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Carmine, Bloatmage Alchemist Chirurgeon [2/2]
Observant people might notice that Carmine seems wider than he looks. Things tend to wobble and shift near him as if he'd bumped them despite not touching them, that patients feel something soft and warm brush across them as he moves by, despite clearly being a foot or more away.
Carmine's hat is a cheeky Hat of Disguise that he uses to look... slightly more normal. It makes most people uncomfortable to be able to see a cauldron of blood sloshing noisily around in his translucent belly, so the Hat of Disguise lets him appear as though he still fits in his coat when he's gorged on blood. A state that he finds himself in often.
The hat does nothing to hide the very audible syruppy sloshing that preempts his arrival, though.
History of Carmine Part 2: continued from...
Carmine would arrive at the Waterfall Palace of the Hyena Princess Njano to find that she was indeed a Hyena Princess. One of the most powerful gnolls in Katapesh. Her insistence on milk baths was strange, but rather charming, and she helpfully guided the dhampir on his journey, so perhaps she wasn't as bad as the rumors said. After spending a lovely evening with Njano, Carmine was directed to arrive at the Temple of the Butcher in Okeno at midnight.
As he waddled through the cool night air, a horrendous alien shriek echoed through the night, prompting him to take flight on wings of darkness to hasten his approach. As he grew closer to the temple, the strange howling only grew louder. Looking behind him, an undulating abomination stomped through the streets - arms reaching out of its bulk, seemingly comprised of many wailing faces and limbs knotted together into a burbling mass. Rising higher to avoid it, he found that the creature was not after him, but the temple he was approaching.
Hastening his flight, Carmine managed to overtake the beast, erupting into the main temple hall to find that the Temple of the Butcher was not as empty as his Benefactor's note would have suggested. A rotund Hellhound chef, a sultry Aasimar Oracle, a rugged Orca Monk and an aromatic Changeling Mesmerist. Bursting into the room, he immediately warned them that they needed to leave immediately, that a massive flesh beast threatened to absorb them into it's unholy mass, and whose screams are shrill enough to kill.
Despite his protests, the group was unmoved until the beast dragged itself into the doors of the temple and shrieked to announce its presence. A rather overweight Hound emerged shortly from beneath the spiral staircase in the center of the room, and Carmine joined their desperate fight to fell the monstrous beast. After a significant struggle, and nearly having their ear drums burst, they managed to fell the creature, leaving only the matter of his mysterious benefactor, the Gossamer Prince, to settle.
Descending down into the prince's hidden sanctum, they found the place deserted, though twin streams of blood seemed to disappear into a wall at the end of the narrow room. Using an extract of Passwall the group were able to make their way into a hidden temple of Ghlaunder, parasitizing the larger temple above. Carmine's many alchemical curatives helped the group deal with a magical ward that caused them all to bleed, and the group managed to corner the panicking Gossamer Prince. While Carmine found himself compelled to flee, the Hound and Hellhound managed to subdue the prince, and bring him back for questioning.
When the fear enchantment left him, Carmine returned to the hidden temple. He had become somewhat of an expert on Ghlaunder's practices, and several things didn't add up. The blood flowing down into the chamber was animal blood, whereas Ghlaunder demanded the blood of intelligent creatures. There were many bottles of wine piled up in one of the storage rooms, wine of just the right value to be used in a Wine to Blood ritual. Despite the location's obvious dedication to Ghlaunder, there were no other worshippers, only The Gossamer Prince himself, and what had he done to bring upon the Wreakling - a foul creature that only awakens after some terrible act of cruelty or injustice that seeks out the wrongdoer as well as his friends and family, abducts them, absorbs them into its amalgamated body and feeds the victim the flesh of those they love and respect in an endless cycle of misery and punishment?
