Guard Inspector Johres had to pull himself out of the building, dry heaving in a vain attempt to clear the sll from his lungs. The overwhelming stench of copper and shit fills the air inside the old dockside warehouse. Once the hideout for a violent gang hiding under the radar of anyone with the power to get rid of them, now just an empty building filled with gore and horror.
The guard had been called that morning, when a civilian had notified them that a tall woman with the obvious tattoos of a summoner stord through the streets with a look of cold fury. This normally would have been brushed off as soone pissing off their wife or friend or whatever, but when a second call ca in fifteen minutes later that the sa woman had broken down the door of an old warehouse and soone inside was screaming in terror, that raised so alarms.
When they arrived on the scene, it looked like sothing from a nightmare. Blood coated every visible surface, small chunks of flesh and organs stuck to the damn roof. Bones embedded into walls, and pieces of basic magical gear absolutely shredded into dust and fragnted tal. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that they had been caught in a millstone and then pasted onto the walls, there was just that little left intact. It took hours of searching to find any parts large enough to identify as a person's remains, and the results from his Basic Autopsy skill weren't reassuring, but that was only after they swept the building.
It was like that everywhere. Just bits of gore, bone, and tal everywhere. On every surface, every wall, every door. It was like a whirlwind of blades and trees blew through the warehouse and the people.
An annihilated wooden hatch in the floor gave them a new direction, and they entered with no small amount of trepidation. The pattern continued down the stone hallway, the familiar patterns of noise suppression enchantnts lining the walls beneath the horror. So of the rookies vomited behind him, adding to the already disgusting scene, but he himself was too hopped up on adrenaline and his Battle Focus skill to be bothered by it all… for now.
From sowhere down the blood-slicked hallway, tortured sobs could be heard, and it's not long before they co across a door that's cracked open. Within is soone who can only be the woman the reports were about, being at least seven feet tall with stormy gray wings and a thick reptilian tail, dressed in a sohow spotless black corset dress embroidered with scales.
Despite the strangely clean and damp room, the stench is unbearable to the inspector. He has to wait outside the room as the others enter and question the three won inside. He continues down the hallway, finding only one more room to sweep, but it's the worst by far. The head of a massive orc sits impaled against the far wall, resting on a javelin made of transparent orange crystal. What little remains of the corpse is neatly sorted into a tidy row beneath the gory trophy. A chanical fist that obviously once belonged to the orc sits on a nearby crate, and fragnts of tal and what looks like a chair are embedded into the solid stone walls.
He can't hold back this ti, vomiting into an empty crate. Basic Autopsy fires up again with grim results.
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Var'gish [Deceased]: The remains of the orc Var'gish. Cause of death: Nurous lacerations, heart punctured, lungs punctured, disemboweled, decapitated. Strong magical residue.
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The Inspector shivers. Normally, most corpses only have one or two causes of death due to the requirent of being inflicted within monts of death. To have this many… it speaks of sothing with a bone to pick. And despite it being his job, he's not sure if he wants to know how.
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