So I reloaded and chose to NOT eat Brother Verulus, but rather kill everyone else residing in the gruesome coven.

“Wow, I am so impressed with your eating skills,” coos Namira’s disembodied voice, “here, take my ring, champion of eaters, behold its FANTASTIC power.”Ī bit disappointed that its fantastic power included giving the wearer the ability to sustain themselves on corpses, I thought there’s no way I can repeatedly do this, EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT REAL. Something I would rarely ever do in a game. Then I somehow mustered the will to kill the poor innocent priest. That idiot Verulus lying on Namira's altar for 'a rest.' Anyway, I really wanted to read a description about eating people, because I was morbid that way aged what, seven or something, so I flicked through it until I got to a moment where one of them has to cut “slivers” of flesh from the frozen buttocks of friend and/or relative. I knew the gist of the tale, I think it must have been coming out on film, because everyone was talking about it. Perusing her bookshelf, I happened upon the book “Alive” which recounts the shocking conditions a Uruguayan frugby team had to endure to survive after crash-landing in middle of the Andes in the depths of a harsh Winter. Speaking of asses, I will never forget when I was a little girl, how I was forbidden to enter my mother’s bedroom, but being the kind of person who does what she’s told not to do, I used a little-girl-levelled sneak skill from a very early age and stole in. She doesn’t really say it like that, in fact she says it quite sensuously, her tone belies the true horrible face of the crime she is asking me to commit.

Post-lure, Eola is like, right, now kill him so we can scoff his ass.

But not as much as what I would have to do next.

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