Eerie sounds and the smell of burnt electricity and brass emminated from the beakers.
"So simple..... hah! I must have been blind not to see the answer!"
Silron had gotten a recipe from a rather shady character he met in the boar.
The incantation consisted of several components. Some alchemical.... some magical.... and a sacrifice....
Sacrifice a maiden to obtain mortality....
Silron smirked over the irony, as many before him had done the same thing trying to achieve the exact oposite....
In a corner, he had his sacrifice, bound, wrapped up in cloth and gagged.
The maiden he had aquired through some gold he gave to two thugs to beat her unconcious and smuggle her in discretely, no questions asked.
They delivered and he payed them, but that was in the past now.
He slumped the wriggling mummy upon the operating table.
He drank the brew he so carefully had been cooking in secret for weeks.
The brew was golden in colour and hissed as he poured it down his throat.
He winced at the burning sensation in his throat.
Then he started the chants, initiating the ritual. He chanted for several hours until he could feel the very power surge through his body.
He folded his hands, looked down and swallowed.
He looked at his victim...clearly in doubt.....
He cracked his neck once to each side.... then he motioned to speak...
"This way I will no longer be bound to her...... this way I can continue my work... doing my job as a physician...."
He looked at the dagger.... frowned slightly, as be brushed a ball of dust of it....
"you see my dear Cecilia.....it is all for the greater good....I will try to make it as painless as possible....."
The mummy responded with muffled shouts and screaming, kicking and wriggling.....
He grasped the dagger with both hands, and lifted it in the air preparing for the strike....
He chanted extatically as the ritual was escalating to its climax, leaving a gloomy unnatural shadow creeping along the walls, only interrupted by slithering bands of purple haze.
A muffled choke was heard from the mummy as the dagger gouged into her chest....and at that same instant the first drop of her blood touched the knife, Silron staggered backwards, wincing, screaming in pain...as every drop of blood from her that was assimilated into the dagger gave him a natural life back....
At that very moment the door slammed open.... silron's terrified eyes met the shocked eyes of a hulking half orc....
What's the ruckus?....
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What's the ruckus?....
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*Hakiseth stumbled his way from the bench infront of peribo's to the Blue Boar, where he and a few friends were drinking the night away until Peribo came out and shoo'd them off. He then heard Silron's screams and winced.*
"Damnit Silron.. feh, some people are tryin ta get some bloody rest around here.. ya bloody, morbid lunatic.."
*He spat to the side and slowly continued his way towards the boar to his usual room, stumbling every other step*
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"Damnit Silron.. feh, some people are tryin ta get some bloody rest around here.. ya bloody, morbid lunatic.."
*He spat to the side and slowly continued his way towards the boar to his usual room, stumbling every other step*
//Back so soon?
Hehe welcome back
Mikela shuddered and slowly turned to glance over her shoulder, back towards the village. A soft rustle in the trees, a low hoot from an owl and the soft trickling from the small river broke the eerie silence that followed the high pitched scream. The woman lowered her bow that had been aiming at tomorrow night's dinner - a young deer that had now taken the opportunity and hurried into the shadows. A frown grew on the pale, perfect skin, slowly, silently she turned to face the village gates.
The shadows around her thickened, chattering and whispering grew loud as screams inside her head - Druaga lost a soul he had been clutching, a soul that returned to natural life. He was not pleased, not pleased at all.
"Take him. Take his life.. His soul.. His life.. Take it."
Quickly, Mikela shook her head, beads of sweat portruding on her forehead as she glanced down her left-hand side, to another bow that hung from a leather belt around her waist.
"Take him. Mikela.. Take him.."
The whispering continued as Mikela stepped within the village walls again, without a sound she fought a battle she was unsure she could ever win. She came to a halt just outside the large wooden doors to the hopsital, turning her head slighty towards the wind to listen. No, not a sound. Mikela slithered into the shadows and squeezed her eyes shut, silently beckoning for the raging battle within her to stop. She pressed up against a wall, listening, waiting..
The shadows around her thickened, chattering and whispering grew loud as screams inside her head - Druaga lost a soul he had been clutching, a soul that returned to natural life. He was not pleased, not pleased at all.
"Take him. Take his life.. His soul.. His life.. Take it."
