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| A New Angle [OTA]; Event, Control | |
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| Barizzin | Tue Nov 4, 2014 9:38 am Post #1 |
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"I have to admit, there can be problems with amassing an army of undead. For example: I get so focused on collecting various corpses for my hordes that I don't experiment nearly as much as I used to." The Necromancer said as an undead ogre laid the corpse of an arcanovirus undead, more colloquially referred to as the Infected, upon a flat rectangular table, "These prove to be a bit more resistant to typical necromancy than normal, which allows them to resist control by other necromancers, or even destruction through holy or corpse destruction magic. I believe the modifications they're programmed to make to themselves might actually aid in securing their creator's basic control over them. Furthermore, I believe they might actually be working sort of like a hive mind, with controlling Infected not too far off." "Damnit, Necromancer, did I ask for the details?" Janus spat, slamming his hands on the table, his right eye burning purple while the left eye glowed red, both softly, "Can these be controlled and mass-produced?" The Necromancer stopped short of actually touching the Infected's corpse and turned his attention to his partner in researching the anomaly in Norwood, "Careful, Janus. Your metaphysical divide is showing." The Necromancer found Janus when word began to spread of the alert in Norwood. A mysterious strain of undead that constantly modified itself with magitech grafts had begun running amok, starting in Vanimle and quickly spreading to any with grafts or golems foolish enough to take a peek, thinking that they could help in some way. Elementals and undead seemed resistant to the effects, but the Necromancer believed he could improve upon that flaw if he could find the creator, which he posited to possibly be either elemental or undead itself. The Necromancer hardly required Janus' help for anything, but the two had a history, particularly in the revenge against a certain family of angels which led to the loss of his original right eye. Through whatever genetic engineering Vesanus had been subjected to by his creator the eye regrew purple, and with it he gained sanity, but still he did not appreciate the idea of being treated like a common pest. While Janus might not have had the pleasure of feeling the life of the Celestials slip through his fingers, he did get vicarious satisfaction in proof of their demise. Currently the two were in a large and beautifully gothic carriage, pulled by a team of undead abominations which vaguely resembled hairless Wooly Impalers, with large tusks and claws, yet these aberrations also possessed horns and were covered in grotesque spikes. It belonged to the Necromancer, a minor means of transportation when he didn't mind being easily found, but wanted to feel a bit modest. Janus, in response to the Necromancer's audible note on his behavior, took a few deep breaths to calm himself and not give in to his more feral side. So long as he could manage, he would prefer to keep control of the savage within. "Better?" The Necromancer asked rhetorically. "Better." Vesanus confirmed, removing his hands from the table and weaving his fingers together behind his back, "Just hurry up." "Good." The Necromancer looked down for a moment before looking back up to what could loosely be referred to as his friend, "Because I think that each individual Infected, even when deactivated, acts as a beacon for more of the kind, and I only brought the shredders and Phigg, here." Janus closed his eyes and sighed at the Necromancer's words. It might not be much of a threat to somebody of his power, but Vesanus, despite his best efforts, was considerably more vulnerable. |
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8:21 AM Jul 11

