he grabbed the nearest chair, closed the door and positioned the chair just so that the employees of the infirmary hopefully wouldn’t be able to open the door anymore or press down on the door handle.

Some people might have been a bit unsure about letting an amnesiac hospital patient use their magic on him; Devin didn’t have any doubts though. Pygmalion was an incredibly skilled mage, judging by his Dubaebo totem, so what could go wrong? So, without further ado, the Mortalborn gave Pygmalion his hands and grazed the tips of his quills, just as he had been told, because he really wanted to get those things fixed. For a moment, the young man who almost never shut up, appeared to be unusually quiet and serious, and then he asked because he couldn’t contain his curiosity entirely, “What now?”
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  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

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Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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On Ashan 1st, 720, Devin drank Perfection In A Bottle. He has a perfect physical build for the rest of the season.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Thu Apr 23, 2020 1:49 pm

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The Dubaebo nodded along as Devin shot his questions, one after another. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES!"

The Dubaebo lifted its leg to weakly scratch behind his ear, as the young man went on to react to his association with Balthazar. Again another rapid fire stream of questions, and again, the Dubaebo answered, "Yes, yes, YES, YES, YES! Yes to all..." Then Devin mentioned the town of Beacon, "Ye... Beacon? Dat where Pygmalion woke from his slumber, not remember anyting. Memory caput." The Dubaebo stared at Devin thoughtfully. He wondered if these events were all connected somehow, their shared link to Balthazar, the forced crossing from... wherever he'd come from, to Beacon? It all seemed a bit too much of a small world moment.

"Ah yes, Rakvald father glad to meet Rakvald's friend." The Dubaebo's lips curled back, but instead of looking like a smile, it resembled a snarl. The Dubaebo shut his lips when he realized it.

He marveled at the witchmark tattoo of Devin. It was far more attractive than his own, from memory. His was just an etched brown and golden boar. "Aye, it good if you like your corruptions and witchmarks. Thankfully, I do." The Dubaebo chuckled, and waved his tentacle forearm in front of his face.

The Dubaebo waited patiently for Devin to close the door and bar it. Then, once he touched his claws to the Dubaebo's spines, the mage went to work. For a moment, the wolf-like creature shut its glowing green eyes. Then, something took hold of Devin's claws, he reached out with the rigors to explore the nature of that flesh that was adhered so haphazardly. He opened his eyes and showed pupils that were like a horizontal line across, like that of a goat.

Normally it took a break or so to establish concentration in order to divine the workings of the flesh. In this case, Rakvald channeled extra ether to expedite the process. He would almost certainly overstep, but he was confident that it would not compromise the quality of his work on Devin. If necessary, he would take on that corruption to himself, in order to shield the younger mage.

Bit after bit went by, and Devin waited more patiently than perhaps he even thought was possible. It was slightly painful, as the Dubaebo did not numb the pain. He only had so much ether to spare in this and wanted to get the function right, as well as the melding of flesh.

He searched Devin's fingertips, trying to discern how it might best meld with the blackened claws, to make them not only an attachment to his hands, but a part of the very thing that made Devin... Devin.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, they began hearing the banging on the door, as the psychologist had apparently arrived with the interpreter. "Ignore dem." the Dubaebo commanded Devin. "Only a moment or two more..."

The Dubaebo growled painfully as he sped up the process, having divined the nature of Devin's flesh from his ability. He felt the tips of his spines shift, exchanging flesh and rigors between Devin's fingers and his keratinous structure. When at last he was done, the Dubaebo crumbled to the ground, exhausted and panting heavily.

Devin would find his nails had been reinforced... Should he chip them in the future, he'd find that they'd grow just as his nails would, and were as sharp as the Dubaebo's spines.

"It is... Done... I must sleep."
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Malformed Flesh

Thick, hairy hide grows on his back, forming discolored patterns in the rough shape of an eye.
Red Swine Eye: A non-seeing, large red pig's eye has grown on Rakvald's left arm.
Talky Hand Puppet : A small mouth grows on the back of Rakvald's thumb, which sometimes mutters his surface thoughts for him.
Bat Boy: Rakvald's face have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken skin around his eyes. (After Cylus 13th 720)
Sinister Grasp: His left arm has turned into a black mass of tentacles in the shape of an arm (After Ashan 65th 720).

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Outdoorsy Clothing and hides and furs.

