Fatal Operations

[Zhokril]

You tell Heiqen 'You spoke of patients, before... being a doctor and all, did you not?'

Heiqen tells you 'Zat I did, ja.'

You tell someone 'I was wondering... if you had... any disposable ones.'

Heiqen tells you 'Patients zat I can be, rid of?'

You tell Heiqen 'To an extent.'

Heiqen tells you 'Vhere can I find you?'

You tell Heiqen 'Well, is that a yes?'

Heiqen tells you 'Zat is indeed.'

You tell Heiqen 'Three will suffice.'

Heiqen tells you 'Hmm, I have von with me right now.'

Heiqen tells you 'Ze others, can be arranged.'

You tell Heiqen 'I will leave you to your devices in bringing the other three.'

You tell someone 'Have you the location of the Music House?'

Heiqen tells you 'Ja.'

You tell Heiqen 'I have prepared something.'

A Long, Dim Hall

This hallway is broad and eerily decorated. Candle stands are

located every so many feet from one another, all of which are built

of warped, black iron. Their orange wax candles cast a leering light

against the sculptures built into the walls; outreaching arms tipped

with hands with too few, or too many fingers, open mouths ornate with

crooked teeth that lead into dark tunnels into the house's walls,

wide innocent eyes. The grain of the wood is dark and laminated with

a thick oily substance, yet the smell of oak, cedar, and even pine

stands on the still comfortable humidity. Two glass doors allow a

little more light in at the far west end of the hall.

[Exits: north east west]

A large copper treasure chest sits near the wall.

Heiqen flies in.

A halfling mercenary walks in.

Heiqen takes a long, flowing bow. When he stands upright, he whaps the halfling on the back of the head.

A halfling mercenary takes a very nervous bow.

You grin evilly.

'Good morning, ja, albeit an early one.' Heiqen says.

Heiqen shoots the halfling an icy glance.

Scorvale motions to the six tables, three of them filled with squirming patrons.

A halfling mercenary says 'G-good morning.'

Heiqen smiles politely. 'Zhere is a good munchkin.' he says.

Heiqen glances back at you. 'To vot do I owe zis pleasure?'

You grin evilly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Think of it as a bonus for being interested.'

Heiqen nods gently, clasping his hands together.

Scorvale looks about the room, a grin on her face.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' This will be new to me.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I am not so experienced in the ways of torture, my work tends to be quick.'

Holding a hand out to pause you, Heiqen asks, 'May I interrupt a moment, mistress?'

You nod.

Heiqen turns to face the halfling. 'I vant you to bow in front of your new mistress. You vill tell her how glad you are to be

her slave.' he says, forcefully.

A halfling mercenary glances first at Heiqen, and then at you, looking quite nervous.

You wait patiently.

A halfling mercenary takes a couple of steps towards you.

You raise your eyebrow at a halfling mercenary.

Heiqen yells, 'Did I say you could approach her?!'

A halfling mercenary takes a couple of hurried steps backwards, looking quite scared.

Heiqen shoots you a quick grin.

You snicker softly.

Scorvale yawns, 'Maybe he shall... be last.'

A halfling mercenary says nervously, 'I am g-glad to be your s-s-slave, M-mistress.'

You nod at a halfling mercenary.

You pat a halfling mercenary on his head.

Scorvale looks at the three empty tables.

You bite your lip contemplatively.

Heiqen says 'Torture, you say, ja?'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' The straps have been completed and ready to... restrain...'

A halfling mercenary begins to whimper quietly.

Scorvale looks at Heiqen, 'You may strap your patient to one of the tables.'

'With pleasure.' Heiqen says, a coy smile forming at his lips.

Without looking, Heiqen points at the halfling. 'You. Onto ze table, now.' he commands.

A halfling mercenary mooches across to the left-most table, and clambers ontop of it, shaking and sobbing all the time.

Scorvale walks about the room, running a smooth hand along the foreheads of the other three incapacitated creatures.

She moves first to a nymph, with tears running down her face, then to a small man, struggling all the while, and thirdly to a

docile slith. Scorvale grins wickedly.

Heiqen takes a couple of steps towards the table, making various 'Mmm' and 'Ahh' sounds as he deftly straps the small

creature to the table.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Yes, they have been waiting as well.'

