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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/6/2017 2:27:18 AM
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[i]"Hah, we don't care about honor. It hasn't meant anything to us for our entire lives.
... but if you must be so nosy, I shall inform you with a brief summary.
We've confirmed this village to have explicit relations with a group of people. This group of people kidnapped two individuals... two individuals very close to us.
Now that you've received your information, may we be on our way?"[/i]
The two siblings were clearly agitated.
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[i]"...does their deaths accomplish anything?..."[/i] [b]The Necromancer sheathed the knife and looked at them.[/b] [i]"...I am a Necromancer... but I am also a knight... I cannot let the deaths of so many be in vain..."[/i] [b]He grabbed his broadsword, unsheathed it, and planted it in the ground.[/b] [i]"...so please, why are their deaths justified by association?..."[/i]
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[i]"Because fuсk them all, fuсk all of these freaks of nature, these monsters, emotionless, inhuman[/i] things[i]–" "Roxanne."[/i] Cael placed his hand on Roxy's shoulder, who had become furious. She stopped momentarily, but couldn't seem to hold herself back from continuing. [i]"–you're an idiot, y'know that? You've got some sorta idea that you know everything about these bitches because you talked to their corpses. I'll tell you why the hell they deserve to be corpses; actually, this was a reward. They deserve to be slowly rotting away in a dark, underground torture chamber, for all they've done. They take human infants and cook them in a pot. They then proceed to eat them while rаping the children of the village. They use babies in demonic conversion rituals, where the come out as half demon, half human[/i] things[i].... They reproduce with their own brothers and sisters, and whether the baby lives or not depends on if they are able to consume the reproductive organ of a dead sibling or not–" "ROXANNE. STOP."[/i] Roxy went completely silent, looking at her brother's expression. It might've looked normally angry to the necromancer, but one looking into his eyes, and Roxy would back off, no longer speaking.
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Edited by BraveKinkajou14: 7/6/2017 5:03:20 AM[i]"...and who are we to judge them for that? you yourself have just murdered them all... is it not so that others would condemn you for that? I am a Necromancer. the vilest art of sorcery there is... many a cleric would smite me on sight... but I ask you, what have I done to warrant that type of aggression simply because of the way I am?"[/i] [b]The Necromancer stood shakily, the corpses collapsing around him.[/b] [i]"...I do not defend these people... but I defend the right of humans to live their lives to the fullest... this is how they lived theirs..."[/i] [b]He removed the sword from the ground and replaced it in the scabbard.[/b] [i]"...I wish you to reflect upon your actions... but for now, you seem to require information on where your friends are?"[/i]
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[i]"What you've done to earn aggression? By acting like some kind of goddamn know-it-all, with all your 'defend their rights' bullshit; well, they lost any chance of mercy from us the moment they affiliated themselves with the jackasses that kidnapped our parents, got that? They have no rights. They're nothing but disgusting, parasitic vermin. ... and you, for defending them in any way, are the same. Vermin. But as long as you don't interfere and cause problems for us while we search, then there's no need for us to beat you into the ground."[/i] With that, Roxy sheathed her swords, turning tail and storming out of the village, towards the direction of the woods. Cael watched his sister go in complete silence, before sighing and turning back to the necromancer, expression now apologetic. [i]"... that was too far, and I apologize in my sister's stead. She can be a tad bit rude at times. This is why I generally try to do more of the talking, but nothing ever works out correctly for us. Yes, information as to where our parents are is currently what we seek, if she hadn't made that clear enough already."[/i] He forced a laugh, but it did nothing to lighten his expression.
