Dangled-'n'-Strangled

[Zarsies 6795]

Drip, drop...

 

Drip, drop...

~~

 

At the main gates of Salvus hover three corpses, tethered to the support rafters of the arched threshold of the city. The trio sway gently in the breeze with a serene display, quite elegantly decorated with their entrails.

 

First, from perspective from outside the city and peering towards the main courtyard - the lion statue as a backdrop - furthest to the left and on the slightly shortest noose, hangs a feminine figure of a creamy mocha complexion,  fairly skinned of decent average. The facial features of the woman are far too mutilated to claim recognition to her former self, an identity scraped due to slivered and the lack thereof for flesh to her face. The female's cheekbones and nostril areas bare a gleaming white of bone, though coated generously in slightly dried, pinkish cloak of blood. Her scalp looks to have been peeled back, separated om the top of her head, gooey tendons still limply attaching to it. All limbs bear severe scratches, the flailing of claws having bore deep into the flesh and lacerated the webs of veins under her skin. The corpse's legs, from the mid-calf down, are torn away. The flesh and muscle is stripped far down, baring the bones which sway - their pearly stubs sharpened into deadly points. Lacking feet, the blood trails from the corpse and slithers like a snake down her gored and organ-absent chest, trickling off the spikes of what once were her feet.

 

~~~

Drip, drop...

 

Drip, drop...

~~~

 

The second body, in the center position between the others - strung from the longest of the nooses - levitates a being of cryptic gender and race. Stripped of its flesh entirely, the headless person's arms lay outstretched to its side, nailed up against a board thus tied to the rope at its ends. Only the torso hangs, from below its waist sprouts a glistening array of sinew, intestines, and other organs slumping out of it as ornaments to the gory scene. Bile and blood dribbles off the corpse, the muscles of its torso ravaged to shredded and mauled sectors of bloody pulp. Stringy webs arch out from its arms to the mantle of vitals, veins strung up between them like wings,

 

~~~

Drip, drop...

 

Drip, drop...

~~~

 

The last, clearly an orc. He lacks eyes; pits in his eye sockets glare out menacingly with a mesh of blood ridden tubes and spouts within. Gouged out from the face by the orc's own broken off tusks scar a pattern-like series of strokes into the green skin. The chest cavity looks to be broken outwards, the mouth extremely disfigured with the flesh sagging at the lack of a jaw, make to have fit something large through its jaws. The abdomen's flesh flares outwards in a burst, the rib cage and intestines blown outwards in a warped appearance. Two freshly shaved bone knives fashioned from ankles are jabbed into its sides, the points skewered through the spacing in his spine from the back. Blood hails down sluggishly from the corpse, all three forming a pool below them...

 

 

 

 

As the three drip, upon closer inspection of the disfigured and mauled corpses, do the trio's sight span out into letters. A trail of scratches lead down the first woman in the arch of an 'S' and 'P'. The middle being, its display of intestines and webbed organs, shows the faint resemblance of an 'R'. There, clawed out in the orc's face, lie the engraved signature of an 'A' and 'T'... They sway in the wind, the breeze blitzing their blood away into a large puddle below them.

 

Drip.

 

Drop.

 

[DecoLamb 959]

[[Dats my baby :3 ]]

[Drazker 307]

Vectis looked over the scene carefully. A younger version of himself would have looked on in horror, wept, and thrown up at the sight but the Salvian knight had become hardened with experience. Quick orders rang out and a few Shields formed a very basic barricade, diverting civilians away from the scene. Slowly, Vectis circled around the bodies, eyeing every detail, slowly recognizing the letters.

 

"S-... P-... R, A, T-... Sprat."

 

Vectis' eyes narrowed as he recalled his battle with the daemon child. Why in the name of the Creator the monks would bring back such a beast, or however else it had returned, Vectis had no idea. Could it be a copy-cat? "No," he thought to himself, "this sort of-... brutality could only be matched by such an-... /animal/"

 

One by the one, the corpses were taken down. The area was scrubbed clean and the bodies were wrapped up, taken away for study. Before he could begin his hunt, Vectis would nail up a sign to the city noticeboard. It reads:

 

"Anyone with information pertaining to 'Sprat' or the horrific murders and subsequent mutilation of the three hung will be rewarded handsomely. Report to the Salvus Keep; ask for Sir Vectis."