You bite your lip contemplatively.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Ahh! Mustn't forget.'

Scorvale pulls a delicate music box out of a pocket in her robe.

Heiqen takes a step back, looking at the helpless halfling. He folds his arm, evidently proud of a job well done. 'There.' he

says.

Scorvale looks at the box from a couple of different angles, 'Ah, there it is,' and turns a knob about two full twists.

Heiqen turns to face you and the box, looking with interest.

Heiqen says 'Zis is ze music box, ja?'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Yes.'

Heiqen says 'Ze von that vill, record ze screams?'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' It will record the screams.'

A halfling mercenary struggles against his binds, but to no avail.

Scorvale looks over at the small man, who continues to struggle.

You snicker softly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Don't you love it?'

Heiqen chuckles politely.

Scorvale sways her head from side to side, listening to the faint sound of the grand music box upstairs, playing a toy-like

melody.

Heiqen says 'It is like a veddy crude operating theatre. Vot is not to love?'

Scorvale grins, 'La-di-da-di-dum,' as she walks over to the small man.

Heiqen says 'Of course, ve must use new, sterile scalpels for operating ja.'

Heiqen gets an apron from a sturdy backpack.

Heiqen sharpens a handful of shurikens.

Heiqen hands over a shuriken to you. 'Vould you wish one?' he asks.

Scorvale puts a stern finger up, looking at Heiqen, 'We can both work, we have enough patients.'

Scorvale waves the blade away, 'I have my own devices.'

You nod at Heiqen.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' How many would you like? Just the one you've provided?'

Heiqen clasps his hands together one more time, cracking the knuckles on each hand.

Heiqen says 'Zat will suffice. I like to take my time.'

ou bite your lip contemplatively.

'Make it count, you know?' Heiqen says.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I will see if I can stand it.'

You grin evilly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Begin.'

Scorvale places her music box on one of the empty tables.

Heiqen leans over the table withe halfling on it. 'You vill feel a slight sting in ze leg. Zis is completely normal, ja?'

A halfling mercenary nods, tears streaming down his face.

Heiqen takes a step forward towards the table, and swings a shuriken down right into the left thigh of the halfling.

A halfling mercenary screams, 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

You snicker softly.

Heiqen begins humming to himself, 'La... di-di-da...' as he wrenches the shuriken across his leg, slicing it clean open to

expose a large wound.

A halfling mercenary begins hyperventilating, screaming in absolute agony as the doctor carries out his work.

Scorvale looks on with rapt amusement.

Heiqen rubs his chin. 'Mmmm, something is missing.' he muses, watching the screaming halfling.

Heiqen gets flaming arrows from a sturdy backpack.

Scorvale claps her hands, giggling,' Oh, this will be fun! Continue!'

Heiqen takes the flaming arrow in his hand, and places it inside the wound, searing the raw flesh.

A halfling mercenary screams 'AHHHHHHHHHHH! S-STOAHHHHHHHH!'

Heiqen shakes his head, emiting a mock sigh. 'Zis vill not do. Now his leg is all burned.' he says.

Scorvale grins, 'Best to cauterize it quickly. He cannot expire until due time.'

Heiqen nods genlty. 'Do not vorry.'

Scorvale looks at the music box, and nods her head, looking at the turning pieces inside.

Heiqen holds down the shuriken in his left hand, and with a sharp tug of the right, pulls off the skinny leg of the halfling

clean away!

A halfling mercenary collapses from the pain, remaining motionless.

Heiqen says 'He vill be quite fine.'

Scorvale sighs, twirling her straight hair with the tip of her finger.

You nod.

Scorvale claps her hands, giggling,' My turn!'

Scorvale conjures a small bolt of fire, and looks down at the small man, who looks furious.

Heiqen takes a couple of steps back, watching with keen interest.

The small man looks up at Scorvale, and yells, 'What are you gonna do you crazy bitch?!' just as she pushes her hand down

onto his forehead, searing him.

You grin evilly.

Scorvale looks at the bleeding, seething forehead as the man struggles and screams.

Heiqen doesn't bat an eyelid, as he assumes an erect position by the side of the table.