Witchmarks

Graft: A pig's snout about one or two inches in diameter, growing between his thumb and index finger.
Becoming: A colorful tattoo spread over his chest, of a hog's head with very large tusks.
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Re: The Long Black Arm of Profane Knowledge

Fri Apr 24, 2020 9:18 am

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“Don’t worry about not remembering Beacon. It’s the most boring village on Scalvoris. They don’t have any casinos, they don’t have a brothel, from what I’ve seen, and the tavern that I went to was rather mediocre as well”, Devin remarked in a light-harted tone, his gaze still firmly focused on the Dubaebo, and his eyes still a hint too wide. He was rather fascinated by the fact that Rakvald’s father could talk while he was in an animal totem. He hadn’t known that Becomers could do that. His mentor had never told him. Why had she never told him that something like that was possible?!

Magic was about to happen though, so he didn’t dwell on his frustration about Adeline’s incomplete teaching too much, but focused on what lay ahead (and tried to curb his excitement somewhat). Rakvald’s father had really weird eyes, he noticed, as he looked at the other man (who wasn’t much of a man at the moment, to be honest). But then again, so did he. His eyes looked a little unnatural as well. He loved that though!

Whatever Rakvald’s father did with his hands (he wasn’t familiar with the exact mechanics of Graft, he just knew that it worked) was … unpleasant. It wasn’t as painful as changing into a totem was (that was almost unbearably painful; even after all that time it still felt as if he were being torn apart); in fact, it wasn’t even close to that, but he still felt just a little bit uncomfortable. He didn’t move his hands at all though, but kept them exactly where they were. He didn’t dare to move his hands, lest something went wrong, and he ended up with deformed hands and wouldn’t be able to play his beloved lute anymore – or do anything at all with them.

Instead, he simply gritted his teeth. He never turned his gaze away from Rakvald’s father though. He wanted to see what was happening and how his hands changed. There was a part of him that was incredibly fascinated by that kind of magic, by the fact that magic could change a person in such a way, even though he’d never become a Grafter himself.

Patience had never been his forte. In fact, Devin often wanted to have things right now. This time, he waited though. He didn’t ask Pygmalion how much longer it would take. He didn’t ask if he could have something for the pain that might be getting a little worse either. He didn’t do anything. He just dealt with it because the result would be more than worth it. He hadn’t wanted anything that much since Adeline had initiated him earlier that cycle!

After a while, he could hear someone bang on the door. He didn’t react to it though. He didn’t call out to them, and he didn’t turn his head either. He remained exactly where he was, in exactly the same position that he had been in before because this here was too important. The Dubaebo seemed to be in pain as well, judging by the way that he growled, he observed. He hadn’t known that grafting was painful for the one who did it as well.

And then it was suddenly over, and the Dubaebo crumpled to the ground, breathing rather heavily. Devin just stood there for a moment, blinking, before he raised his hands, inspected them and wiggled his fingers tentatively in order to find out if they still worked properly, which they did. In fact, they were better than before, and his nails seemed to be much stronger now. He breathed a sigh relief. Somewhere between allowing the Dubaebo to use his magic on him and now he’d begun to worry a little, after all, a tiny bit maybe.

A moment later, he abruptly knelt down on the ground next to the Dubaebo in order to check if he was okay, looking concerned. He was just exhausted, from what he could tell though. “Of course”, he remarked as the Dubaebo said that he needed to sleep. “Thank you”, he added, in a genuinely grateful tone of voice because he was just so happy about what he had done for him. It was just then that people began to knock on the door again, more forcefully, and he abruptly rose to his feet again. He should probably remove the chair, he realized with a hint of regret – he’d been looking forward to talking to Rakvald’s father some more.

But alas, it didn’t seem as if they would just stop and go away again, even though he wanted them to (besides, he could always visit Rakvald's father again later on). So, without further ado, he walked over to the door, put the chair away and opened it, only to find himself facing the psychologist and the interpreter. They looked at him (and then they tried to look past him in order to see what the patient was doing, which he didn’t let them, of course). He looked at them, and a moment later, he raised a finger that looked just a bit different now to his lips in order to let them know that they should be quiet.

“The patient needs to sleep”, he whispered as he stepped through the door and gestured for them to follow him. “I’ve talked to him, and I may have some idea as to what’s going on. I can tell you if you are interested. We should leave him be though”, he continued before he closed the door again, as quietly as he could so as to not disturb the Dubaebo’s sleep.

word count: 984

Appearance

  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

Items

Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

Potions

On Ashan 1st, 720, Devin drank Perfection In A Bottle. He has a perfect physical build for the rest of the season.
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