As Vahrtznif looked below at the corpses of Krahlzin and Rhoyshdean, he was filled with impulse. Immediately, he began sacrificing the belongings of the Nightreaver, Krahlzin, to the gods. When finished, Vahrtznif dropped and sacrificed his own belongings. Rhoyshdean was going to take the blame. Vahrtznif didn’t know why Rhoyshdean needed to be punished, or if Rhoyshdean needed to be punished, but punished he would be.
After unsuccessfully blaming the Empire on Krahlzin’s missing belongings, Vahrtznif pranced around until Garnizzeh offered him the Blood Oath. Being told the Oath would give Vahrtznif true power, he accepted without a second thought.
Upon finishing the words, the world around Vahrtznif seemed to crumble. His vision was full of laughing mandolins, fading rainbows with Lunky sliding around them, boulders crushing everyone around him, and… his mother. Vahrtznif was in some kind of wooden box within an endless abyss, the box being reduced to splinters and shrapnel, while Vahrtznif stared into the eyes of his mother. For a duergar, she was quite beautiful. Her beard was well-kempt and intricately braided, and her eyes were dark and full of love, but also full of eye jelly (Vahrtznif didn’t know that but now you know that). As he reached out to touch her, her image began fading away, torn apart by shrapnel and stone. What’s… what’s memories? Memories are like little puppets in your head, you just gotta tug on their strings and make them dance if you want to remember them. Somehow, the Oath tugged on Vahrtieboy’s strings in exactly that way. He was a memory-having loose cannon (until someone secured him and he became a tight cannon).
With memories come emotions. Vahrtznif was now more prone to fits of anxiety, seizures, and anger. There was a feeling in his heart, a cinnamon sugary swirl of flavor, of pure chaos, that sought to take over his body, just waiting for the opportune moment. When the urge to let the chaos escape becomes most strong, Vahrtznif hunches over, clenching his stomach and reminding himself that it is better to have memories than to not, and he is afraid of what he would become should the chaos escape once more.
Though Vahrtznif became an orderly evil doer, chock full of chalk, Vahrty’s got the chalk, the chalk to memory zone, he could not rid himself of his previous desires. Vahrtznif retained the feelings towards Rhoyshdean, as an example. Is there a way to make Rhoyshdean pay? Maybe. Was Vahrtznif still the greatest being in the universe? Only at everything. Wait just a darn minute… the Empire promised power beyond Vahrtznif’s imagination if he took the oath, which he did. Now that he was a memory manager, nay, memory CEO, he realized what an insult it is for someone to offer power to the single greatest, most powerful bean on the planet. Vahrtznif sprouted with anger. The cinnamon sugary swirl inside of him spoke to him, telling him to kill the Emperor. Kill the Emperor. Kill the Emperor. 1 + 1 = Kill the Emperor. What was this mad math to the max? It is some kind of Equation, speaking to Vahrtznif. 2 + 2 = Kill the Emperor. Yes, it’s almost as if this Equation sought only to reduce the world to Entropy… Instinctively, Vahrtznif flourished his arm in front of his body and was filled with a wave of improbability.
Vahrtznif was prepared to do only one thing, and that is to teach the Empire some basic addition.
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