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Drained of his energy and sore Quin stood, bleeding from small cuts, his hand clutching his side from where a stray bullet had hit. Ordering his servants home they slowly obeyed as he looked around, looking to see what damages they had caused. "Damn won't be able to use this place for a while." Picking through the remains of the puppets he looked for ones that had those many shotting guns. He would need to study them to even out the next battle. Summoning the demon had helped, but his sanity was fraying because of it and as his strength seeped away the Shoggoth diffted into nothingness, seemingly consuming itself. "Thank you Shub-Nigurath."

In the light of day the destruction took on a whole new feel. Each step he took was pained, it would shuder up his leg to his shoulder. seeming to double at his side. "Damn it Quin, why'd you have to do this. Your going to reopen your wounds and bleed some more at this rate." Digging through the reckage he located one of the weapons those puppets had employed, around it lay a scattering of small metalic tubes. Pocketing some for study he took his knife out and began to break apart the outer casing that held the weapon. He was going to find out how this thing worked.

Quin heard the voice, but his attention was drawn to the complex machinery. Carefully taking it apart he located the firing pin, the hammer, trigger, and barrel, but the rest of it confused him. The barrel was too clean for all the shots fired, there would need to be more grit in it for all those shots and how where they able to fire so fast. Maybe that was what the spot that met the barrel and had another opening. Taking out one of the metal tubes he slid it through the openings, finding it fitting. "Well I think I understand the basic principle. But I'm not sure if I could replicate it."

"Yeah, Cloud should be of help, I'll gran another one I haven't cracked open and take it to her sometime soon, I'll get Percy to grab me some more so I can look at them at home." Looking over his shoulder, "Huh, oh the wounds, I'm fine." To prove his point he stood up, his legs wobbled a bit and he had to work at concealing the pain.

"Fine Morgan, I'll go home, but before I do, tell me this. How did Rivven come out?" Quin had put down the weapon and was walking towards her. "How is he?"

"It's ok, I deserved it." Placing a hand on her shoulder he walked past her, "Good to know he's all right. Don't know what will happen next time, don't think I'll be able to summon another Shoggoth so quickly."

He spun on his heel at her question, his face was warped with horror, a shuddering voice echoed from quivering lips, "No." shaking his head, "I won't teach you. That thing eats away at my sanity. Just summoning it put me through hell as I felt as though my body was being twisted in all the wrong ways. as a chill that seeped in so frightening cold that it seemed to burn all my senses. I can hear it in the back of my head, chanting with maddening glee, saying its mantras before the sound of pipes. I once told you that all knowlege is worth having, but that knowlege comes at a price. I don't want to see you pay the price. I unkowningly gave my soul unto powers that care not for humanity, creatures that would as soon kill us all on accident then mean to."

Nodding his head, he shook himself, "Yes... yes, I need rest... that's what I need." Shivering he began the trek home. He had stired the images in his head and they frighten him. Perhaps some rest would be nice and he could find someway to get his name out of that horrible book.