Flair's Eye

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Now, where were we?"

Valyria Ze'Dekiah says, "Blowing out dad's brains, I think."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "I was either going to have half my head eaten, burned or blown out."

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Sohl's advice is fairly solid. This will probably hurt."

You say, "Never a dull moment, at least."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I know my maggots."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I'm in Shallam all day, afterall."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Now I'm Ready."

Flair grins mischievously at Sohl.

Flair braces himself, hands white and clenching the couch.

Amunet narrows her eyes in concentration, staring determinedly at the ruby affixed near the base of the wand in her fingertips. After a moment, the jewel begins to glow with brilliant, blood red light.

Sohl steps next to Flair and reaches out to grip his shoulder the back of his neck firmly, helping to insure he won't writhe or jerk away and injure himself further.

Sohl flashes Flair a joyous smile.

Flair mutters discontentedly.

Amunet presses the tip of the wand gently--almost tenderly--upon Flair's cheek, just below his infected eye. With a single, short utterance, a flash of crimson luminescence overtakes her two human eyes, and a powerful blast of searing flame jets from the tip of the wand, engulfing Flair's eye socket and all within it.

Throwing back his head, Flair screams agonisingly.

Flair jerks against Sohl, trying to cover his face.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "By Babel, womaN, damn!"

Sohl eye's glimmer and his lips split in a macabre grin as the smell of burning flesh mingles fills the room. His muscles flex as he fights to keep the writhing priest still.

Flair laughs uncontrollably.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Sohl, "At least pour a drink down my throat."

Flair cackles hellishly.

Sohl frowns and says to Flair with an urbane accent, "Do I look like your wet nurse?"

Amunet jabs the tip of the wand viciously into the blasting flames, digging slowly and deliberately. "Sit still," she mutters through clenched teeth, her two lower eyes still awash with a sanguineous
glow. "Don't be such a bitch. I'm nearly finished."

Sohl sniggers evilly at Amunet.

You see Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah yell, "The mad yes of the Master see all!"

Throwing back his head, Flair screams agonisingly.

Flair writhes about like a manica, unable to escape Sohl's grasp.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "I'm going to kill you all."

Valyria tries to tiptoe out of the room, hoping not to get noticed.

Fats, a zombie elephant begins to weep for his master.

Flair cackles hellishly.

With a final deft movement, Amunet flips a charred mass of something disgusting from Flair's gaping eye socket, jumping backwards to avoid it as it falls to the floor in the centre of the bar.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "There."

Flair begins to weep uncontrollably.

Amunet says to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "Are there any worms left in there?"

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Good Gods. I've seen Shallamese orphans after a night in Handel's chambers who cried less than you!"

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Suck it up. Be a man."

"Heh heh heh," Flair chuckles.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "I've always hated the green aura."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "That was the red."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "I haven't broken out the green, yet."

Flair gives a pained sigh.

Sohl tilts Flair's head back, ignoring the priest's tears. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he soothes as he reaches out and puts two fingers inside the blackened, smouldering hole that was once his eye. His fingers root probe deftly for a moment before coming out, a piece of charred flesh stuck to his index finger.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "No worms that I can find."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Ugh. Good. Get rid of that? He shouldn't thrash about nearly so much for this next part."

Sohl looks down at the piece of cooked flesh on his finger and pops it into his mouth, chewing with an appreciative grin.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "Mmm, bacon."

Amunet gestures toward the charred mass in the centre of the floor before turning her attention back to the Prophet.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I'm sure this establishment has people for that."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "Not the green. Just leave it like this."

Amunet stares implacably at Flair.

Sohl wipes his hand on his trousers.

Sohl grins mischievously at you.

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Don't be a bitch. This will only take a second. I can't promise it will work, either--healing is certainly not my calling."

Flair grimaces as the horrific ring upon his finger begins to smoulder.

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Do I need to get Sohl to hold you down again?"

Flair gives a pained sigh.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Probably."

Amunet says to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "Would you oblige?"

Sohl tilts his shoulders up in a lazy shrug.

Amunet says to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "Feel free to squeeze beyond what is necessary every time he screams. It's the only way he'll learn to shut up."

Sohl says to Amunet with an urbane accent, "If the man wishes to keep his face like that, I've no qualms."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Sohl, "Do it. I'm a lot of things, but afraid of pain isn't one of them."

Sohl nods his head at Flair.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "It may well stay that way, at any rate--this is a much bigger project than I am used to."

Sohl resumes his previous position and grip, fingers digging tightly into Flair's skin until bruises begin to form.

Amunet closes her eyes, her brow knit in concentration as she grips the wand with a white-knuckled grip. Slowly, the emerald near its centre takes on a soft, viridian incandescence.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Ohh no."

Flair looks upon the wedding ring Imyrr gave him with worry.

Amunet chants quietly, her voice but a hair above a whisper. With each eldritch syllable, the emerald begins to glow more brightly, pulsing with power as Amunet's hands begin to shake.

Flair's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Oh that's a hell of a hat."

Sohl grins mischievously at Flair.

