"We found him running through the woods." I was thrown roughly at the beards feet, his cult members had freed him from his shackles. There were at least a hundred of them, and clearly it looked like the train having issues was intended.
"Oh baldy did you think you could get away from me?" He put his hand under my chin and I could feel a sensation of my flesh being stripped from me. It was a weird feeling, like part of my neck being taken off like a ribbon, then I saw some of my blood being pulled up to the Beard in some weird stream and he drank it in, as he did so the wound on his chest seemed to diminish. It wasn't straight necromancy, but it was some weird horrible version of blood magic I'd never seen before. Which was interesting and horrifying all at once.
"Well you know what they say when in doubt run away." His men snickered at that, so at least I was entertaining the crazy people.
"Take him." His men snatched me up and carted me off (like a fussing child). The sad thing was his cult all looked like him, all scraggly beards and and dishelved clothes. I would say they dressed like that to appear like something they weren't, but I don't think that was the case at all. I think they are all scummy losers who dress like scummy losers! Seriously, I've dealt with a lot of cults before, this was the first one that actively wanted to look like the worst parts of any society.
We got back to their makeshift camp (I say makeshift, but these guys all looked like homeless people, it could have just as easily been their regular stupid camp!) and I felt my skin crawl. First it was an all male cult, but clearly some members were subservient to others in sexual fashion, it was an interesting dynamic but from what I witnessed most of the sex was not consensual for the lesser participant (and done in the open, so they weren't even hiding the rape). Secondly they appeared to be cannibals, because I could see farmers family roasting on a spit. Honestly you're probably thinking I made up this horrible cult, but I completely did not, if I was going to make up a cult that I was imprisoned with, they would all be large breasted sexually aggressive women who only seek to please me (look for that entry later on).
It was all really unpleasant and when I finally laid my eyes down to rest after witnessing horrible acts I felt dirty in a way that I would never be clean. But I did have a new purpose, to absolutely murder the crap out of these weird cultists as fast as I could possibly go.
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