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Anchent Tome; [p] Melmoth
Topic Started: Fri Jun 15, 2012 1:50 am (449 Views)
Nia
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The wind had picked up, threatening to storm as the sun started to finally set. The old corpse of some city lay about a lone figure that was shifting through some collapsed building looking for a spark. She felt some sort of… something… here. It had been pestering her all day and she was not even able to enjoy the music of the slowly collecting rain storm. It wouldn’t be a strong rain, but it was something she normally would be pleasantly distracted by. Instead she heard, well… felt, a nagging caused by whatever it was in here.

With a shove of the remains of a once sturdy oak bookcase, she saw the corner of something metallic. She reached out for it and when she touched it… nothing. Now annoyed, she kicked it and caused the remaining wood to crumble into dust as the object was forced from where it had been lodged. She coughed, waving her hand in front of her as the dust settled.

It was a trunk. She walked over to it and was surprised to see that the thing was somehow whole…. and locked. Magic locked trunk. Lovely. She was about to walk away when she felt a tugging from the bag on her hip. She reached inside and pulled out the offending object. It was some old key she had kept for some reason. She looked at the key, then to the box, and back. The design on the metal was… similar. With a roll of her eyes she knelt down to open the trunk. Magic being what it was she let out a noticeable groan as the lock slid in perfectly, and she turned it. The lock clicked.

Before she could open the trunk though, there was a flash of light. In all truth she expected some monster guardian who would now wish to fight her like she was some foolish do-gooder…. But there was nothing. In fact, even the trunk was gone. She looked down to instead see a book. It was the same colors as the trunk, even with the same metal decorations. A lock was set in it, the key in the lock, and the lock was open.

Nia frowned. How odd. She picked up the book, looked around, and decided she was going to move away from here just in case. Picking up the ancient tome, she moved deeper into the overgrown ruins. Finding a good place to sit, she sat herself down and carefully opened the book. She didn’t sense any magic warning or flair. Surprised there was no trap, she looked down at the words on the page. Many, she recognized. They were the words for her spells. There were a lot she didn’t know though. One looked rather… familiar?

She frowned and tried to read it. It wasn’t making sense though. She started to speak the words carefully out loud without realizing she was sounding them out. As soon as she finished the last syllable, the meaning seemed to snap into her mind. Call Ghost. Calls the spirit to come back from the dead. Ghosts cannot physically harm material creatures and can pass through any non-magical object, though their touch is icy. They are intelligent and can’t be forced into action. Weak spirits are easier to control then more powerful ones. The spirit of a friend is willing to aid you. Those of a foe or one mistreated may even plot against you. Nia cursed as she realized she just cast that damn spell!
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To the unaided eye, utter blackness. To eyes tuned in to the very energy of life, a wild and strange paradise. To eyes more at home in darkness than light, amazing. Before Melmoth a canyon stretched far out of sight. Its walls rose into the darkness, and disappeared. In the enormous space between walls, an ancient city lay. Considering how far under the sea it was, incredible magic could be the only thing keeping it from collapsing under the massive weight of water.

The lightless depths of the trench was far from acceptable to most living creatures, but to Melmoth, it was an unbelievable sanctuary. Far from anything, with passive defenses that would kill most anything, the sunken city was a place where he could finally expect to be left alone. Home.

And then there was a sudden sideways yank.

- - -

Melmoth faded into being in the middle of a ruined courtyard. It was as if liquid night had flown from the dark places in the ruins, and coalesced into the form of slightly taller than average man. For a moment, he stood paralyzed, stunned and utterly horrified at the ease in which he had been removed from what he was utterly certain was an impenetrable retreat. Then the moment passed, and rage set in as he realized what had been done. The sorceress before him had summoned him, for what, he did not know, but her life was forfeit now.

With the full measure of his speed, Melmoth tore Fate from under his ghastly cloak, raised it high, and swung it down faster than thought. Instead of cleaving through the sorceress, though, the sword halted as it fell. Try as he might, despite all his strength and rage, he could not bring himself to kill her. Magical protections woven in the spell were the only answer he could think of. "Bloody spell! Bloody sorceress!" he roared at the woman, and tiny white flames explosively ignited where his eyes had once been. With a deadly cold voice like the hiss of a doused torch, he demanded an explanation. " What do you want of me, child? Why do you call me?"
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She stood up, the book falling open on the ground as a presence answered her spell. The figure that appeared before her was... just a man? A lone human male. How useless. Perhaps he could carry something or... "What the!"

Nia was about ready to pick up the book when the ghost drew a weapon, an actual blade of cold steel, and tried to attack her! She didn't really have a chance to react at first, due to the shock of such an attack. He started cussing and then turned to yell at her as well.

"Child! How dare you! Just because you are older then dirt doesn't make me a child! I'll have you know this is my second life!" She took a step forward, her gauntleted fist in the air threateningly. It was then that she bumped the book with her boot. Looking down she remembered what the spell was. She looked back to the ghost. Nia flipped the book closed with her foot, then picked it up. Dusting the cover off she added, "Besides, you're just some human ghost. Doubt you can really do anything worthwhile."