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[i]"Do not apologize for your sister. I have lived three millennia, words are of... little concern... now, we're going to summon the elder's spirit back up from the depths. Spirits tend to be more... cooperative... we're going to need a smooth surface however... dirt is not the most cooperative of surfaces for rituals like this..." [/i] [b]The Necromancer unsheathes the knife again, and proceeds to use it to gut a corpse, removing the heart, still full of blood.[/b]
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[i]"I can create a smooth surface."[/i] Cael raised his right hand in a smooth, liquid-like motion. Moisture in the air along with water from the ground began grouping together in midair, until a massive bubble of water was formed. It began to change shape, forming a round table, before completely freezing over to become ice. The ice table sat itself down on the ground in front of the necromancer, reflecting the sun. [i]"That's sadly the best I can do. If the reflectiveness is bothersome, I can create a table of a different substance."[/i]
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[i]"...it will work as long as it does not thaw."[/i] [b]He took out the knife from before and began carving an intricate pattern on the table, a summoning circle, but with some very, very dark runes imbedded in it. He finished the circle, and poured the blood from the heart into the grooves. He approached the dead elder, and with a few swift cuts from his knife, removed a chunk of the ice around his head and extracted an eye. He placed the eye in the center of the summoning circle, in a large groove that fit the eye like a socket.[/b] [i]"... if you wouldn't mind, I am a bit drained from the journey here... would you kindly help with the incantation?"[/i]
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Cael looked rather hesitate; yes, he had dabbled in the darker part of magic, however he was not too willing to do any more. However, this was rather important... and so, he nodded with a sigh, preparing himself accordingly. He placed his staff down on the ground, closing his eyes for a moment, before reopening them. [i]"Ready whenever,"[/i] He said to confirm his involvement.
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[i]"Echo me. Do not deviate or we... well you, end up in the underworld."[/i] [b]He raises his hands, fists alighting in the same blue flame. He then spoke, but in a deep, guttural voice, not his coarse whisper.[/b] [u]"Nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/u] [b]He continued the chant, the flames on his fist progressively deepening in shade.[/b]
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[i]"... nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/i] Cael echoed the necromancer with pinpoint accuracy. As he chanted, absolutely nothing aesthetically special happened. After all, he was merely providing aid for the necromancer as they chanted the spell.
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[b]The eye animated, swiveling around as the blood began to boil. As the incantation continued, the blood came alight with flame, the eye moved up out of the groove and hung in the air at head height. The blood boiled even more violently, as an awful black and red smoke rose from the flame and condensed around the eye on a large ball, eventually a large Column reaching the table. Brü finished the incantation with a large clap towards the smoke, which split the large column, blowing away smoke to show a hazy outline of the elder, not clearly defined but recognizable. His left socket contained the eye, hanging there.[/b] [i]"...state your name..."[/i] [b]The Necromancer commanded the spirit in his normal whisper.[/b]
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The spirit replied in a hoarse, raspy voice, deep yet old and frail. [i]"... my name is E'entul Lee, necromancer,"[/i] The elder's spirit replied. It looked over at Cael, who had obviously stopped chanting and stood their, stone face. Rage formed in the spirit's left eye. [i]"And you... you should be the one dead, and rotting in hell, you accursed...[/i] thing[i]!"[/i] The elder's voice grew in volume, and a look of annoyance appeared on Cael's face. [i]"Be quiet, you dead old man, and do what this necromancer says before I tear the eyes out of your dead child's head and feed them to the man-eating rats.... Rat food. What all of you should have been born as."[/i] The elder fell silent, looking back at Eurrjsjsbrbru.
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Edited by BraveKinkajou14: 7/10/2017 2:54:04 AM[i]"...E'entul Lee. by the vile art of which I practice, I bind your spirit to thine own eye."[/i] [b]And with that, he plucked the eye out from the smoke, leaving it eyeless.[/b] [i]"...you cannot leave this realm till this eye is no more. I place this anchor upon you against your will, and of mine own suffering. I bind this eye to mine own, so that thou may not leave. I do this against your will and of mine own suffering."[/i] [b]He gently pulled on his eye that was hanging out, stretching the connecting tissue enough to shove the eye into his own socket, where it started swiveling of its own accord.[/b] [i]"...thou art mine now. Thou shalt answer the boy's questions or face continued existence in this realm."[/i] [b]He turned to the Cael.[/b] [i]"ask your questions"[/i]
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"yo bitch whaddup. i got dat honk kong soup up in da hooood. fam. i gotchu." cael murders eurjrjdjsbru and gets some soup for the elder end jk.
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[i]"I can create a smooth surface."[/i] Cael raised his right hand in a smooth, liquid-like motion. Moisture in the air along with water from the ground began grouping together in midair, until a massive bubble of water was formed. It began to change shape, forming a round table, before completely freezing over to become ice. The ice table sat itself down on the ground in front of the necromancer, reflecting the sun. [i]"That's sadly the best I can do. If the reflectiveness is bothersome, I can create a table of a different substance."[/i]