Scorvale lets go for just a moment, and looks at the man, 'Okay, should I let you go now?'

The small man pants and sighs, and manages to growl something inaudible before Scorvale delves her fingers deep into the

man's eyes, eliciting a blood-curdling scream.

You cackle gleefully.

A halfling mercenary begins to stir, rolling over and moaning incoherently.

'Please excuse me mistress.' Heiqen says.

You nod at Heiqen.

Heiqen turns to the other bed, and slaps the halfling on the side of the head, before turning back to the table with the man

on.

You chortle mischieviously at Heiqen.

Heiqen says 'You seem to be a natural.'

Scorvale grins widely, and excitedly jumps onto the table the bleeding, seared man lies on.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Are you done?'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Ready to be polite?'

Scorvale looks at the small man, who begins to whimper, very humbled, 'Please...*ugh* please...'

Scorvale nods, 'Yes, yes. I will help you.'

Scorvale places the palm of her hand on the mans chest.

Heiqen takes a small bag from his belt, and rattles it - it sounds like it's full of some chalky substance.

Scorvale looks over at an awkward angle to Heiqen, 'That box is still turning?'

Heiqen nods gently.

'If ze halfling should stir, I vecommend zis powder be placed in ze eyes.' Heiqen says.

Heiqen plonks the bag down onto the table next to the box.

Scorvale grins, 'Let us see what you can stand!' and her hand lights up with fire, quickly burning away the clothes of the

small man.

Heiqen says 'I must feed, quickly, ja.'

You nod.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Do so.'

Heiqen walks north.

A halfling mercenary walks north.

Scorvale increases the intensity of the fire, and the mans chest starts to bubble, followed by an, 'AAAAAGHGHGGHGGH', then a

small burbling.

Heiqen walks in.

Heiqen takes a bow, before addressing the room with his gaze.

Scorvale looks at Heiqen, then down to the seared through chest of the man, 'You missed it.'

'I think I am not ze only von missing something.' Heiqen comments, pointing at the chest cavity.

You wink suggestively at Heiqen.

Heiqen says 'Zer vas an incident outside with ze halfling.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I hope I haven't destroyed him too quickly...'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Heiqen says 'He followed me, ja. Perhaps ze bonds vere loose.'

Heiqen says 'As I was feeding, ze pyromaniac burned him alive.'

You snicker softly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' A fitting fate.'

You roll your eyes in disgust.

Heiqen shrugs his shoulders. 'Von less munchkin to worry about, ja?' he says, evidently not bothered.

Scorvale hops off the table and walks over to Heiqen, still bobbing her head back and forth, 'Come, share in my slith.'

Heiqen turns his attention back to the tables.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' He is yours.'

Heiqen chirps quickly, 'Ours.'

You grin evilly at him.

Heiqen beckons you over to the table. 'Come, let me show you something?'

Scorvale follows alongside.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Heiqen grabs the slith on the third table by the neck, squeezing tightly. 'Ve must first make sure he is under anaesthetic,

ja.'

Scorvale frowns slightly, 'How will he know to scream?'

A few moments later, he releases his grasp on the unconscious slith. Heiqen then turns to face you. 'Do not vorry, he vill

avaken at ze critical point.'

You giggle.

Heiqen grins. 'I have done zis plenty of times.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' And what is your plan?'

Like a master at work, Heiqen suddenly looks all professional, adjusting all manner of needles and scalpels on his belt.

Speaking matter-of-factly, he says, 'First, I vill create an incision on ze chest.'

Scorvale glances back towards the music box, squinting at it, briefly.

Heiqen quickly takes a scalpel from his belt, and deftly slices a clean cut right down the centre of the chest. He curls the

scalpel around, and slices horizontally across the stomach, creating a 'T'.

Scorvale nods, looking in.

Scorvale walks over to the head of the slith, looking down the table.

Heiqen peels back the skin at the junction, revealing the chest.

Heiqen says 'You see zis part of ze body here?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'I do.'

'Ze chest, vere ze skin has been revealed? Shock it.' Heiqen says, his mouth forming a grin.

Heiqen says 'Ze big bolt of lightning.'

Scorvale grins widely, as she raises her previously lowered hands up to reveal lightning lit finger tips, 'You read my mind.'

