As Ingvar watches in horrified disbelief as Gudrun's skin boils and bubbles like an un kept cooking pot, Melkorka slowly hobbles over to Ingvar. She places a hand on the Viking oarsman's hip and cackles...
Oh I think you would like to hold much more than her clothes very soooon chosen one.
Gudrun's screams grow louder until her very throat bleeds from the outside in. Her eyes bulge, nearly popping from the unearthly pressure. Her hair falls out in clumps before Gudrun's eyes or she pulls them out in clumps. Ingvar cannopt be certain.
The zombieified Hildegarr can no longer stand it. He turns and walks away casting frightened glances towards the scene over his own rotting shoulder. Like a mal adjusted retarded teenager.. he does not understand.
ooc- Ingvar roll sanity check. 1d100, 1d4, 1d8. If you loose more than 4 sanity you go mad.