Quickly, Mikela shook her head, beads of sweat portruding on her forehead as she glanced down her left-hand side, to another bow that hung from a leather belt around her waist.
"Take him. Mikela.. Take him.."
The whispering continued as Mikela stepped within the village walls again, without a sound she fought a battle she was unsure she could ever win. She came to a halt just outside the large wooden doors to the hopsital, turning her head slighty towards the wind to listen. No, not a sound. Mikela slithered into the shadows and squeezed her eyes shut, silently beckoning for the raging battle within her to stop. She pressed up against a wall, listening, waiting..
"Something is... broken.
"What's broken, Alice?"
"...I am."
"What's broken, Alice?"
"...I am."
Meanwhile inside the hospital....
The hulking half orc stared at Silron in awe..... he was used to experiments of this kind on silron's part.
There was an awkward silence....
Silron, free from his fit of agnoizing revitalization...darted his eyes around... realizing what predicament he was in....
"What yous up to?" The horc smiled and waltzed over to the mummy.
He lifted the veil from Cecilia's face... he stiffened in his smile, and stood there smiling for a over a second, then his face dropped.
His eyes darted to Silron, then down at "The linen lady", (as he had come to know her, during their many nights of chatting in the hospital dining hall... ) then back at Silron again....
"what goin on?" He asked with an expression of mixed confusion and denial... His lower lip motioned to form words such as "Who, what, why" and the likes...
They both felt the tension in the air... no one made a move, as any move at this point would be a too sudden one.
They lingered, feeling the situation strangle them, waiting for the other one to react, and at the same time weighing the neccessity of doing anything at all....
Suddenly Silron motioned to run, but out of share reflex Butch was motioning to block him.
They darted back and forth a few times, until Silron toppled a science tube in Butch's direction!
The tube smashed, and shards of thick coarse glass spread across the floor.
Butch initiated a charge, but reconsidered when he saw Silron chanting, weaving the threads of magical energy between his palms.
In almost one smooth motion, butch ripped the huge axe from the hilt on his back, and with a roar, he hurled it towards the mage!
Simultaneously a swarm of magic missiles left Silron's hands passing the axe mid-air towards butch.
A loud "Chuck!" was heard as the axe splintered Silron's chest, and actually stuck him to the boards on the wall behind him!
A half of a blink of an eye later, the magic missiles hit butch all over, and he yelled out in pain, as the magical energy surged through his body!
Then he slumped to his knees, resting his hands upon them.
He gazed up at the dead mage hanging at the wall with weary eyes.
He had scorchmarks everywhere.
He dragged himself across the floor over to the mummy, with the now unveiled maiden's face.
He pulled her down from the table, and cradled her in his arms.
He could barely move his legs, and limp pushes towards the floor shoved them inch by inch closer to the door, where aid was not far away.
As they reached the door, Butch was exhausted.
He leant back against the doorpost, breathing heavily, whimpering as he tried to conjure more strength to move on...
Then he sank down slightly, his eyes slowly glazing, a single tear running down his cheek, his face portraying nothing but sorrow, his pupils widened.....
Bloodstained.. golden locks of hair spreading out over his lap.... she looked asleep....so peaceful...his fingers trying to caress the locks as if trying to comfort her....
Butch sighed...and leaned his head slowly to the side, never closing his eyes....
Then there was no more......
The hulking half orc stared at Silron in awe..... he was used to experiments of this kind on silron's part.
There was an awkward silence....
Silron, free from his fit of agnoizing revitalization...darted his eyes around... realizing what predicament he was in....
"What yous up to?" The horc smiled and waltzed over to the mummy.
He lifted the veil from Cecilia's face... he stiffened in his smile, and stood there smiling for a over a second, then his face dropped.
His eyes darted to Silron, then down at "The linen lady", (as he had come to know her, during their many nights of chatting in the hospital dining hall... ) then back at Silron again....
"what goin on?" He asked with an expression of mixed confusion and denial... His lower lip motioned to form words such as "Who, what, why" and the likes...
They both felt the tension in the air... no one made a move, as any move at this point would be a too sudden one.
They lingered, feeling the situation strangle them, waiting for the other one to react, and at the same time weighing the neccessity of doing anything at all....
