You ask Alcaro in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Summon a daemon, will you?"

 

Alcaro nods her head emphatically.

 

Alcaro's eyes close and her lips move silently as a Baalzadeen appears.

 

This is perhaps one of the most insidious creatures you have ever laid your mortal eyes upon. As you

examine this profane beast, you are filled with a staggering sense of hopelessness. For a moment you

catch eyes with the extraordinary creature and are terrified, as you do not see your exact

reflection from the glistening ebony surface. Instead you see an image of your body being rent limb

from limb by an unseen force. The beast is completely hairless and wears only a filthy stained

loincloth. Its blood red skin is layered with thousands of long black spines that ooze a nauseating

clear fluid. Occasionally this foul liquid falls from the end of the deadly barbs, which instantly

evaporates into a choking black vapour as it meets the ground. The malefic beast notices your

discomfort and gives you an unsettling smirk of satisfaction. Its lips pull across its teeth

revealing row upon row of razor sharp needles embedded within its massive maw.

 

You tilt your head at a Baalzadeen, rub your chin, and mumble a thoughtful "Hrm."

 

Drawing upon the latent alchemical energies, you sketch out a symbol in the air with your finger in

the shape of two overlapping hexagons.

Directing the energy of copper, you send myriad russet streams towards a Baalzadeen, shattering his

shield.

 

Drawing upon the latent alchemical energies, you sketch out a symbol in the air with your finger in

the shape of two isosceles triangles set base-to-base.

Directing the energy of iron, you engulf a Baalzadeen's body with ashen flames, which burn his skin

with their frigid touch.

As the icy flames claw at a Baalzadeen, frostbite sets in as his body ceases to produce sufficient

warmth to keep alive.

You have slain a Baalzadeen, retrieving the corpse.

 

Zii drags the the corpse of a Baalzadeen across the floor, heaving it up on the

table with no small effort.

 

With a deft twist of her wrist, Alcaro indicates the razor fiend.

 

A small bit of flesh and sinew manages to hold this hideous beast of teeth, claws and fangs together.

It appears to be nothing more than a massive mouth with four clawed feet extending from the bottom

of the jaw. The only thing not covered in a perpetual release of drool are its small circular eyes

attached to the top of its head.

 

Drawing upon the latent alchemical energies, you sketch out a symbol in the air with your finger in

the shape of two isosceles triangles set base-to-base.

Directing the energy of iron, you engulf a razor fiend's body with ashen flames, which burn his skin

with their frigid touch.

As the icy flames claw at a razor fiend, frostbite sets in as his body ceases to produce sufficient

warmth to keep alive.

You have slain a razor fiend, retrieving the corpse.

 

Zii uses his scalpel to slice a piece of flesh from the razor fiend, before doing

the same with the baalzadeen.

 

Zii takes a flask from the table, slicing the baalzadeen's flesh open, letting the

foul ichor drain into the container.

 

You say to Orzaansyn in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "A baalzadeen and razor fiend,

their genetic structures combined into a daemonic homunculus."

 

Alcaro twirls her daegger idly betwixt her fingers, chewing on her lower lip with gusto as she

observes.

 

Malefic Alcaro smiles impishly and says in Mhaldorian, "I feel like a proud grandmother."

 

Orzaansyn says in Mhaldorian in a cold, monotone voice, "I'd prefer that you feel like a proud

Mhaldorian."

 

Alcaro nods her head at Orzaansyn.

 

Zii places the two bits of flesh into a beaker, dropping two drams of a solution in

with them, before adding a few parts of water, placing the mixture on a flame.

 

Malefic Alcaro asks in Mhaldorian, "A Mhaldorian grandmother?"

 

Alcaro shrinks from the implacable gaze of Orzaansyn.

 

Orzaansyn says in Mhaldorian in a cold, monotone voice, "Silence."

 

You say in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Both of you, shut up."

 

You say in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Its very hard to concentrate."

 

Zii adds a different chemical to the vial of blood before placing the stopper on it.

 

Zii holds the vial out to Alcaro, "Shake this until it separates."

 

You say to Orzaansyn in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Hold the baalzadeen's mouth

open, I need it's tongue."

 

Orzaansyn raises her hand to the Baalzadeen and holds its mouth open in a strong grip.

 

Zii climbs over the top of the dead daemon, scalpel in hand as he literally dives

into the beast's jowels, grabbing its massive tongue and slicing it away from the meat.

 

Zii rolls out of the daemons mouth and onto his feet, covered in slime and spit.

 

You say in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Quite.."

 

Zii whips the grossness from his hands and wipes it from his eyes.

 

You say in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "I think I have everything I need."

 

Zii takes the vial from Alcaro's hands, removing the lid and carefully pouring the

separated portion into the beaker containing the muscle tissue.

 

Zii places the tongue on the table, before shoving the dead baalzadeen on to the

floor carelessly, with a splat.

 

Zii slices the tongue open down the middle, staring intently at the vessels and

humours within.

 

Zii takes the beaker from the flame, spinning it into the a small circle, causing

everything within to solidify into a mass of flesh and razor.

 

Zii breaks the beaker across the table, freeing the sample. He reaches around the

air above the nucleus, before grabbing onto an invisible strand of ether, pulling it down to the

nucleus in a grandoise gesture.

 

Zii carefully coaxes the nucleus into his hands, before taking it to an incubation

pod, placing it gently within and closing the steel door. He turns the valve wheel to make the

chamber air tight as it fills with a strange fluid.

 

You say to Alcaro in Mhaldorian with an arid, Mhaldorian accent, "Your baby boy should arrive in six

to twelve days."