Tag: vorpal

“Ooh! Now that you can’t leave, we’re gonna play my favorite game! I call it Mating Dance! I’ll be Boy, you be Girl!”

Vorpal’s venom has a heightened potency, thanks to the cursed ichor flowing through her reconstructed body. Her abdomen, hewn from the pulsating remains of a hellspawn hornet, contains the cruel apparatus with which she’s cut short many a quest—her fearsome, oversized stinger. Grizelda decided to improve upon that biological advantage by linking its organs to the pleasure center of her nervous system. As a result, Vorpal has become obsessed with her grafted appendage over the years.

Most laypeople assume that an insect’s stinger is a simple tube with a sharp tip, like a hypodermic needle. At an enlarged scale, however, the biological complexity of this tool is revealed: A split shaft with serrated lancets helps the hollow stylet wiggle deep inside the prey and lodge in place, before pumping them full of its venomous payload. While Vorpal finds this activity quite enjoyable, her playmates generally do not.

Given her monstrous size and the unstable nature of Necrow’s flesh, Vorpal’s exoskeleton is unusually fragile. A strong impact can crack her shell, making her mostly reliant on stealth and the element of surprise to subdue her targets. With enough time to recover, however, she can regrow any severed extremity, including her head.

“This one stopped moving, too! I guess that just leaves you, huh?”

Vorpal spots you from a distance. She’s cautious, given the nature of your presence; you’re most likely here to destroy the Mistress, and she can’t allow that. Taking you on directly would be suicide, not that she’s any stranger to death; as the first line of defense, she’s tasked with greeting all visitors to Mundus Mortis, Grizelda’s horrific subterranean compound.

Perhaps she’ll creep along the ceiling, hiding between the shadows, waiting for you to let your guard down. She’ll only need a moment. Just a quick sting, and her job is finished. It’s alright if you dispatch her afterwards; Grizelda’s dark science has put her back together plenty of times before. You, on the other hand, have a painful dilemma on your hands: your body is now burning with ichor-infused venom. As your insides melt, you wonder if you should warn your friends or end your own suffering. You don’t have time to decide before you join the souls of hundreds before you.

A third-generation test subject, Vorpal is a chimera of insectoid corpses implanted with Necrow’s regenerating flesh. Hypnotized by the ichor pumping through her chitinous body since rebirth, Vorpal has been trained in absolute subservience to the Mistress. Any demand, no matter how dangerous or degrading, is performed with an uncannily perverse glee. Her love for Grizelda dominates her thoughts, and she is highly possessive of her attention amongst the other abominations.