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 His fingers had been replaced by small tentacles, that could stretch and flex, and had suckers on the insides of the fingers.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?"
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Stuff you'll notice about Rakvald/Pygmalion/Jim Barber

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Among the Living

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 (and that of many of his totems) have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken, darkened skin around his eyes.

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.
Hone: The runes he brands flesh with take on a light pink luminescence.
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 …”
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  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black 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?
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Stuff you'll notice about Rakvald/Pygmalion/Jim Barber

Status & Activity

Among the Living

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 (and that of many of his totems) have taken on the nose the fangs, and the furrowed forehead and brows of a bat-like creature. He also has sunken, darkened skin around his eyes.

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.
Hone: The runes he brands flesh with take on a light pink luminescence.
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 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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