The Kin-Eater

Emmaline didn’t like the implication of greater dangers beyond what they were already dealing with. They barely survived the Gnoll’s as it was. “What do you mean?”

Gruul returned to parting the animal again. “We should probably start a fire.” He didn’t seem to direct that at anyone but Emmaline began making a small fire pit as he continued. “He is a mad shaman that is channeling the Kin-Eater.”

Emmaline couldn’t place that name and, judging from their faces, neither could the others. Becky leant forward with her notebook out. “Is that some sort of god?”

Gruul shrugged. “I don’t understand your gods. We Gnolls worship spirits of various kinds. The Kin-Eater is an elder spirit of Lust, Hunger, and Cannibalism.”

Emmaline stopped and spun to face him. “Cannibalism! Are they going to eat the prisoners too?”Becky was also standing and looking pale.

Gruul looked confused for a moment. “Eat the pris- Oh! No! Sorry that was a bad translation.”

The Bravos all relaxed, Liv expression almost immediately turned back to anger. “How do you screw up and get to fucking ‘cannibalism’!”

Gruul raised his hands in surrender. “Your tongue is difficult! It is similar. ‘**** of the family’ is closer.”

Becky, notebook at the ready, was quick to ask for more. “So it’s a spirit of madness?”

Gruul thought for a moment before responding. “Yes. The Kin-Eater wants its followers to indulge in lust for purely lust’s sake. Its curses linger at the edges of your body for long after they are inflicted. Like with you all right now.”

Becky paused in her note-taking. “What do you mean ‘with us’?”

Gruul gestured to the Bravos with a nod of his head. “That dark magic may have ended and given you your minds back, but the magic lingers. It has seeped into you and made you sensitive to touch, especially to other lust spells and similar magics.”

Becky scribbled furiously. “Fascinating.”

Liv shook her head. “No it fucking isn’t! You mean to tell me that we are one wrong move from being captured by some magic again.”

Gruul shook his head. “Considering the magic cast on us, you will lose yourself quickly against our cocks. At least for a while.”

Liv blushed bright red and looked away. “Fucking great.”

Becky didn’t look any less fascinated. “What has he cast on you? There were runes painted on the Chieftain but I didn’t see anything on the others.”

Emmaline cut in before Becky could get distracted. “You said it lingers but there has to be a way to remove the magic, right?”