Role

Chapter 3

Gemmurra climbed the grassy hill and witnessed the young conjuress
sitting with her imp with her back turned. Nodding, Gemmurra hobbled
over to the young human, clutching his cultist robes to her own
frame.

Glancing at the mage, Gemmurra noted she was in poor shape. She
was listlessly staring off into the swaying ocean of grass, and
whispering incoherently as she ws lost in an opium induced dream.
Her calf muscle was bleeding and oozing pus and maggots, which her
imp eagerly lapped up.

Kneeling down, the voice of Scarab paused, and then simply died.
The breeze picked up, and disturbed her robes, revealing the
duergar's body underneath. Immediately the duo of Jenno and her
imp moved as one, turning suddenly and leaping upon the fallen
corpse. Devouring flesh, mana, clothing. Like a pair of wolves
they were ravenous as they defiled the corpse.

Later, her leg mended from the feast, Jenno hurried to move toward
the city of Tir-Talath. Thanks to the sacrifice of Gemmurra's mana,
Jenno finally had enough strength to rejoin civilization.