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Twilight Drifter
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it is a shared dream, one that should not be remembered, a memory from too long ago.
'egad how revolting' they know the Jackal, he is first acolyte
the high priestess hiss in her Rachnid way'idiot, you cannot imagine their value '
the underling merely shrugs 'a fused abomination, they have no value, an utterly worthless failure
The King of pentacles his gifted them to us, that is their worth.
the jackal sneers in mock subservience 'forgive me but how can a mutated corpse have worth?'
the priestess screeches in fury'a corpse?! they cannot die you fool!'
'And yet I am watching it happen, good riddance I say.' spoke the jackal looking at the misshapen creature in disgusted
No! you will keep them alive!
the acolyte shakes his head 'it can't be done'
the high priestess takes a moment to calm down before responding to her defiant minion, here scratchy voice filled with an malicious edge
'I don't think you understand how . . . disappointed Midas will be to hear that'
understand washes over the jackals face and he groans before admitting his next statement
'perhaps I can sacrifice the others to save one or two . . .'
'you will save all five.' the high priestess demands
'I don't have enough flesh!'The acolyte tries to explain
but his superior will not hear it.Consider this a test Aebin, show me you are worth all the time I invested in you and save these wretched creatures, all of them.
the Jackal grinds his teeth but holds his tongue as the golden scorpion leaves.
do the wretched creatures survive?
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