Though the obvious answer was that he had been predating on the poor and destitute of the city to fuel his need for blood, but the final piece would be put in place by the changeling. His innate ability to read minds allowed him to peek into the Gossamer Prince's dreams. In them, he is being drained dry by giant mosquitos, punishing him for his hubris. He reaches for a blue butterfly in the distance, but it flies off, leaving him to his fate.
Carmine and the Changeling convinced the rest of the group to keep the Prince alive long enough to question him, and after the mosquito introduced himself, they returned to the Wayfarers' guildhouse through a nifty magic gate.
On Carmine's suggestion, the Prince's interrogation would be an unusual one. They would settle his impressive bulk into the pillow pile in the
guild hall and box him in with Sebastian's impressive bulk. He would be offered a truth serum to attempt to extract answers from him without a fight, but the anxiety of seeing Carmine, who he had assumed was an avatar of Ghlaunder himself, caused him to go into a blood frenzy and render himself unconscious. After reviving him a second time, the group attempted to get through to him, but outside of panicked apologies they made little headway until Carmine offered the blood-bloated elk a crimson cocktail that left his cheeks rosy and stopped his mind racing.
With the prince pleasantly buzzed Carmine's theory was confirmed. The Gossamer Prince had been enacting a duty to stamp out ghlaunder's infestation. He sought Desna's favor due to her history with Ghlaunder. The Wreakling had formed in response to his mass murder of the gossamer faithful, and he had erected a magic circle to hide himself from the beast's ire. But worse was the mental toll that proving his loyalty to Ghlaunder had been taken on him. He felt could never return home.
With that matter settled, Carmine had his own questions to ask. He asked the Prince if he knew of any creatures being touched by the Gossamer King. The Prince confirmed that he had, and mentioned notes written in the apocrypha, that they are usually brought upon by transfusion with the mother while she is burdened. But more detailed answers would only be found in the literature in the Temple.
Upon returning to the temple they found that the Butchers had returned, and the entrance to the temple had been sealed. A young boy sat on the steps leading up into the temple, and Carmine knelt down to ask if he was ok. "I... Hurt." Was the boy's only response, so Carmine offered him an elixir to heal him. He drank it ravenously, but instead of feeling refreshed he began to scream in agony before bursting apart around a monstrous mosquito larva. A cocophony of screams echoed it from inside, and the Wayfarers leapt to stop the ghlaunder spawn from escaping out into the city.
As they spread quickly in every direction Carmine shouted angrily for them to stop their fleeing... And they stopped in their tracks. In a desperate move, Carmine called out for the mosquito larvae to protect him. It worked. The Changeling disguised himself as Carmine and the larvae moved to try to lift him with their tiny wings, making them an easy target for firebombs.
It turned out that the Butchers had found the body of the Wreakling and consumed its flesh, infesting themselves with Ghlaunder's spawn. Deciding that discretion is the better part of Valor, Carmine offered to inspect and treat them all for infection, preferring that Ghlaunder's presence in Okeno not be allowed to spread any further.
Before he could complete his examination of the entire congregation, his attention was brought to a bugbear bound for slaughter on an altar to the Butcher Chugarra. Despite his predicament he seemed to desire death. madness, surely. The bugbear agreed to let Carmine take his blood to test him for disease if the needle would pierce his skin. But it wouldn't, and before the good doctor could get enough purchase to penetrate the Bugbear found himself flying into an unwilling rage.
The Butchers, the Wayfarers and Carmine had to work together to put the crazed bugbear down. His nearly impenetrable skin shrugged off any non-magical blows, but when he finally fell, he did so with a peaceful smile. His last words were "Mother... I'm coming..." Which made carmine... moderately more comfortable with the idea of the butchers butchering him. If they were going to eat him, however, they were going to prepare him properly. so despite his discomfort, Carmine stuck around for the 'festivities' and tested the rest of the congregation for any signs of Ghlaunder's blightspawn.
He felt conflicted as he left with the others. He had helped to stamp out some of Ghlaunder's influence, but he hadn't obtained the book he'd come for, and it would be a year before the Butchers would leave the temple empty again. As he began to consign himself to a year of waiting a book was gently placed into his hand by a pink serpentfolk with a finger held up to his knowing smile.
