Set Al-Sayyid
Changeling Fighter/Hexblade
AC: 16 HP: 27
PP: 11 PIv: 12 PIs: 9
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Staring off into space, Set's mind conjures a nightmare from which he struggles to escape. His sister's stare back at him, eyeless, mouths yawning open in death as they seem to accuse him of allowing this to happen. They could be out there right now, suffering a fate as bad or worse than the bull while he stood here, powerless to stop it. He clenches both eyes shut trying to ward off the vision, but it persists even as he drops the hatchet to the ground, pressing two bloody palms into both eyelids.

As Set watches in his mind's eye, a stream of maggots issue forth from Sisi's mouth while Sythpen seems to decay into the earth, the worms feasting from her empty eye sockets and leaving nought but their waste behind.

Set feels a chink in his armor crack as his mind splinters at the thought of his sisters shrieking in pain, calling out to him for help that would never come until they're finally left to the maggots and worms. The strain of having sacrificed so much and come so far only to see them that way in his mind was more than he could bear.

The strange sensation of something crawling over his ear finally forces the image from his mind as Set swipes it away, a lone maggot flying to the earth. Suddenly he's possessed with an indescribable terror as a few flies and maggots still cling to his blood and filth-stained robes. He begins brushing them off frantically, but the bloody gloves only serve to spread the stain of their corruption further, his once-white robes covered in patches of the dull brown of dried blood and feces.

With all other thoughts finally turned aside, Set begins looking for a well or a trough for the animals, any water source he might use to get clean. He leaves his hatchet laying in the dirt as, at least for the moment, all other concerns pale in comparison to his need.