Watering the Bloodfire Orchard

Well, I guess technically it is an accurate description, and if you can get past the smell it is actually one of the safer chores to be assigned at Wizard's Peak.

— Jasper Cameron, Leader of The Bronze Raves.

  Aetoris grimaced, looking at the assignments. It may have been one of the safer duties to pull, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed Orchard duty. Still, it could be worse, plus Orchard duty always provided a surprising opprotunity to make some side income. Buoyed by that thought, Aetoris decided that today would be a good day after all.   On his way to the pile he stopped by Supply to see if anyone had requests out for bits or parts, as some wizard or warlock would usually pay for a demon eye, or a devil's hand. The gold was usually worth it. Grabbing a bag of holding and an enchanted blade Aetoris soon found touching the runestone to activate one of the carts and headed out to the field. The last incursion hadn't been too terribly bad, but there were still plenty of corpses to load and haul. Unfortunately, since the incursion was a relatively lite one the Scavengers had already picked all the corpses clean of usable items. In a bit of bonus luck, it looked like last nights incursion had been devil-spawn, which didn't smell nearly as bad as demons.   What followed was a long morning of lifting and tossing. Luckily the gear they were given had been refined over many years so that one's back was saved from repeatedly bending over, instead using a pitchfork-like instrument to toss smaller bits and bodies into the cart. An imp tossed in here, a chain devil arm there. The occasional glance at an erinyes mixed in with the lesser lemures, likely hoping to have escaped to wreak havoc out in the world. When Aetoris came upon something larger, like an Ice Devil, he simply maneuvered its body into position (after removing one of its hands, which had been requested by a maker of wizards staffs) and triggered the carts scoop, slow though it may be. The slowness of the scoop is why most assigned to Orchard duty used the pitchforks.   At precisely midday, the cart let out a chime, letting Aetoris know that it was time to head over to the orchard and begin unloading his cart. As such, he hopped up into the cartas it began to make its way to the Orchard on its pre-set path. Really, it was better than what Sarge said the old days were like. Carting bodies to the orchard one wheelbarrow at a time just sounded miserable. On the way over, He took out his axe, cutting up some of the larger bodies he had gathered and pocketing the occasional component that he could sell: Imp tails, hands from greater devils, the occasional eye where it could be easily plucked, They all went into the bag of holding.   As the orchard came into view Aetoris took up the throwing position at the rear of the cart. Once the cart started to shake, going over the roots of the first trees he started tossing out the contents of the cart. Newcomers always expected something flashy, thinking the roots would spring up, or the branches would bend down and impale the bodies. Having been here for over a year Aetoris knew that the Bloodfire Mangos worked much slower than that. It would not be until tonight that the real action began in the orchard. It was a blessing, as some people obviously had not been around corpses. A crushed corpse stank though through some magic of the trees the smell never lingered for long. Small blessings.