Tuesday, February 28, 2017

100 Words a Day 1033

Morg directed the Mage Hand-held corpse onto his workbench. He strapped it down to prevent the tentacles from flailing about when he began extracting the poison sacs, which they had a tendency to do when the muscles were cut. After double-checking the restraints, he tied the herb-filled pouch across his mouth to protect him from inhaling any poison if he accidentally broke a sac.

After selecting a blade from the instruments rack, he carefully cut through the rubbery skin covering the first tentacle. Deep in the flesh he found the dark veins that moved the poison through the thing’s limbs.

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