Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140205143614

Kaizen spent several hours in his office. His small fortress of solitude in this, revered, sanctuary. He had dedicated the night and early hours of the morning to sculpting the Imperial's body with a draw knife. Like all traitors, his corpse must be desecrated accordingly. Kaizen removed large strips of skin and plucked his organs and bones from the traitor's shattered corpse, he sawed off the lower jaw a tenderised the skin.

There...

He stepped back, looking at his masterpiece with a sigh, brought on by his feeling of accomplishment...