Amunet opens her eyes, revealing a dazzling green aurora that flashes wildly in front of her face. With a quick, deliberate gesture, she aims the wand directly toward Flair's eye socket, and a blast of verdant flame rushes to fill the blackness.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Sohl, "You can let me go, son."

In an effort to appear less unkempt, Sohl tugs lightly on his clothing, attempting to adjust the wrinkles out of it.

Flair stands, leaving his place on a couch with a covering of black leather.

Sohl flashes Flair a joyous smile.

Sohl asks Flair with an urbane accent, "How do you feel?"

Amunet stumbles backward, gasping, as the wand clatters from her hand and the last of the emerald fire leaves her.

Flair rips the eye patch off of his face.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "I feel like my head is about to explode, but that's natural. How do I look?"

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "Hrm, well. It's uh... it's kinda... there are no more maggots."

You say, "Smells cooked."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "Thank you."

Flair tilts back his head and slams a shot of tequila.

Morro Viatrix says, "That smell will probably go away."

Sohl says to Amunet with an urbane accent, "An impressive showing, Demiurge."

Sohl says to Morro with an urbane accent, "We hope. If Lianca gets any hungrier she might eat the Prophet."

"Heh heh heh," Flair chuckles.

Amunet collapses onto the couch, her eyes squeezed tightly closed as an expression of anguish crosses her features.

Morro Viatrix says to Sohl, "What a way to go."

"Hmph!" you snort at Sohl.

Morro Viatrix says to Amunet, "Mum?"

Amunet says exhaustedly to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "Thank you. Working with that particular energy takes a bit out of me."

Flair sits on a couch with a covering of black leather.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "That was nothing short of amazing, considering that's not your speciality."

Amunet says to Morro in a chic, liquored voice, "I'm fine, dear. It will just take a few moments for me to recharge. Thank you."

Amunet tilts her head back and slams a shot of desert absinthe. A befuddled expression crosses her features as she studies the bottom of the glass.

Morro nods her head at Amunet.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Sohl, "And thank you, too."

Sohl bows slightly, his hand on his chest.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "It's always a pleasure to viscerate friends with fire and arcane magic."

"Heh heh heh," Flair chuckles.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Sohl, "That's why I like you."

The corners of Flair's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "I think Amunet took a bit too much pleasure in it."

Flair tilts back his head and slams a shot of tequila.

The corners of Flair's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Amunet opens her eyes to glance at Flair, her pained expression morphing into a scowl as she notices the viscous fluid dripping from his eye socket.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "A minor thing, I assure you."

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "It looks like your eye contracted gonorrhea."

"Heh heh heh," Flair chuckles.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "But I suppose it is better than the worms."

Flair nods his head emphatically.

Sohl says morosely with an urbane accent, "I kind of miss the worms."

Fats, a zombie elephant says, "Me too."

You nod your head at Sohl.

Amunet says to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "I'm sure he will contract more, at some point."

Sohl smiles softly.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I hope so."

You say, "Swamps and bogs will work towards that end, I'm sure."

Flair stands, leaving his place on a couch with a covering of black leather.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Interesting."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Isis wanted me to fix the eye. I nearly went mad with the pain, but she doesn't bother to come see the result. This, is why I drink."

The corners of Flair's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Flair tilts back his head and slams a shot of tequila.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "I hate this part. It's as though my primary attunement is attacking the green--my heart is racing, and there is a sharp, stabbing pain in my head."

Sohl mutters with an urbane accent, "Sounds like . ...gover."

Flair nods his head at Amunet.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "Youh did well though. You could probably teach the green to someone already attuned to it. You could at least get them started."

Amunet nods her head at Flair.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I must take my leave for awhile."

Flair's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Be well, Sohal."

Sohl bows his head slightly in respect to those in the room.

You say to Sohl, "Take care."

Sohl says to Flair with an urbane accent, "You might want to blot that up with a tissue before Isis sees it."

Flair shrugs helplessly.

The corners of Sohl's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "Be well, all."

The body of Amunet Viatrix appears in a flash and her soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Comprehension flashes across Sohl's face.

Sohl flashes Amunet a joyous smile.

Amunet mutters discontentedly.

Sohl says to Amunet with an urbane accent, "Take care Demiurge. I hope you feel better soon."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Thank you. You, too."

Flair shuffles some cards with the image of the Universe out of his deck.

Flair rubs his fingers briskly on a Tarot card.

Flair flings a tarot card at the ground, and it vanishes into the earth in a spark of magic.

Amunet sits on a couch with a covering of black leather.

Sohl leaves to the east.

A shimmering, translucent image rises up before you, its glittering surface displaying the verdant grasslands, soaring mountains, sprawling settlements and deep blue seas of the Achaea mainland.

Flair reaches out and touches the map, and melts effortlessly into the image.
Flair leaves to the ether.
He is followed by Fats, a zombie elephant, an ebony pegasus, a simpering Sycophant, a sharp-toothed gremlin, a chaos orb, a bloodleech, an ethereal firelord, a minion of chaos, a worm, a green slime, a soulmaster, a humbug, a chimera, a bubonis, Flair, a chaos storm, a chaos hound, and a withered crone.