She was ready for him to try and attack her now. One hand was free while the other held the book. She has a spell ready, something he would find rather unpleasant if he tried to come after her again. She wondered where this ghost was from. He looked more then a little upset. Did he like floating in the ethereal?
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Melmoth quickly reigned in his temper. He didn't know of any magic that would allow a person to be reborn, or he would have used it long ago.The closest he knew of was undeath, and the sorceress quite obviously was not undead. Or, not exactly undead.

The flames of his eyes lost their white hue, became brightly purple for a brief moment, then settled in to a green that was almost black. In that moment when they had been purple, he had glimpsed her life force, and was startled to discover that her aura was unlike anything he had ever seen. Perhaps she truly was on her second life. This required study.

However, it didn't require politeness. She could get that out of someone less talented. "Oh, second life. I am impressed. You choke to death or something the first time around, child?" He snorted in contempt, and slammed Fate point first into the stone surface of the courtyard. The longsword easily pierced the rock and sunk a good foot into the ground. "I ask because the magically inclined usually only die of age or stupidity. Since you summoned an unknown ghost outside of a circle, in the middle nowhere, you probably fall into the latter category." He crossed his hands before him, pondered for a moment, and continued absently, almost to himself. "I'd probably remember a blue skinned girl..."

"Anyway." The flames of his eyes shrunk, and at the same time glared even brighter. "I am a world class blademaster, and probably the best thief and assassin on the plane. Do not dismiss me as some unskilled peasant." And he damn well was the best, though he had not had a chance to use his skill yet. Walls, guards, traps, the traditional methods of safeguarding a place or person were of very little use against him. His only real weakness was magic, and there were ways around that. If it existed, he could kill or steal it.
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Nia paused for a moment, then looked back at him. She didn't remember things very well from... before. It was why she was seeking out things now, following the strange callings of some book instead of enjoying the weather. "Ice. I haven't ages since." She said it softly, then cast a spell anyways. The words were sharper, and elemental. Ice cold mist bellowed out, filling the area. The temperature noticeably dropping, the magic effect even enough to noticeably slow this ghost. Frost formed on his weapon as well. She doubted he had any sort of heat or fire ability to counter the slow. Though doubted that the cold itself would bother him any.

"Blademaster, thief, and assassin? Not a bad list for an old man. Took your whole life to do I see." She put the book away, for now. Sliding it into her bag. "I'm not surprised if you don't know me, I've never seen you anywhere before either. I have little respect for short lived humans to begin with. But I don't think you count as that anymore either. My question is why my first life had a spell that summoned some ancient ghost in the first place. What ever the reason, I doubt it could help me now. Just some old relic, like yourself perhaps?" She decided that as long as he continued to call her child, he would be old man. Variation of his insult for variation of her insult. It was a suitable enough trade in her mind that she was quite happy with it. He had been human, but not anymore. If she reminded herself of this, she would have no real reason to attack him out of spite... yet. She wasn't about to ask for his help, but she was tempted to make him prove he was what he claimed to be.
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Interesting. It didn't make much sense, but she had cast a spell to rapidly drop the temperature. He supposed the cold might be quite annoying, perhaps even harmful to a being with flesh and blood, but to him it was little more than a distant fact. He could feel it, if needed, but it was of no real consequence. What did send his mind spinning was the feeling that existence was somehow thicker now. He felt heavy? The air felt more like water, and he suspected it would make his movements far too sluggish for comfort. It was a magical effect, of course, but beyond that, he was stumped as to what the hell was going on.

He shook his head slowly, and shoved his questions to the back of his mind. There were more important things to do. "Skill with the blade, yes. It took far too long to learn, but paid off in the end. Fortunately, the ability to ignore the vast majority of obstacles just requires the lack of a physical body, something I am not burdened with."

Speculation about the spell she had used to summon him ran rampant through his mind. He had not been dead long at all, and the thought that this girl had learned a spell designed specifically to summon him before he was dead scared the hell out of him. Mages were an odd lot, and he wouldn't put it past one to decide old Melmoth would make a good summoned pet long before he was dead. If so, finding out who thought that was a good idea was very high on his to-do list. And torturing their soul for a few lifetimes, obviously.

I do not know you, why you learned the spell, or who you learned the spell to summon me from. For now, yes, an Old Relic is about the most I can say."
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She pondered his words as he spoke. He seemed to have dropped the use of the word child, so she decided to drop her own insults, for now. "I am a bit of a Shaman, a Storm Caller. I favor the Cold and Ice of my home in the North Reaches. I was forced from my home by some upstart who managed to build herself an army." There was a noticeable malice in her tone when she mentioned this 'upstart', though she tried to pass it off as just a passing mention. "I found a text here that, for lack of a better word, was bugging me. The spell that called you may still be in the text, but it is also now in my mind. Quite annoyingly so as I had not planed to put it there. It would take a lot more effort for me to purge it from my mind then I am willing to do for some stranger I just meet."

There was a sound in the distance that she caught on the wind then. Smoke. Fire. Torches. It seemed that someone may have been exploring under the ruins and were nearby now, maybe under them. She was not to inclined to deal with more unplanned guests. They weren't here yet though and she may be able to avoid them entirely. She reached for her staff and griped it in her gauntlet. "I think guests are on there way. Shall we take our conversation elsewhere?" If he seemed to not be so inclined to attack her, she would cancel her spell. Though if he still wanted to cause trouble, she would leave it active.
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