Scorvale twiddles her fingers back and forth, conjuring a source of power from them, and aims it directly at the center of

the chest.

Heiqen watches as the slith jolts on the table, shaking violently, before frothing at the mouth, suddenly regaining

consciousness.

'AIIIEEEE!' the slith screams, spitting a spray of froth and saliva all over Heiqen and you.

Scorvale growls, and intensifies the electricity.

Scorvale says through the static in the air, 'HE WILL NOT DIE UNTIL I RELEASE HIM!'

The slith begins to shake more violently against his binds, his hands and feet beginning to pale under the strain. Heiqen

watches with glee.

'Careful, you are veddy close to killing him.' Heiqen notes.

Scorvale does not relent, but lightens on the power, 'Find your way to intensify it!'

You grin evilly at him.

Scorvale looks at the slith directly in the eyes, as they roll up into his head, 'You will not perish, just yet.'

You grin evilly.

Heiqen grins, glancing momentarily at the music box, and then back at the slith.

The slith screams once more, still shaking, 'AIIIIIEEEEEEE!', drowning out the sound of Heiqen's excited, heavy breathing.

Scorvale lets go of the lightning and quickly chanting a spell, slams her hand onto the face of the slith, freezing it solid.

Heiqen claps his hands a couple of times, and exclaims, 'Veddy good!'

Scorvale steps back, a bit off balance.

Scorvale grabs her staff from against the wall, and smashes the frozen head off of its body, for good measure.

Scorvale nods to herself, a job well done.

A butterfly flies in.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You bow your head as you call forth the full power of the arcane.

The ground erupts as a butterfly is caught in a searing beam of arcane light.

Your hellstream === DISINTEGRATES === a butterfly!

A butterfly is DEAD!!

Heiqen blinks, in awe of the display of power.

Scorvale heaves a big invigorated breath.

You nod.

Scorvale pouts, 'Only one more....'

Heiqen smirks.

Heiqen says 'Ze nymph.'

Heiqen says 'How vould you like to approach zis von?'

Scorvale nods at the struggling young nymph, who still has a red nose and teary eyes.

You bite your lip contemplatively.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I do like my methods, and yours are ever so intriguing.'

Heiqen points to the bag on the table.

Heiqen says 'Ve still haven't used this yet.'

Heiqen says 'Tell me, have you ever heard of ze lotus scourge?'

Scorvale rolls her eyes, 'Read a book about it once.'

Heiqen wanders over to the bag on the table, and picks it up carefully.

You grin evilly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' You wish to inject her with poison?'

Shaking his head, Heiqen says, 'Zat vould be too easy.'

Heiqen says 'Be veddy careful about zis stuff. I can handle it fine, but, vell, you vill see ze affects.'

Heiqen walks over to the table where the struggling nymph lay.

You snicker softly.

Scorvale indicates the nymph with both arms, 'By all means.'

He scoops his hand into the bag, and takes out a handful of the blood-red power, bits of it seeping through his hands. 'Just

a bit vill do.' Heiqen says, grinning.

Scorvale opens her mouth to speak, but settles with a grin.

Heiqen turns around to face the table, lowers his hand right over the faeries face... before sprinkling some of the powder

into the left eye of the faerie.

Scorvale takes her favored position at the head of the table.

'AHHHHHH MY AHHHHHHHEEIIIIIIII' the faerie screams, buckling on the table but unable to move! Heiqen says, 'Vatch.'

You nod.

You grin evilly.

Heiqen leans down and points at the eye-socket of the still screaming faerie. 'No eyeball!'

Heh.

The faerie has her mouth wide open, but no sound is coming out, and she swings about like crazy against the restraints.

Heiqen says 'Veddy potent.'

Scorvale perks up, 'Did you have a use for that eye socket?'

Scorvale frowns, 'By the way, she will begin screaming again, correct?'

Heiqen shakes his head, blissfully unaware of the powder still sifting through his slightly open fingers onto the face of the

yet-again screaming faerie.

Heiqen says 'Does zat answer your question?'

You grin evilly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' And the eyes?'

Heiqen glances down, noticing the spilling powder. 'Ooops!'

