[ It's now or never. With the creature momentarily restrained, the Librarian darts towards its lower half and lets ritualistic instinct take over. He opens his hand over the gaping wound of the half-body, dusting it with grains of Bitterblack Salts and, with a slight grimace, traces into it with a finger a sigil of the Sun-in-Rags.
He had not produced as much of the salts as he would have tinkering in his Library, but perhaps it doesn't matter. Bitterblack Salts are no mere table condiment. They are an alchemical reagent, the first rung on the ascent to Orpiment Exultant—potent even in small amounts.
Still, even the Librarian is surprised as the the grains begin to work upon the wound, the flesh hissing and giving off a bitter smoke with the mingled scent of carbon and licorice. He steps back as the rigid legs of the thing begin to kick and twitch, as if in death throes, then turns helplessly to where his new acquaintance is still struggling with the beast. He can only hope the ritual will have had a similar effect upon the creature's upper half. ]
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He had not produced as much of the salts as he would have tinkering in his Library, but perhaps it doesn't matter. Bitterblack Salts are no mere table condiment. They are an alchemical reagent, the first rung on the ascent to Orpiment Exultant—potent even in small amounts.
Still, even the Librarian is surprised as the the grains begin to work upon the wound, the flesh hissing and giving off a bitter smoke with the mingled scent of carbon and licorice. He steps back as the rigid legs of the thing begin to kick and twitch, as if in death throes, then turns helplessly to where his new acquaintance is still struggling with the beast. He can only hope the ritual will have had a similar effect upon the creature's upper half. ]