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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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Valetni comes trotting up, sack of soiled clothes in hand.

He takes one look at Mary and blanches. "What on earth...Child, You're covered in vomit!" He wrinkles his nose as the smell reaches him. "Get out of that filthy thing immediately. And don't forget to at least wipe wipe your feet before coming in this time! I swear, if I have to wash one more set of tracks out of that carpet young lady!" Alone of all the inhabitants of the Monastery, Valetni is mostly immune to her charms. Mostly.
 
The demon doesn't even blink, swatting the scabbard aside with its free hand. "Hmph. If that's your current best, I'm bored of you now." In a flash it rushes forwards faster than Brother Al's onlooking eyes can see, its blade halfway through Zato's side before any blood even gushes from the wound. Leaned in close, it whispers to Zato in his own voice. "You're going to bleed to death here, just as young Mary is once I strip her skin off her inch by inch. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me." As if to punctuate its sharp point it gives the blade a harsh twist, gripping it as it prepares to rip out his side along with it.
 
Zato rammed his own blade through the demon's skull, then rammed it away with a heel palm. As the demon's body landed, he drew the blade from his belly, a spurt of blood coming out.
"Try it, monster." He rammed the demon's own sword into its heart.
 
chastised Mary pouts at Brother Valetni as she takes the clean habit from the Huge man.

She quickly discards her soiled clothes, Her pale skin reflecting the fiery sunset as she slips her slim figure into the oversized habit, it's far too long for her, the bottom drags along the floor as her arms disappear up the sleeves.

She bunches up the robes and holds them out in front of her so she can walk, she waddles awkwardly over to the monks.

"But Brother Valetni it's too big to move in..."
 
Once he stabbed it, Zato sat down, collapsing. He took one of his sashes and tied it around his stump, making a tourniquete.
"Brother Kosarro.... did you find any bandages?"
 
"Hold out your arms." Valneti patiently instructs, removing a needle and thread from inside his robes. "I'll take in the sleeves for you."
 
Mary 'Hmmphs' as she holds out her arms to the Monk, the large sleeves quickly slipping back to reveal her skinny arms beneath.

"What about the me sized habits Brother Valetni? where are they?"
 
"Our giant friend forgot to bring them." Valneti explains, not unkindly. Quickly working the needle and thread he takes in the cuffs so that they only barely fall past her metacarpals.

"There, is that better?"
 
Korsarro shakes his head quickly "Nope. The closest I got was meat bandages" He looks down at the gravely wounded knight who may die. "I uhh... Really don't know what I was thinking with that one but" He lifts Zatos arm high "I saved this for ya" Korsarro grins happily
 
"If that's my arm, I doubt it can serve me much further" Zato said, trying to keep pressure on his stomach.
"You can keep it, you have use for flesh and such things"
 
Mary looks at her arms curiously

she flaps them up and down repeatedly, a mischievous smile appears on her face...

apparently pleased with the habit she pulls up the hood and begins to run around in the fading sunlight sprinting up behind the monks near her and screaming "WOO WOO I'M A GHOSTIE!" at the top of her little voice.
 
Valetni watches Mary run around in the fields, a sight that manages to bring a smile to his face. A smile that doesn't come at the thought of exterminating or cleaning, for once. He quickly looks away, lest he be mistaken for one of those perverts that harbors sexual desire towards those under the age of majority. As he does so, his thoughts drift back towards his poison filled shack. In order to clean, he needed his supplies, and to get his supplies he needed to enter the shack. To safely enter the shack he needed to know if there was still poison present in the air, and to determine if there is poison in the air he needed...ducks.
 
Brother Nerrik walks along behind brother Valetni describing to Arngeirr how bumblebees, luchadors, and gentlemen are all basically the same.
 
Korsarro punched the air happily, the limb flopping around in his grip "YEEESSSSSSSSS, fresh flesh, my favourite." Korsarro looked to Zato "Do you want like... a new coat? Boots? Maybe some elbow guards? If you have no need I might be able to replace that giants boots. Or maybe one of them.. He was rather large" Korsarros mind rushed with possibilities at the idea of having raw human skin to work with.
 
Arngeirr is overwhelmed by Mary's ghastly assault and stumbles back. "AH! Brother monks! An apparition has found us!" he exclaims, his huge muscles flexing menacingly, making him appear to be even more huge than he really was; and he was certainly huge.
 
The bundle of cloth and girl waddles closer to the mountain of muscle

it extends a single arm and prods at the mans leg

"WOO!"

It runs off yet again, swooping in large circles across the garden's lawn.
 
Arngeirr springs back, huge arms swinging wide in fright, before dropping low into a proper gentleman's fighting stance. "Have at ye, specter!" he says, "I'm going to get you!" With that he sets off, chasing Mary across the meadow.
 
Mary runs about giggling to herself as the Large man chases her

"WoooWOOOWooo-snrk-*giggle*woo"

jumping up and down and flapping her habit's robes as she pretends to swoop and fly
 
"Here I come!" Arngeirr bellows and pounces on Mary, taking hold of her in his huge hands and lifting her into the air. He spins in place, the girl soaring through the air as if in flight.
 
"WHA-bu-hu-Hahaha"

Mary let's out a excited squeal as the Muscular man carries her through the air.

"WOOOOOooooOOOOOO" she screams

"Ghostie Ghostie Ghostie"

she chants over and over, giggling as the red sky lights up the beautiful garden around them
 
Korsarro looks around, wondering if anything other than clothing could be used as a bandage, realising that his own leather garments would make poor bandages. He looks to the wounded knight, pondering whether the wounds upon him were truly there before Korsarro ripped his metal shell from him and began slamming meat into his body. Upon closer inspection. The knight appeared to be covered in blood and... well... meat. That... Would be difficult to explain when he woke up.
 
"What in the name of Buzzia is going on in here?!" At the door stands Wolfram, the blood drained from his faceat the sight of not just an artifact out in the open, but two seperate corpses and seemingly three men on the doorstep of death itself. Moving quickly, he unwraps the thick cloth around his arm before chucking it over the mirror and motioning towards the man pressing meat for some insane reason into wounds. "Go. Go find Brother Blake in the greenhouse. Bring him as quickly a you can."

As the man departs Wolfram turns to the others, angling his arm behind his back. "Now. Someone tell me what is Buzzia's name happened here."
 
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