Carmine's hat is a cheeky Hat of Disguise that he uses to look... slightly more normal. It makes most people uncomfortable to be able to see a cauldron of blood sloshing noisily around in his translucent belly, so the Hat of Disguise lets him appear as though he still fits in his coat when he's gorged on blood. A state that he finds himself in often.
The hat does nothing to hide the very audible syruppy sloshing that preempts his arrival, though.
History of Carmine Part 2: continued from...
Carmine would arrive at the Waterfall Palace of the Hyena Princess Njano to find that she was indeed a Hyena Princess. One of the most powerful gnolls in Katapesh. Her insistence on milk baths was strange, but rather charming, and she helpfully guided the dhampir on his journey, so perhaps she wasn't as bad as the rumors said. After spending a lovely evening with Njano, Carmine was directed to arrive at the Temple of the Butcher in Okeno at midnight.
As he waddled through the cool night air, a horrendous alien shriek echoed through the night, prompting him to take flight on wings of darkness to hasten his approach. As he grew closer to the temple, the strange howling only grew louder. Looking behind him, an undulating abomination stomped through the streets - arms reaching out of its bulk, seemingly comprised of many wailing faces and limbs knotted together into a burbling mass. Rising higher to avoid it, he found that the creature was not after him, but the temple he was approaching.
Hastening his flight, Carmine managed to overtake the beast, erupting into the main temple hall to find that the Temple of the Butcher was not as empty as his Benefactor's note would have suggested. A rotund Hellhound chef, a sultry Aasimar Oracle, a rugged Orca Monk and an aromatic Changeling Mesmerist. Bursting into the room, he immediately warned them that they needed to leave immediately, that a massive flesh beast threatened to absorb them into it's unholy mass, and whose screams are shrill enough to kill.
Despite his protests, the group was unmoved until the beast dragged itself into the doors of the temple and shrieked to announce its presence. A rather overweight Hound emerged shortly from beneath the spiral staircase in the center of the room, and Carmine joined their desperate fight to fell the monstrous beast. After a significant struggle, and nearly having their ear drums burst, they managed to fell the creature, leaving only the matter of his mysterious benefactor, the Gossamer Prince, to settle.
Descending down into the prince's hidden sanctum, they found the place deserted, though twin streams of blood seemed to disappear into a wall at the end of the narrow room. Using an extract of Passwall the group were able to make their way into a hidden temple of Ghlaunder, parasitizing the larger temple above. Carmine's many alchemical curatives helped the group deal with a magical ward that caused them all to bleed, and the group managed to corner the panicking Gossamer Prince. While Carmine found himself compelled to flee, the Hound and Hellhound managed to subdue the prince, and bring him back for questioning.
When the fear enchantment left him, Carmine returned to the hidden temple. He had become somewhat of an expert on Ghlaunder's practices, and several things didn't add up. The blood flowing down into the chamber was animal blood, whereas Ghlaunder demanded the blood of intelligent creatures. There were many bottles of wine piled up in one of the storage rooms, wine of just the right value to be used in a Wine to Blood ritual. Despite the location's obvious dedication to Ghlaunder, there were no other worshippers, only The Gossamer Prince himself, and what had he done to bring upon the Wreakling - a foul creature that only awakens after some terrible act of cruelty or injustice that seeks out the wrongdoer as well as his friends and family, abducts them, absorbs them into its amalgamated body and feeds the victim the flesh of those they love and respect in an endless cycle of misery and punishment?
Though the obvious answer was that he had been predating on the poor and destitute of the city to fuel his need for blood, but the final piece would be put in place by the changeling. His innate ability to read minds allowed him to peek into the Gossamer Prince's dreams. In them, he is being drained dry by giant mosquitos, punishing him for his hubris. He reaches for a blue butterfly in the distance, but it flies off, leaving him to his fate.
