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Previously, on Vitold the Flesh Wizard, Steward of Ashmadael:

"Vitold." said the demon, as it's hoffs chimed on the stone floor of the arcane laboratory. Strange glass vials, filled with stranger things, looked at it with unblinking eyes from their inside.

"Yzaia." a voice answered, from the depths of the laboratory. Standing by a work bench, was a shadowy figure, concentrated at work, helped by a small imp. Too concentrated at it's work, it didn't looked back.

As Yzaia came closer, it raised some of it's eyebrows that protected it's five eyes. "You look distinctively female today. And pregnant."

Vitold rolled it's eyes. Her eyes, currently. She looked away from the experiment at the table. The failure at the table. "It's was the wish of my master, Lord Ashmadael."

Yzaia had heard what sort of wishes Ashmadael, Demon Lord of the Dark Legio, had fallen to. Since Ashmadael became one of the thirteen rulers of Khar-Bad, and decided to adopt the form of an Ozcura, being either the Ozcuro Demon-Prince or Ozcura Demon-Princess depending of it's, his or her fickle will, the master of Vitold have been to all sort of shenanigans, some say, inspired by her chaotic grey orc ozcura minions.

Worse was, at least to Yzaia opinion, that Ashmadael was leaving a bad precedent to other demon lords, and was being a bad influence to the rulers of Khar-Bad, who rather than to rule the city on behalf of the Reunified Dark Legion to wage their war against the humans, they squandered times and resources on personal vanity projects and their courts.

Not that they didn't before, but now Yzaia's master wanted it to get the body of a succubus, reason it was on the laboratory of the Blood Wizard, soulshard of Ashmadael: to reeplace it's comfortable, made for war vessel, and change it for a frail little thing, purely for changing aesthetic reasons.

Vitold was, after all, one of the better Blood Wizards of the city. And a great form of revenue for Vitold's master. But with the defeat of the Legion in the Battle of the Plain of Sargos, where so many demons lost their vessels -their bodies, their physical forms-, there was a pressing need for vessels.

"Are you so far behind on your duties that you are having to craft new bodies... erh, personally?" Yzaia pondered.

"Oh, be silent."

Vitold was frustrated. Pregnancy didn't agreed with her, and she was counting the months, weeks and days for the Heir of Ashmadael to be born, so it could be back to normal business, and not throwing up endlessly in the morning, having backpain, headaches and more.

Vitold was as well tired of having her opinions be disregarded, because she was pregnant. Or for others to question the failures she was having, because "she was being too emotional." Vitold! Emotional! Preposterous!

"What is that thing?" Yzaia asked, pointing to the mess on the table. The blob of flesh, the twisted fingers, the limbs that turned from arms to legs, and tubes without function.

"It's a work in progress" Vitold answer was short. Why to explain to a demon meant to battle, the intrincancies of her work?Blood magic was the crafting of blood and flesh to give form, and appareance of life. To create vessels for the demons.

"What are the spellbooks for?" Yzaia wasn't picking up the clues that Vitold didn't wanted to talk. There was work to be done, and she knew well the new vessel for Yzaia wasn't finished. The horror at the table, was one of the failed attempts.

"The words have to be right." Vitold said. Words had power. Some blood wizards thought, that only having the right words, would make their creations perfect, and said it was an art. Vitold thought that there should be some actual work put into to be art, but the words where important. And she was struggling with the new spellbooks. They where meant to help in the work, but they weren't Vitold's spellbook, but work from others. The Dark Legion had been sharing these spellbooks, to help the war effort, so even less talented Blood Wizards could craft the vessels for the demons.

That was yet another problem she was having. That's why Vitold didn't liked Ozcuras down there at the laboratory. Specially, Ozcuras who had been teached to read and write, to do their functions in Ashmadael court.

The problem with educated ozcuras is that they're still ozcuras and sometimes they write helpful suggestions in your magic books... and even worse, some seems to dargue what "would be awesome", and then writing over each other...

...and of course it's not until you're most of the way through the spell that you notice the last page is obscured by ozcura. Hmm.

Really, the true source of regret is that her idea of proper writing is of course its style of writing. These spellbook where foreign, and so, the ozcuras wrote closely enough to not be obvious... at least when it has been saddled with a weird body that has another smaller body mucking around inside it.

At least not until it's too late.

Until you're deep into the weeds of the 'spell' where ozcuras helpfully added "More hands so more swords! Extra fingers for better grabbing! Grabbing is important! And more eyes! So they can never be surprised! And they should be hot like ozcuras! (But not as hot AS ozcuras, because ozcuras are THE BEST.)", with a later addendum by other that said " I mean, let's be honest, if you had three arms you could have two swords AND a shield.
And that would be craaaaaazy cool. But not as cool as ozcuras. OBVIOUSLY."

Even now that Vitold had purged all of the contamination from the spellbooks, she was still getting malformed hands.

Hands had always been the most difficult.

"About my newest vessel?" Yzaia asked.

"Unless you don't mind the extra limbs and weird hands, you will have to wait."

Yzaia nodded.

"I mean, to wait OUTSIDE of my laboratory!."

