Paralytic poisons always leave you with a nasty aftertaste. Which doesn't make sense when you didn't drink them! But there I was tied to a table, blood writing on my chest and a taste in my mouth between bog slime and urine (don't ask why I know that flavor). I was bound with what appeared to be some kind of organic vine, most likely the ROL knew the same magic as Hilda and it was a living plant. Thankfully it didn't inhibit magic (because she thought I was a bandit). I couldn't make out all the writing on my chest, but I knew enough about ritual magic to know what the spell generally was, as you can assume it wasn't something I wanted.
"You're really making me feel stupid for not just shooting you." No matter the situation I have to remind people that yes I feel dumb for things. Its a way of humbling myself you see.
"Bandit I think your dumb as shit for a lot of reasons, though I am a bit concerned you have a very weird sword that almost hurts to touch." That earth god blade is like a truth meter for bad people, I swear I should just touch it to someones skin, if they flinch, kill them.
"Stole it from an idiot." Not exactly wrong, though I'm sure Valyrm would find my description of him not very kind.
"Someone dumber than you? Must have been barely breathing." She was working more of the ritual magic, I could feel the slight hum in the air. I wasn't concerned or I would have broken out immediately.
"Give it a minute I'm sure you're about to have that smile wiped off your face."
"You have someone showing up to save you?"
"Nope." She continued on her smug little smile in place, snapping herbs and whispering words. I could feel the hum picking up, her words got louder the room swirled a bit with the power and she cast her little cauldron of herbs and gods knows what else on me and then she pitched backwards violently, her body convulsing like she'd been stung by a venmous creature. I broke the vines with a simple fire spell and stood up making a sweeping gesture with my hands to clean off the gunk from my chest.
"What did you do?" She muttered out, her body which wasn't in a great state to begin with was rapidly aging faster than before.
"Nothing, you did this to yourself by not writing the magic properly." You see ritual magic is an exact magic, mess a rune here, say a word wrong there and it'll bite you just as bad as its intended target. She intended on making me wither and stealing my life force at the same time, she screwed it up and the spell was reversed. For all her bluster she was as bad at magic as I am at negotiating.
In a way I didn't do as Hilda requested, since I didn't kill the ROL, I let her kill herself. But not to spoil things, but lets just say Hilda didn't really have too much to say in the matter. That will have to wait till the next entry you know how this journal rolls!
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