Insein L'Mort
I am acting upon impulse and whimsy. The Marksman and I have a strange bond that I cannot explain. It is the bond shared by a certain hatred and respect. We have an accord with his Order, yet when we clashed and I took the lives of his sisters upon the field he swore revenge. He tracked me to my home and assaulted me several weeks ago, and we settled our grudge. I was not kind to him, but I found myself when faced with killing him to have no such desire to finish the deed. Instead I subjected him to Lellenthyr’s potion for her experiments, a cruel but harmless prank instead.
The other night I was concerned that he had been killed, and I felt a certain possessiveness towards him. I wanted his corpse for my own. Perhaps it is out of respect that I want him to continue to survive, but perhaps it is more. I have bested him in combat, we have fought on numerous occasions and we have traded words even more than blows. Sometimes the words are hostile, sometimes civil. Is it respect that makes me wish to gift him with undeath, or is it the ultimate revenge for his rough treatment and harsh judgments.
I do not wish him dead yet. I have plans for him. Mayune is heading to a campaign in the North, and she worries I will be a liability due to my ties with the Marksman. In order to accompany her, I need to alleviate the issue. I hunted the hunter tonight. He was surprised, and the incoming hex into the harmless rabbit took him by surprise.
The spell is locked for a short while to extend its duration. He can stay in a land where his own bunny-kind will prosper, at least for a while. Hopefully, he will be angered by this current prank and not realize that I am saving him. I have not determined the purpose yet, but at least it will give me time to collect my feelings about the elf. I know so little of their culture. I will ask Mayune more.
After my wicked deed tonight, I returned to the Undercity, in hopes to continue preparations for the assault. What I found was Urami. I swear the man is stalking me. Were he not so kind and slightly shy, I would be concerned. He is mysterious, but seems so kind and gentle. I want to help him, and this time when I offered to aid in his repairs he acquiesced.
He speaks of not trusting Apothecaries, and I could not persuade him to wait for Valin. I have performed my own repairs now and again, but I am nowhere near the level of proficiency of a true Apothecary. I pulled out some of the books to reference just in case, but found many of them marked up with crude pictures and the occasional ‘Endi was here’ markings upon the female anatomical pictures. Ignoring the graffiti, I set to work.
I managed to attach another jaw, and add a few pounds of flesh to him. I think it looks rather fetching, actually. It should set properly within the week, and I hope he will not be too vigorous in his activities until then. He really is sweet despite the pain and humiliation of our awkward conversations. Hopefully we will become more comfortable in time.
