*Eternity Warden accidentally dislodges one of the tubes from his bagpipes, yet the instrument somehow still seems to work. Upon further inspection he realises that the dislodged pipe is actually a small telescope.
Warden leans over the cloud and has a peek to see what has become of bryanabbo. The little urchin of a man had fallen a great distance, but such a fall from grace was to be expected. He had dived into a great fiery pit and had been collected by some Slaaneshi daemons. Eternity Warden was neither pleased nor displeased to find that the telescope, though small, was of great clarity and allowed him to see every separate hair on bryan's head as well as every convulsing twitch of his face.
Bryanabbo was tied to a stake, his face making strange distortions due to the arcane tortures being wrought upon him. The strangest thing was that his face contained more than a single hint of pleasure and just reward at his own predicament. He soon would not be so satisfied with his torture, however, as behind him Warden could clearly see a Herald of Slaanesh preparing a far more fiendish set of punishments, which bryanabbo would most certainly not enjoy: a full punctuation, spelling and grammar test along with a large vat of absinthe.
Eternity Warden sighed and leaned back onto his cloud, putting down the telescope and reaching for his bagpipes. He had the unusual sense that he had been hearing a narrator's voice in his head for the past few minutes, though the voice seemed to have been gradually fading over the last paragraph. Even if the voice did not go the bagpipes would soon down the voice ou...*
OOC: RIP bryanabbo, you will (not really) be missed (much), (though your battle report was your finest hour).
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