I peruse my vast collection of antiques. Alas, I haven't any corpses. Regardless, I manage to get my hands on an eighteenth-century musket, accompanied by a bit of a lead-tipped bayonet. This should be functional enough.
I proceed to carefully affix the bayonet to its designated position, before striding into the core of the madness, not even bothering to load the weapon. I causally spear a Disembodied Hand, forcing it down to the base of the lead. Moving quickly, so to not dislodge the thing, I exit the core of destruction, before engineering a working firepit, and lighting the logs within ablaze. As the flames rage in an upward direction, I stab the bayonet into the burning logs, before disconnecting the thing. It wasn't an antique, of course. The soft metal melts over the Disembodied Hand, fusing it to a burning log. Excellent. I poke the fire several times with a foot, watching glowing sparks spitting off of the epicenter of warmth. I quickly knock several more logs over a somewhat-writhing Disembodied Hand. That is simply distasteful.
In mere minutes, the embers are glowing warmly, lead-stained ashes filling the small pit. Waiting for the thing to die out utterly, I prepare for the inevitable by establishing a small edge-runner mill in the side of the pit, applying sizable enough amounts of sulfur and saltpeter to the thing. As the fire dies out, I scoop out a handful of the ashes of the Disembodied Hand, and add them to the mixture, allowing the mill to function. few more processes afterward, I have myself some veritable gunpowder, which I immediately load into the antique musket. The ultimate sign of disrespect is utilizing the ashes of one's genetic near-duplicate to propel a bullet at the duplicate's relative, after all. I immediately get into position, aiming the somewhat unwieldy weapon's barrel at another Disembodied Hand. Pulling the trigger, a large amount of smoke bursts from the aforementioned barrel, along with the sadly familiar bang of a gunshot.
Funnily enough, I manage to miss the targeted Hand. However, serendipitously, the thing strikes another hand directly in the center. The lead mixture within the bullet seeps into the wound, along with the scattered fragments of ashes infused into the projectile. The wound itself begins to flicker with pulsating verdant of a surprisingly dull shade. I lower the musket, putting it away. I can deal with that later, after all. The flesh of the Disembodied Hand in question begins to writhe somewhat, dripping with numerous bodily fluids, some of which not ordinarily present in the hand of a humanoid creature. With a twitch, and a resounding roar, the original Disembodied Hand, wrought anew, leaps forth from the gaping hole in the center of the secondary Hand. The two hands, reformed in essence, are bound together entirely, the restrictions of flesh proving doubly callous. However, this revival is also accompanied by the sudden increase of lead in the composition of the now-joined beings.
Observing this, I deem it necessary to take several steps in a backward direction, the conjoined extremities of the flesh leaking a substantial amount of liquid lead onto the ground. The foul molten stuff pools together, a miniature lake of darkened metal in an ocean of war-torn land. The dripping of the lead seems ceaseless, forming a steadily more massive puddle beneath the horror-bound appendages.
I raise a finger, carefully overseeing the dripping of lead. The pool glows teal, sparking with psiokinetic energies in a manner akin to burning oil, perhaps. A hiss emanates across the general area, and the metal solidifies- after abruptly rising into the air, and puncturing the forms of both of the Hands, that is. The metal proceeds to solidify fully into lead, welding the Hands to the floor. That's over with, then.
I would deem it necessary to create a second post, but I'm still suffering quite heavily, in my meaningless opinion, from a lack of creativity, likely spurred on by the death of the playerbase. Focus shall have to do. Now, I've got a constitution to write.
Elemental Crusher && Sacrificial Knife && Concentrated Blood Essence = The Bloodletter (7/9)
Voidmetal Shovel && Necromantic Rune && Quicksilver Core = Mercurial Gravedigger (6/8)
Stamper && Scarlet Ink && Concentrated Ordo Vis = The Ratification (5/5!)
THE RATIFICATION: A scarlet stamper with a handle composed of polished mahogany. Its mark can be imposed upon official documents, infusing them with the essence of arcane order, fusing the terms and conditions of said document into the laws of reality itself, for a near-permanent amount of time.
NEW: Voidmetal Dagger && Chilled Stone && Runed Bone = The Unforeseen (1/???)
(+3 to Bomber)
Flow 8/50 /////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Murmur of the Harvestman 22/50 (+2 from Richard, +3 from Crystal) /////////////////////////////////////////////////////.
Imperator 38/50 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////.