Heiqen says 'Ze eye has gone.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I have a bit of an idea.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Slap my wrists if it doesn't work.'

'Poof!' Heiqen exclaims, clapping his hands together, the lotus scourge powder lost in the air.

Scorvale pulls out a small beaker and fills it with water.

You nod.

The small faerie on the table stops screaming now, and is sobbing gently. Heiqen says, 'Vot is zat for?'

Scorvale puts her hand under the beaker, quickly warming the solution to a boil, her hand not burned by the heat.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Must be quick!'

Heiqen nods quickly.

Scorvale pours the boiling water into one of the eye sockets, producing a painbringing, agonizing scream,

'AAGHGHGHGHGAAAAAAIIIII' from the nymph.

You cackle gleefully.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Simple and effective.'

You wink suggestively at Heiqen.

Heiqen grins widely, folding his arms.

Heiqen says 'Vell I never.'

Heiqen says 'You never cease to amaze me, ja.'

You wink suggestively at Heiqen.

Scorvale frowns, slapping the gasping nymph on the side of the head, 'She is fading.'

Heiqen looks at the screaming faerie nymph, and nods. 'Allow me.'

You nod at Heiqen.

Heiqen unfolds his arms, and in haste takes a few steps over to the table. He pulls a hypodermic needle from his belt.

Scorvale quickly grabs the music box from the other table and skips back, placing it next to the writhing nymph's head.

Heiqen removes the protective cover of the needle with his mouth, and spits it at the faerie, uncaring. He squeezes a little

of the thin green substance out, and then jabs the needle right into the eye socket, squeezing it all out.

'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H!' the faerie-nymph screams at Heiqen as he empties the contents of the

needle into her bloodstream.

Scorvale twitches, almost a wince, then grins wildly.

Heiqen glances at you. 'Zis vill keep her awake. A fast-acting stimulant.' he says.

Scorvale spreads her arms wide, 'Brilliant doctor!'

Heiqen turns back, and removes the needle. The nymph continues to scream, her voice strained.

Scorvale quickly moves to one of the nymph's legs, not wasting time to freeze it over.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' It is immobile and rigid, but not unfeeling.'

Scorvale takes her cane and bashes the leg off, shattering it about the floor aside the table.

Heiqen throws his empty needle onto the ground, and takes the bag of lotus scourge powder from the bedside. 'I must keep a

tight reign on zis.'

Heiqen chuckles, looking at the shattered, frozen leg pieces.

Scorvale cackles wildly as the nymph screams, wailing back and forth swinging a stub about, 'NYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH'

'Enough!' Heiqen yells. 'Zis is enough to deafen anybody!'

Heiqen takes a couple of hasty steps over to the bed, and rams his scalpel straight into the heart of the faerie!

You snicker softly.

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' Yes, you are released.'

A final faint scream leaves the nymph's mouth, before she ceases to live. Heiqen nods.

Heiqen rubs his ears, looking quite perturbed.

Scorvale looks at the young nymph, quite dead and a mess, 'This has been well.'

Heiqen says 'A doctor with damaged hearing? Ze medical board vill not be impressed.'

Heiqen glances up at you. 'Ja, I vould say so.'

Scorvale speaks eloquently, tantalizingly,' I'm sure they'll find it somewhere to forgive it.'

You nod at Heiqen.

Heiqen nods at you in agreement.

Scorvale looks about the room, bodies in ruin, 'This... was most fun.'

Heiqen says 'Is zat all zhen, mistress?'

'All in a days work.' Heiqen says.

Scorvale bites her lip, 'Yes, you are a good doctor. That is all.'

Heiqen grins widely.

Heiqen says 'Until next time, mistress.'

Heiqen takes a long bow.

Heiqen walks north.

--A short while later--

[Hourglass](Veteran) Scorvale: 'Some days are just... more refreshing than others.'

[Hourglass](Trusted) Ixivlik: 'Hrm?'

[Hourglass](Veteran) Scorvale: 'Oh... nevermind.'

[Hourglass](Trusted) Ixivlik: 'I am curious, why you say such?'

Scorvale grabs her music box, grins at it slightly, and pockets it, 'Perfect.'

[Hourglass](Veteran) Scorvale: 'No reason.'