Father of Monstrosity L

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Jakob had spent the past few weeks combing through the catacombs for secrets, but had thus far co up empty-handed. Heskel had aided his search a few days, but was more than often out on quests with Ciana, which, for reasons that he himself could not explain, made him jealous.

Have I beco so perverted by the demons with whom I cavort, that I now too exhibit their vices like the symptoms of so illness plaguing my soul?

The Wight and Elphin had spent a lot of ti together since they had t, but perhaps it was less about Jakob and more to do with the fact that Heskel had been brought up on Grandfathers incessant rants about the splendour of Elphin and how rare they were.

Though, Jakob was a victim of Grandfathers brainwashing too. Even now, there were many perspectives on things that he wondered were truly his own or leftover remnants of his ntors teachings.

Bla not the beast, was his most favoured saying, and yet, perhaps it was a shield by which he himself had hidden from accusation of cowardice in fearing the end that all mortal n face. Certainly, one should not bla a pig for wallowing in filth, but one ought to bla a man as brilliant as Grandfather for his manifold shortcomings.

He had a pause as he leant back from his unearthing of yet another skeleton behind what had seed a plausible entrance to so deeper tunnels.

Why do I seek to find his old laboratoriums? What boon will past knowledge he left behind have for ? After all, those remnant shreds of knowledge they had found near Hekkenfelt had been like childs play to what Jakob already knew.

Jakob wiped his hands of the grave-dirt on his spongey apron.

This is a waste of ti

Another realisation hit him, one which was obvious, given the revelations he had about his forr Master.

The knowledge that I will benefit from is all within his desne. In the bowels of Helmsgarten. In his greedy miserly clutches. In his jealous claws.

With the benefit of hindsight and what Jakob had learnt of the world and of demons since parting from his ntor, he knew that Grandfather was a weak man. Certainly, he had been great once. A man without equal. But now, following his encounter with his own frail mortality, he had broken. He had signed so pact with a Great One and voluntarily interred himself in his laboratorium.

What worth is there in following soone of such a pitiful nature?

Jakob left the catacombs.

As fresh air brushed against his skin, he took off the scent-mask and indulged in a deep breath. The air here was better than that of the tropolis. Hesslik was no bad place to hide out for now. But he had made up his mind. Once six more months had passed and their branches belonged to a millennium tree, they would invoke Nharlla and obtain the power of the Divine straight from its source. Ard with their newfound power, they would return triumphantly to Helmsgarten and wipe the stain of Grandfather from the tropolis, and cannibalise all his hoarded knowledge for themselves.

Jakob drew in another deep breath, his newfound goal filling him with a trendous sense of power. No more would he look to the past. The future was where his aim was locked.

Excuse ? asked a man, suddenly breaking him from his thoughts.

For the act of interrupting his grand scheming, he almost tore the man in half with his newly-modified prosthetic, but he managed to relent.

What is it?

Are you the new Undertaker?

Jakob looked the man up-and-down. He seed the sort that was sowhat well-off, though ultimately inconsequential in the grand sche of Hesslik and its no doubt dreary politicking.

He nodded in response.

Excellent. Yes, excellent We have so many bodies that need burial in our distinguished catacombs, ysee. He fiddled with his lapel as he spoke. Jakob wondered if it was because he was scared or just habitually-nervous.

And you are?

Mayor Selvmon.

Jakob gave him another look up-and-down. For a man who should have been at the top of the citys hierarchy, he certainly did not look like it. Though he wore a suit, it was clearly a hand--down, with many patched holes and a shoddy retrofit for his indulgent figure. Even the servants of Hessliks nobles wore finer clothes

I see, was all he replied.

If you dont mind, Id like to take you to the morgue straight away. Theres a lot of work to be done after all.

Of course.

Excellent. Ysee, Magister Harmlig is already there and he has been complaining about the overflow of bodies.

How many are we talking?

Err, well, close on two-hundred.

Jakob stopped in his tracks. I will go fetch a servant of mine, wait here.

Yes, of course. Excellent.

After ensuring that the branch pieces were stored away safely in the basent of the house they occupied, Jakob brought Wothram with him to the catacombs entrance where he had t the Mayor. It was a peculiar thing, but the Mayor seed not the least perturbed by the visage of Wothram.

The three of them went up and alley and then half-way across a street, where they took yet another turn down an alley and found a large ramp that lead down into the basent of a square slab of a building. As they ca through a large hoistable gate, Jakob realised that the ramp was purpose-made for carts ferrying bodies in-and-out of the basent.

Down in the basent, the Mayor clumsily introduced Jakob to the Magister by the na of Harmlig.

The Magister was perhaps ten years Jakobs senior, but it was hard to tell, given the fact that so malign illness had ravaged half his face and seemingly paralysed his right arm. His hair was a potent black mane and his one good eye had a blue iris with specs of brown. The rest of his face looked like the aftermath of a chemical burn and the right eye was lted into the skin of the cheek. His nose and mouth seed fine however.

The first thing the man said, was, Do you have another one of those? while pointing to Jakobs mask.

I do not.

A sha. Ive been using wax plugs in my nose, but they dont seem to truly keep out the stench. Its rather foul.

Not to worry! Ysee. This man here is Magister

Goddard, Jakob said.

A new Undertaker? Harmlig asked.

Yes, indeed.

About ti, he scolded the Mayor. Took you long enough to replace the last guy!

Mayor Selvmon, rather than defend his pride, lowered his head in apology.

Harmlig gave Jakob an appraising look. Youre not just an Undertaker are you?

Jakob looked to the Mayor, who seed to realise he was no longer wanted and made his escape with hasty steps back up the basent ramp.

After the Mayor had left, Jakob replied, My forte is Summoning and Fleshcrafting.

He was unsure why he felt a desire to confide in the Magister, but perhaps it was because he sensed a kindred spirit in the man, or maybe it was a recklessness borne from the confidence he felt in his newfound goal of usurping his Master.

Summoning, huh?

Jakob nodded.

And your servant there, am I right in assessing that it was made from bones?

Human bones, Jakob replied, as if the distinction was important.

Harmlig laughed. It has been a while since I t a Magister with so actual guts.

It is all for the pursuit of knowledge, Jakob replied.

The Magister fixed him with a solid stare of his good eye. We may have more in common than I thought.

Jakob let out a vent of spent vapour, then said, If you tell what your setup is for, then I will craft you a mask. He indicated the piles of bodies that surrounded the few workstations in the basent. After all, materials are plentiful here.

Harmlig grinned in response. Truth be told, I am mostly numb to the stench by now, but I will not decline the offer. I am a Magister of Pathogens. My study here is of the flea-borne parasitic typhoid. Hesslik has been hit rather hard by it, and Lord Karsten of the rchants Guild in the capital hired to find a cure.

Is there a cure? Jakob asked sincerely.

Of course, though it depends on the individual. For now, it is on a treatnt basis, but I plan to construct a proactive solution.

Jakob looked at the strange setup of lenses and a telescope mounted horizontally. It brought to mind the zoom lens glass that Pernille had gifted him with.

And to that end, you use these scopes?

Harmlig did not reply, but instead took two wafers of almost-perfectly-clear glass that were sandwiched together, then put them below the horizontal telescope and indicated for Jakob to look through the lenses that were situated in eye-height. He had to stoop slightly to into them, but then he saw a blurry image of things squirming around. They looked like beans with long tentacle-like feelers.

Is that?

You are looking at the parasites that cause the typhoid.

Fascinating.