Lord of the Ensonmmark
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Lord of the Ensonmmark[1] is the third and last book from the Trilogy of the Two Clerics series by Sir Julius Renaut (published in Mordent, Richemulot, Dementlieu, and Martira Bay. Banned in Borca, Hazlan and Nova Vaasa for heresy, public insult of Divine Lord Hazlik, and and references to the "By The Lawgiver's Holy And Powerful Decree Best Forgotten And Lost Realm Of Unholiness Named Bluetspur, May It Be Lost In The Mists Forever)
An excerpt from described an encounter with a carrion crawler, showed below:
We were dragged by those horrible, dessiccated corpses, to a great room with a circular pit in the middle. The air was full with the smell of death, and I and Silvana started praying aloud for the mercy of our two godesses. Then we saw him.
Tomtadet, the dreaded Tomtadet, was standing there, on the edge of the pit. He laughed at us, dragged in chains before him, and opened his purple silk cape, as if greeting us. He showed us a tattoo on his bare back. "This, my arch-enemies, is my new tattoo. This tattoo is called "Victory". I think you can guess why I had it made as soon as my servants captured the two of you alive." He laughed again. We could not reply, since a gag was in our mouths, clearly to prevent our spellcasting.
Tomtadet grasped my hair and made me look in the pit. Three aberrations of nature were in there, three monster so horrible I could not even describe them now. They were part centipede, part caterpillar, part snail... With tentacles near mouths filled with pointed teeth... Slithering on the bottom of the pit, slowly but voraciously consuming the body of young Artu, the Rashemani guide that accompanied us in Ramulai.
"These" the desplicable wizard continued "are creations of great magick, granted to me by His Most Great Stupidity Hazlik... A gift for someone who is now his greatest enemy! Hah!" He laughed again, his voice booming in the cellar.
I prayed Hala he didn't suspect our plan...
Another excerpt revealed that the Tomtadet was controlled by a cerebral leech: Tomtadet was dead. Silvana was barely standing, and my arm was severely burned. We were victorious, by Hala and Ezra's twin blessings.
It was then: I saw it. Slowly crawling out of the dead wizard's neck, was a small creature, similiar to a worm ora a leech, colored of a reddish purple, slithering as if possessing an innate intelligence. As it moved toward me, I could feel a voice in the back of my head: it was the creature, begging to be pick up and placed on my own neck!
The horrible creature ended its pathetic life under my boots. Was it the source of much of Tomtadet powers?
References
- ↑ Based on descriptive text from John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (contributed by Jakob), from posts on the Fraternity of Shadows message board.