Suddenly Silron motioned to run, but out of share reflex Butch was motioning to block him.
They darted back and forth a few times, until Silron toppled a science tube in Butch's direction!
The tube smashed, and shards of thick coarse glass spread across the floor.
Butch initiated a charge, but reconsidered when he saw Silron chanting, weaving the threads of magical energy between his palms.
In almost one smooth motion, butch ripped the huge axe from the hilt on his back, and with a roar, he hurled it towards the mage!
Simultaneously a swarm of magic missiles left Silron's hands passing the axe mid-air towards butch.
A loud "Chuck!" was heard as the axe splintered Silron's chest, and actually stuck him to the boards on the wall behind him!
A half of a blink of an eye later, the magic missiles hit butch all over, and he yelled out in pain, as the magical energy surged through his body!
Then he slumped to his knees, resting his hands upon them.
He gazed up at the dead mage hanging at the wall with weary eyes.
He had scorchmarks everywhere.
He dragged himself across the floor over to the mummy, with the now unveiled maiden's face.
He pulled her down from the table, and cradled her in his arms.
He could barely move his legs, and limp pushes towards the floor shoved them inch by inch closer to the door, where aid was not far away.
As they reached the door, Butch was exhausted.
He leant back against the doorpost, breathing heavily, whimpering as he tried to conjure more strength to move on...
Then he sank down slightly, his eyes slowly glazing, a single tear running down his cheek, his face portraying nothing but sorrow, his pupils widened.....
Bloodstained.. golden locks of hair spreading out over his lap.... she looked asleep....so peaceful...his fingers trying to caress the locks as if trying to comfort her....
Butch sighed...and leaned his head slowly to the side, never closing his eyes....
Then there was no more......
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The sky shall rain fire!...The seas shall become as blood!...The righteous shall fall to the wicked, and all of creation shall tremble, before the burning standards of hell!
And feel free to move this thread to a more proper location....Mikela winced as flashes of light lit up the inside of the hospital. Slowly, with a deep frown of concern, she stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight, ignoring any beckoning from the Lord of the Underworld as she made her way through the large doors of the hospital.
Tilting her head slightly, she sniffed at the air, slowly turning in each direction to gaze down the halls. The air of death was eminent, it was not to be ignored. However, this -was- after all a hospital, people died and were born here every day. Right? Mikela wandered down the hall to the left, knocking on Natalia's door with no result. The woman shook her head and sighed, noting the empty dining hall as she proceeded around the hall ways.
The sight drained all color from her already pale face. The large half-orc that had been Mikela's mentor and friend, the little lady that had yet to grow up and learn of life's treachery lay in his arms so peaceful, so beatiful. One glance up and the sight of the red-clad mage filled Mikela's vision instead. She narrowed her eyes, instantly drawing the conclusion as to who caused the death of her loved ones.
Not touching a thing, Mikela ran out of the hospital, gasping for air and fighting the nausea, trying to determine who to run to first.. Her superiors or the one person she trusted..
Tilting her head slightly, she sniffed at the air, slowly turning in each direction to gaze down the halls. The air of death was eminent, it was not to be ignored. However, this -was- after all a hospital, people died and were born here every day. Right? Mikela wandered down the hall to the left, knocking on Natalia's door with no result. The woman shook her head and sighed, noting the empty dining hall as she proceeded around the hall ways.
The sight drained all color from her already pale face. The large half-orc that had been Mikela's mentor and friend, the little lady that had yet to grow up and learn of life's treachery lay in his arms so peaceful, so beatiful. One glance up and the sight of the red-clad mage filled Mikela's vision instead. She narrowed her eyes, instantly drawing the conclusion as to who caused the death of her loved ones.
Not touching a thing, Mikela ran out of the hospital, gasping for air and fighting the nausea, trying to determine who to run to first.. Her superiors or the one person she trusted..
"Something is... broken.
"What's broken, Alice?"
"...I am."
"What's broken, Alice?"
"...I am."
He heard the commotion inside the hospital and just froze in his steps, listening to see if anything happens next, he waited a few minutes just standing there until he heard the sound of rushed foot steps and turned around to see Mikela rushing out of the hopital.
"er..", he tried to bring together the words to call her out, but it was too late, she was already gone.