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Previously, on Vitold the Flesh Wizard, Steward of Ashmadael:

"Vitold." said the demon, as it's hoffs chimed on the stone floor of the arcane laboratory. Strange glass vials, filled with stranger things, looked at it with unblinking eyes from their inside.

"Yzaia." a voice answered, from the depths of the laboratory. Standing by a work bench, was a shadowy figure, concentrated at work, helped by a small imp. Too concentrated at it's work, it didn't looked back.

As Yzaia came closer, it raised some of it's eyebrows that protected it's five eyes. "You look distinctively female today. And pregnant."

Vitold rolled it's eyes. Her eyes, currently. She looked away from the experiment at the table. The failure at the table. "It's was the wish of my master, Lord Ashmadael."

Yzaia had heard what sort of wishes Ashmadael, Demon Lord of the Dark Legio, had fallen to. Since Ashmadael became one of the thirteen rulers of Khar-Bad, and decided to adopt the form of an Ozcura, being either the Ozcuro Demon-Prince or Ozcura Demon-Princess depending of it's, his or her fickle will, the master of Vitold have been to all sort of shenanigans, some say, inspired by her chaotic grey orc ozcura minions.

Worse was, at least to Yzaia opinion, that Ashmadael was leaving a bad precedent to other demon lords, and was being a bad influence to the rulers of Khar-Bad, who rather than to rule the city on behalf of the Reunified Dark Legion to wage their war against the humans, they squandered times and resources on personal vanity projects and their courts.

Not that they didn't before, but now Yzaia's master wanted it to get the body of a succubus, reason it was on the laboratory of the Blood Wizard, soulshard of Ashmadael: to reeplace it's comfortable, made for war vessel, and change it for a frail little thing, purely for changing aesthetic reasons.

Vitold was, after all, one of the better Blood Wizards of the city. And a great form of revenue for Vitold's master. But with the defeat of the Legion in the Battle of the Plain of Sargos, where so many demons lost their vessels -their bodies, their physical forms-, there was a pressing need for vessels.

"Are you so far behind on your duties that you are having to craft new bodies... erh, personally?" Yzaia pondered.

"Oh, be silent."

Vitold was frustrated. Pregnancy didn't agreed with her, and she was counting the months, weeks and days for the Heir of Ashmadael to be born, so it could be back to normal business, and not throwing up endlessly in the morning, having backpain, headaches and more.

Vitold was as well tired of having her opinions be disregarded, because she was pregnant. Or for others to question the failures she was having, because "she was being too emotional." Vitold! Emotional! Preposterous!

"What is that thing?" Yzaia asked, pointing to the mess on the table. The blob of flesh, the twisted fingers, the limbs that turned from arms to legs, and tubes without function.

"It's a work in progress" Vitold answer was short. Why to explain to a demon meant to battle, the intrincancies of her work?Blood magic was the crafting of blood and flesh to give form, and appareance of life. To create vessels for the demons.

"What are the spellbooks for?" Yzaia wasn't picking up the clues that Vitold didn't wanted to talk. There was work to be done, and she knew well the new vessel for Yzaia wasn't finished. The horror at the table, was one of the failed attempts.

"The words have to be right." Vitold said. Words had power. Some blood wizards thought, that only having the right words, would make their creations perfect, and said it was an art. Vitold thought that there should be some actual work put into to be art, but the words where important. And she was struggling with the new spellbooks. They where meant to help in the work, but they weren't Vitold's spellbook, but work from others. The Dark Legion had been sharing these spellbooks, to help the war effort, so even less talented Blood Wizards could craft the vessels for the demons.

That was yet another problem she was having. That's why Vitold didn't liked Ozcuras down there at the laboratory. Specially, Ozcuras who had been teached to read and write, to do their functions in Ashmadael court.

The problem with educated ozcuras is that they're still ozcuras and sometimes they write helpful suggestions in your magic books... and even worse, some seems to dargue what "would be awesome", and then writing over each other...

...and of course it's not until you're most of the way through the spell that you notice the last page is obscured by ozcura. Hmm.

Really, the true source of regret is that her idea of proper writing is of course its style of writing. These spellbook where foreign, and so, the ozcuras wrote closely enough to not be obvious... at least when it has been saddled with a weird body that has another smaller body mucking around inside it.

At least not until it's too late.

Until you're deep into the weeds of the 'spell' where ozcuras helpfully added "More hands so more swords! Extra fingers for better grabbing! Grabbing is important! And more eyes! So they can never be surprised! And they should be hot like ozcuras! (But not as hot AS ozcuras, because ozcuras are THE BEST.)", with a later addendum by other that said " I mean, let's be honest, if you had three arms you could have two swords AND a shield.
And that would be craaaaaazy cool. But not as cool as ozcuras. OBVIOUSLY."

Even now that Vitold had purged all of the contamination from the spellbooks, she was still getting malformed hands.

Hands had always been the most difficult.

"About my newest vessel?" Yzaia asked.

"Unless you don't mind the extra limbs and weird hands, you will have to wait."

Yzaia nodded.

"I mean, to wait OUTSIDE of my laboratory!."

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