Chapter 7

(Four and a half months later...) And so down into the Corprusarium he went, until he came across Vistha Kai. Where as Ndugu couldn't really look him in the eye, he was still pleasant to talk to, but the Redguard's thoughts kept wandering back to what Fyr said about this former Argonian sex slave.

"Urm, hey...you must be Vistha Kai..." Ndugu said.

"Are you here to plunder the dungeon? That's fine, only-" Kai began, but was cut off.

"-Wait, why would I be here for THAT reason? Just 'cause I'm black doesn't mean I'm gonna-" Ndugu started, heatedly.

"No, no," Kai said patiently, as though he'd dealt with Redguards before, "this is somewhat of a sport for Lord Fyr, he lets all manner of thieves and apparently rapists in his tower so they can steal priceless artifacts, as well as his daughter's virginity," he said.

"...What? Daughters? You mean those desperately horny women that jumped me and drained me of practically all of my bodily fluids below my waist?" Ndugu asked.

"Ah, the special treatment, you must be a patient. You're remarkably sane for one with the divine disease. How did you contract it?" Kai asked, curiously.

"Urm, well I sort of got really angry at this Altmer, Arrille or whats-his-name, for trying to buy this ring I sto-" he caught himself in mid-word and continued "...recieved as payment for doing a quest, for only 10 gold!"

"And it just sort of...spawned it's self in your rectum?" Kai asked.

"Well...yeah...seems strange, no?"

"Indeed," Kai agreed. There was an awkward silence as they thought about this.

"Well then, in you go," Kai said as he grabbed Ndugu and flung him in through the wooden gate.

"What the fu-!" SLAM, and the gate was sealed. Ndugu got up and brushed himself off, and trudged forward. There was a thick layer of white slim coating the entire floor, and Ndugu discovered, to his own horror, that it was indeed human flesh decayed into a fine paste. Eyeballs, teeth, bones, hair, and other bodyparts or pieces of tissue were scattered amongst the rot, and it smelled quite...like white chocolate? Ndugu reached down and grabbed a fistful of the matter and shoved it in his mouth on a whim, which wouldn't have appeared as though a very good idea to the average person, but...at least nothing horrible came of it, unless you count the song and dance number he felt obligated to perform upon discovering that the fermented organs and flesh WAS white chocolate.

"I never thought that flesh could taste, so very good when made into paste
But now I see that rot can be so very good for me
'Cause skin will turn into candy
(La la la lala la la la)
Decaying flesh will taste the best when made from whitey

It's cho-co-late that tastes the best when made from MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(La la la lala la la la la la lala laaaaaa laaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaa!)"

As he sang he would fling himself into the corpsey goo and make flesh angels, took huge bites off of the corprus beasts, and as the last "la"s were sang (?) he ran and jumped, landing on his knees with his arms outstretched and skidding through the decayed matter to the feet of another of Fyr's daughters and a fat cyborg on a weird spider machine. Upon viewing this Ndugu-

"-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed in horror and ran, still screaming, out of the dungeon. Before he could get so far as to escape, however, the Fyr daughter threw a Dwarven War Axe as though it were a tomahawk and pinned Ndugu against the wall with it's blade. She went up to him, placed her foot on his back, and yanked the axe out of him. This was about when blood started gushing out of a large wound on Ndugu's back.

"HOLY SHIT, I thought I'd been doing rather well with throwing these things!" she cried.

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Ndugu yelled in agony and collapsed. He awoke several hours later to the hideously bloated face of a dwemer.

"You'd better get these to Lord Fyr, he probably never expected you to take a war axe in the back, unless you'd like to look at the milk and dark chocolate halls, that is," said Yargrum as he offered a pair of montrously large Dwemer Boots of Flying.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ndugu screamed. Then he stopped and thought. "Wait, what's that made from?"

"Urm...well, you," Yargrum admitted sheepishly.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ndugu screamed again as he took the boots and ran out of the Corprusarium.

Divayth Fyr was in the Hall of Fyr, messing with his alchemical set (mixing elven flesh to see what sort of chocolate THAT made) when he heard screams getting lounder and lounder.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ndugu finished as he stopped a couple feet from Divayth. "I got yer boots!" he said pleasantly and offered them to him.

"Ah, thank you. What did you think of my Corprusarium?" he asked.

"Delicious!" Ndugu said, rubbing his belly in a satisfied manner.

"WHAT!" Divayth asked, horrified.

"Now then, about that cure," Ndugu said.

"Er...yes, well, I'm afraid it isn't quite perfected, but I'm sure that if you do explode that the world won't mourn the lose of a cannibalistic freak like you, much less one who is a Redguard," Fyr said, and gave him the potion. Ndugu drank it and the magic began it's work inside of him...