Knowing damn well Az wouldn't appreciate him snooping around inside of there, he rubbed his eye and slowly made his way towards the hospital anyways, where he tried as hard as possible to stick to the shadows and not be seen, but this was near impossible for there were lanterns lit up everywhere inside. He slowly made his way towards Silron's lab, it was the first place that came to his mind that if there would be anything troubling inside, it definately would be his doing.
He siddled accross the wall until he reached the lab's wide open door, where he slowly reached for his bow and notched an arrow. Hakiseth slowly entered the room, first seeing a small pool of blood on the floor, then Silron's corpse on the wall, then finally the horc and the girl on the floor.
He felt his stomach rise, and tightened his grip around his bow. His shaky hand guided the weapon's sight around the room, making sure he was alone.
Hakiseth then slowly lowered his gaze to the two fallen ones on the floor and slowly released the pressure on his bow, until he could hold it by the string and arrow, and checked Butch's pulse, then cringed, but he didn't really feel the need to check the mummy's.
He snapped his gaze to what was once Silron, "I knew ya were a no good waste of flesh, ya scum!". He turned his back and slowly made his way towards the door, but stopped suddenly and threw his bow aside, as he picked up one of the chairs that were arranged in the lab and threw it in Silron's direction, shattering accross his skull.
"feh..", he spat aside and pushed what ever was on the lab work bench aside and sat upon it, pulling out his last cigar and lighting it with one of the lanterns, where he just sat there waiting, not exaclty sure what to do.
"er..", he tried to bring together the words to call her out, but it was too late, she was already gone.
Knowing damn well Az wouldn't appreciate him snooping around inside of there, he rubbed his eye and slowly made his way towards the hospital anyways, where he tried as hard as possible to stick to the shadows and not be seen, but this was near impossible for there were lanterns lit up everywhere inside. He slowly made his way towards Silron's lab, it was the first place that came to his mind that if there would be anything troubling inside, it definately would be his doing.
He siddled accross the wall until he reached the lab's wide open door, where he slowly reached for his bow and notched an arrow. Hakiseth slowly entered the room, first seeing a small pool of blood on the floor, then Silron's corpse on the wall, then finally the horc and the girl on the floor.
He felt his stomach rise, and tightened his grip around his bow. His shaky hand guided the weapon's sight around the room, making sure he was alone.
Hakiseth then slowly lowered his gaze to the two fallen ones on the floor and slowly released the pressure on his bow, until he could hold it by the string and arrow, and checked Butch's pulse, then cringed, but he didn't really feel the need to check the mummy's.
He snapped his gaze to what was once Silron, "I knew ya were a no good waste of flesh, ya scum!". He turned his back and slowly made his way towards the door, but stopped suddenly and threw his bow aside, as he picked up one of the chairs that were arranged in the lab and threw it in Silron's direction, shattering accross his skull.
"feh..", he spat aside and pushed what ever was on the lab work bench aside and sat upon it, pulling out his last cigar and lighting it with one of the lanterns, where he just sat there waiting, not exaclty sure what to do.
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Falson stood on the walls of Dragonwatch, watching the village of Daris from afar. Suddenly, the outpouring of magic snapped his attention to the hospital.
"What in the nine hells are you doing Silron?" Falson muttered, watching as the magic unfurled, "damn you foolish wizard."
Falson practiclly jumped off the walks, incanting haste as he went. Something was seriously amis in Daris.
"What in the nine hells are you doing Silron?" Falson muttered, watching as the magic unfurled, "damn you foolish wizard."
Falson practiclly jumped off the walks, incanting haste as he went. Something was seriously amis in Daris.
-Falson Almaran, sorcerer
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*Was a beautiful sunrise this day. Clouded and very grey, really. Kell sat glancing out over the ocean seperating Dasaria from the Necropolis, he was longing for his home. The night he had spent with Celadrith, she was still resting in the small tent behind him. He had yet to be bothered to dress up and get decent; the cold wind felt too good to be dismissed by clothing right now. Both his hands rested behind him, on the cold stones. This is when and why he felt a shift. Almost instantly he slid his mind to see the world of spirits, the world that had become so much like home for him. He tried to find what was trying to draw his attention. Upon finding it he just smiled.*
Kell Dy'ner, Archcriminal of Daris
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