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| [GRP] Wrong Place, Wrong Time; [P] Renacen | |
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| Vaelren | Sat Dec 3, 2011 10:40 am Post #1 |
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"Oi, elf! C'mere, help me lift this bloody column! There's somethin' shiny down under it. Might be worth some coin!" He really knew how to pick them, that was for sure. Every single one of his associates of late was either an idiot or a homicidal freak. He just couldn't find a happy medium. Nevertheless, the new one had his uses. He'd been a bandit, until he'd been captured by authorities in Kellen for pulling a dagger on an off-duty guard, but his poor choices didn't outweigh his brute strength -something the wood elf relied on due to his particularly shoddy skills with a blade. But still, he really wished he could find someone a tad more intelligent to run with. Vael rolled his eyes as his human comrade struggled to lift a pillar that was far, far too heavy for any man, even with the help of a wood elf- no, especially with the help of a wood elf, to lift. He could tell from where he was standing that it was just an old, rusted sword with a small patch of steel that hadn't yet succumbed to the elements. "You know it's just an old rusted blade, right? Why don't ya look around, see if you can find somethin' that's actually worth digging up. Should be plenty of relics and trinkets layin' around here for the both of us to make some decent money." The man shook his head, continuing his futile attempt to lift the massive stone column. He sure was persistent, Vaelren had to give him that. He sighed and looked around the ruined building they'd ventured into in search of loot, hoping to find something of decent enough value to get him a place to sleep for the next few nights. He'd grown tired of sleeping in the wilderness, and every now and again he enjoyed the company of the occasional barmaid at the end of a long day's worth of pickpocketing and treasure hunting. As he turned over a table draped in a moth-eaten tablecloth, something caught his eye, causing him to raise a brow and take a closer look. A glint of silver, small, but still a possible keeper. He knelt down and reached to pick it up, then grinned. That little silver glint ended up being an amulet, fastened to a thin silver chain. As he eyed the strange piece, something in the back of his head told him to put it down, but curious as he was, he couldn't help but continue to examine it. A sapphire rested in the middle of the circular item of jewelry, though, strangely, it was in the shape of a skull, nearly flawless in design. The more he looked at it, the more that foreboding feeling in the back of his mind grew, but he continued to dismiss it. Figuring he'd show his partner, more so to laugh in his face than anything else, he started to stand. As he pulled himself up and turned around however, his eyes grew wide. The sword that laid beneath the pillar shifted, and a low, ominous moan came from its direction. At that moment, the amulet flashed, then shattered in his hand. Shards of the jewel dug into his palm, causing him to quickly grasp it. "Ow! What in the-" He was interrupted by the groaning that came from behind the pillar. His human companion slowly turned around, gripping his two handed sword by the hilt and unsheathing it. Something was happening, and by the noises and that sickening feeling in the back of Vael's head, it wasn't good... |
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| Dusker | Sun Dec 4, 2011 8:36 am Post #2 |
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The orbless sockets turned their attention to the dark top-hatted figure whose coat swayed just a bit from the light wind that pushed its way through the decrepit ruins of this ancient city. Even without eyes, the doubt would be so obvious in what it was doing from its place, five feet deep and standing on an old decayed coffin, buried in the dirt so long ago. "There comes a certain excess in just how much one can take to the grave, don't you think?" Came the shallow-sounding voice before the faint echo of a spell being cast which quickly gave way to a purple spark that glowed bright against the darkness for the split second it exist before it set alight the now-red end of a cigarette. The skeleton shrugged its shoulders at the comment, turning its attention back towards the rotted wood is stood upon. A deal was a deal, after all, and this soul agreed to let the necromancer use its services free of cost for bringing it back from the cold void of its afterlife. Elves and humans weren't the only scavengers this night... The necromancer simply chose to put a bit more effort into his work, robbing from the long-since-dead of yesteryear, to put their own artifacts towards maintaining what could loosely be described as a life. Whatever Renacen may be, he still needed to eat. And surely the pay from this grave alone would prove more than enough to serve him venison and wine for a week. The skeleton raised its shovel high to the sky before it brought the full weight of its shoulder down upon the wooden frame of the coffin, its bones shuddering audibly to the shock of the blow, yet the wood did not even splinter. The skeleton paused for a moment before rising the shovel once more to strike the coffin, again no damage and its bones shuddered. The second failed attempt brought the necromancer to look down towards the hole, his white pupils piercing through the veil of darkness that otherwise obscured his face, the small monkey skull in his top-hat chattering just a bit as the spirit in the smoke of his cigarette took form. "Stop." Came the single word from past his pale white lips as he raised his hand to his partner in crime, the magic of necrosis working its way through the bones of the undead, leaving the shovel high in its hans, its skull turning to the necromancer with a clear sense of annoyance. "Wood this old would have broken by now... Something isn't right." "You stopping me!" Shouted the skeleton, its first words in its undeath, though it sounded incredibly alive like the man it had used to be, a fact which would have surprised even it if it had not been so overcome with rage at its failed efforts of shattering the casket, forcing its will to bring the shovel once more to meet with the rotten wood. To its joy, it succeeded with this time... And to its dismay, a volley of spirits rose forth and began to dismantle it, bringing it into their home which it had disturbed, leaving the skeleton to scream in panic and terror. "I brought him back... Just for him to die again..." Renacen muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette and taking a step back. "Clearly fate had its plan set in stone for him." Came the haunting and ethereal voice of the spirit in his smoke, drifting just slightly as its visage trailed in the smoke. "Chances that they'll realize there's dark power remaining from the Black Harvest?" Renacen asked, taking several more steps back from the reopened grave. Before the spirit had the chance to respond, a torrent of tormented spirits, entrapped there from the year before, burst free from the hole in the ground, waves of them soaring high into the sky, bringing a heavy power with them which forced the necromancer's hair and clothes to thrash about violently around him, the spirits coming close to him with all of their threatening presence, seeking for a life to take and a body to control... Yet they found none in him, and quickly left him to be as they scattered throughout the ruins, taking the corpses of mindless undead and those long buried, perhaps their own bodies. "High." Finally came the spirit's answer as the necromancer blew a puff of smoke from his lips, looking up towards the now-clear air about them, void of the angry spirits that had erupted from the grave. "We should probably do something about this..." He muttered before placing the cigarette back to his lips. "Get me out of this hole!" Came the aggravated shouting of the skeleton... Poor bastard managed to be alright, after all. |
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