Blessed rains
Never thought Iâd miss the rain from Mourningdale. Brimstone Sands, a demonâs blessing on it. An alchemist heaven, they said. Sulfur by the armful, they said, just go you to the Pools of Orcus and pluck it off the ground!
Well I went and saw- I d...
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Never thought Iâd miss the rain from Mourningdale. Brimstone Sands, a demonâs blessing on it. An alchemist heaven, they said. Sulfur by the armful, they said, just go you to the Pools of Orcus and pluck it off the ground!
Well I went and saw- I donât know what. Twenty feet tall, shaped like a man, but hunched over with knives for fingers. Slimy green branches for hair, and clumps of eyeballs bunched together like grapes! And it talks, with a beak too small for its head. âMeat,â it said.
Well that was it for me. I roared and swung at it with my pickaxe, bashed its eyeball stalk into a bloody paste. It screamed, and I ran. As Iâll run all the way back to the blessed rains of Mourningdale.
