← Your Sword is Long and Impractical

Now that your blade is half as long and weighs half as much, you can actually sorta hold it. While the hippogriff is distracted stomping on what was, for a whole hour, your most valuable possession in the whole world, you plunge the broken Killfinger into the back of the hippogriff’s neck. 

The beast stumbles for a moment, whinnies its final neigh, then flops dead to the ground in a pool of purple blood. You dip your finger into the blood and taste it. You’re surprised by how delicious and full-bodied the blood is, like a mulled wine. Inspired, you get on your knees and start slurping up yummy blood into your mouth. Mmm, blood!

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