Elder Blood Witcher - 777 How to build a sn-dirt man.

“My sister… He kills my sister…” she chokes through tears. They others give words of sympathy but they all ring hollow. This was their lives now, slaves under beings without empathy for their troubles or even lives.

The realisation that she’d likely meet the same, equally callous and grizzly end fills her with dispair, “I-I don’t want to be here anymore…” she mutters quietly.

“There’s nothing that can be done… Atleast… Your sister is free now.” one slave says to try and comfort her.

The woman takes a knife and prepares to plunge it into her throat, “That’s right. There’s one way to escape!” she says, the trembling in her hand suddenly stopping as she stabs herself in the throat with determined precision…

The nearby women give muffled screams as the second person today drops dead, even now they managed to contain their horrified reactions as to not irritate their monstrous overlords…

Margarita watches all this happen and has an incling to do the same to herself, but quickly stifles that train of thought. She quickly walks towards the kitchens storeroom, accidentally treading bloody footprints with the first victim’s blood.

The storeroom was dim, with only a small window letting in light… Quickly she kneels down and uses her nails to get a grip on a floorboard, eventually finding a loose one. With some effort she eventually manages to pry it up, revealing the dirt foundation underneath…

Margarita ignores the pain of having some of her nails torn off and starts digging dirt out of the hole, gathering it at the side until she’s accumulated a small pile. “That should do…” she mutters, looking over and grabbing a nearby mortar.

She pulls out the gems she’d previously acquired, putting them on a sturdy-looking cutting board and using the skirt of her outfit to cover them as she raises the Mortar over her head.

*Thud*

She brings it down and hit the gems with the stone container, glancing at the door to check if anyone had heard the muffled impact… No? Good.

*Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud*

Margarita continues this for a while until she was sure all the gems had been shattered and rendered into dust… Luckily the Mortar hadn’t torn or left any noticeable marks on her outfit she thinks to herself as she pulls it off the gem dust.

Nodding to herself she scraps the dust into her dirt pile, applying some water to moisten it and make it workable before shaping it into a humanoid form… It’s only a foot or two tall, but it’ll do for now. She shoves it into a hemp bag and cleans up the mess she’d made, refitting the floorboard and making sure everything looked relatively normal.

Margarita exits and cleans the blood of the two women as she was told, carrying the bag with her the entire time…

She walks over to the oven and quickly shoves the mud-gem doll into it, adding some more wood to raise the temperature enough to harden it for her purposes.

After an anxious hour of nonchalantly waiting around she finally pulls out the dirt doll, stuffing it into a bag and slinking back into the storeroom…

With all the preparations complete there were only two more steps to go… It was fortunate that she was an Enchantress as any other magic user fitted with a Dimeritium collar would be rendered utterly useless.

She rests the doll on a cutting board and pulls out the cutlery she’d acquired, using a butterknife on the doll’s head to roughly carve out the runes it required to work. “Emet… Mysterious runes without known origins…” she mutters, using the prongs of a fork to sharpen the edges of the runes and make sure it’s accurate. A badly drawn rune could cause explosive results after all…

Margarita rubs the Dimeritium collar and sighs, “I can’t use magic to activate it, thus I have to resort to other means…” she mutters, using a steak knife to cut into her hand, wiping it over the runes. “Blood Magic… A taboo magic without many uses, lucky I learned it.”

The blood sinks into the dirt doll and the being slowly gets to its feet, the runes on its head dimly glowing a red colour…

Margarita pulls out a letter and stuffs it into a slit she’d made on the golem’s stomach previously, making sure it wouldn’t come out easily. With that she picks it up and opens the small window, using nightfall to allow it to escape the mansion without getting spotted. “Walk around the city until you find a magic-user… Give the letter to them if you find any.” she says, dropping the golem and sending it off.

She sighs to herself, “Hopefully someone who isn’t affiliated with the Vampires finds it… There must be people still resisting them, or at least some mages who evaded capture until now?… I should get some rest, I’ve been slacking on work today and will need to make up for it before the Vampires notice.”

Margarita bandages her arm and heads towards the Slave Quarters with a jug filled with water, so she’d have an excuse should she be accosted. Luckily she didn’t encounter any Vampires and got to her room safely, immediately throwing off her outfit and crawling into bed… The blood magic she used didn’t require any incantations or conscious magic use, but it did tax the body. Especially if her magic was restricted by Dimeritium… Hopefully she’d be able to sleep off the exhaustion though.