Carmine and the Changeling convinced the rest of the group to keep the Prince alive long enough to question him, and after the mosquito introduced himself, they returned to the Wayfarers' guildhouse through a nifty magic gate.
On Carmine's suggestion, the Prince's interrogation would be an unusual one. They would settle his impressive bulk into the pillow pile in the
guild hall and box him in with Sebastian's impressive bulk. He would be offered a truth serum to attempt to extract answers from him without a fight, but the anxiety of seeing Carmine, who he had assumed was an avatar of Ghlaunder himself, caused him to go into a blood frenzy and render himself unconscious. After reviving him a second time, the group attempted to get through to him, but outside of panicked apologies they made little headway until Carmine offered the blood-bloated elk a crimson cocktail that left his cheeks rosy and stopped his mind racing.
With the prince pleasantly buzzed Carmine's theory was confirmed. The Gossamer Prince had been enacting a duty to stamp out ghlaunder's infestation. He sought Desna's favor due to her history with Ghlaunder. The Wreakling had formed in response to his mass murder of the gossamer faithful, and he had erected a magic circle to hide himself from the beast's ire. But worse was the mental toll that proving his loyalty to Ghlaunder had been taken on him. He felt could never return home.
With that matter settled, Carmine had his own questions to ask. He asked the Prince if he knew of any creatures being touched by the Gossamer King. The Prince confirmed that he had, and mentioned notes written in the apocrypha, that they are usually brought upon by transfusion with the mother while she is burdened. But more detailed answers would only be found in the literature in the Temple.
Upon returning to the temple they found that the Butchers had returned, and the entrance to the temple had been sealed. A young boy sat on the steps leading up into the temple, and Carmine knelt down to ask if he was ok. "I... Hurt." Was the boy's only response, so Carmine offered him an elixir to heal him. He drank it ravenously, but instead of feeling refreshed he began to scream in agony before bursting apart around a monstrous mosquito larva. A cocophony of screams echoed it from inside, and the Wayfarers leapt to stop the ghlaunder spawn from escaping out into the city.
As they spread quickly in every direction Carmine shouted angrily for them to stop their fleeing... And they stopped in their tracks. In a desperate move, Carmine called out for the mosquito larvae to protect him. It worked. The Changeling disguised himself as Carmine and the larvae moved to try to lift him with their tiny wings, making them an easy target for firebombs.
It turned out that the Butchers had found the body of the Wreakling and consumed its flesh, infesting themselves with Ghlaunder's spawn. Deciding that discretion is the better part of Valor, Carmine offered to inspect and treat them all for infection, preferring that Ghlaunder's presence in Okeno not be allowed to spread any further.
Before he could complete his examination of the entire congregation, his attention was brought to a bugbear bound for slaughter on an altar to the Butcher Chugarra. Despite his predicament he seemed to desire death. madness, surely. The bugbear agreed to let Carmine take his blood to test him for disease if the needle would pierce his skin. But it wouldn't, and before the good doctor could get enough purchase to penetrate the Bugbear found himself flying into an unwilling rage.
The Butchers, the Wayfarers and Carmine had to work together to put the crazed bugbear down. His nearly impenetrable skin shrugged off any non-magical blows, but when he finally fell, he did so with a peaceful smile. His last words were "Mother... I'm coming..." Which made carmine... moderately more comfortable with the idea of the butchers butchering him. If they were going to eat him, however, they were going to prepare him properly. so despite his discomfort, Carmine stuck around for the 'festivities' and tested the rest of the congregation for any signs of Ghlaunder's blightspawn.
He felt conflicted as he left with the others. He had helped to stamp out some of Ghlaunder's influence, but he hadn't obtained the book he'd come for, and it would be a year before the Butchers would leave the temple empty again. As he began to consign himself to a year of waiting a book was gently placed into his hand by a pink serpentfolk with a finger held up to his knowing smile.
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