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| Topic Started: Sun Aug 7, 2011 8:52 pm (377 Views) | |
| Sebastian | Sun Aug 7, 2011 8:52 pm Post #1 |
 
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OOC Sebastian had been to this city once before. The red-tinted black armor he wore had come from Balefire. This place was a home for the vile and cursed, as if it was made specifically for members of the Shadow Society. Here there were demons, black magicians, assassins, dark elves, and thieves. The city, for this reason, was a bit of a crime pit, a sickening scar on the face of Imythess. It hadn't always been that way. There were days when Balefire was much like Taras, on the edge of the marshes. Gloomwood was once a peaceful section of Norwood Forest. However, the entire city had mysteriously disappeared int othe Shadow Plane, eons ago, before returning and bringing a piece of the Shadow Plane with it. The city was enveloped in darkness. Only thousands of lanterns kept the place inhabitable by creatures whose eyes fed on light. Funnily enough, many of the creatures here did not rely on light for their eyesight. At this state of Sebastian's ascention, even he did not need light to use his eyes; he had the ability to see in black, white, and shades of gray, sensing traces of positive energy, negative energy, and neutral life forces. However, he prefered to use his eyes of the living. Unless he had a very specific purpose, his Wraith Vision was of little utility. There were people here. Sebastian needed to practice. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Aug 7, 2011 9:29 pm Post #2 |
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Today had been a good day, so Shan savored it with almost indecent pleasure. He'd made it to Balefire in one piece, and the city was beautiful. Lanterns illuminated everything, yet only managed to soften the shadows. He'd managed to make quite a bit of money today, after choosing songs that fit more with the denizens tastes. He never saw anyone dancing jigs to a dirge before today. He just bought himself a thick, greasy sandwich slathered in sauce, and he managed to not ask what kind of meat it was made of and was just glad it was tasty. He even had enough to stay at an inn tonight if he could work on a deal to stay for his talents. He gawked at the city's architecture as he took another bite. He stopped when he noticed a commotion up ahead. He wasn't sure what it was about, but in a city of gloom and shadow, it could be about anything, and as a traveling bard, he knew what to do when he heard the sounds of blades and shouts. He took a side road. The alleys were a bit dimmer, but the lamplight filtered through the windows allowed him to see the shape of things well enough. He took another bite. It might be snake, he decided. He was becoming talented at discerning the origin of mystery meat. A piece of bread got caught in his throat. Should've bought a drink his thoughts laughed. He closed his eyes and thumped his chest, trying to get the food to continue down to his stomach. In this way, he smacked into something. Hard. "Oof!" He stumbled back, finally freeing the bread from his esophagus, and looked up. Oh hey, look at that, His second thoughts said. Looks like you bumped into someone. A big, mean, armored someone in a hood. Shan felt rather small as he clutched his smooshed sandwich and noticed a giant orange stain on the stranger's cloak where the sandwich's sauce stuck. That's some really nice armor he has, his thoughts continued. Wouldn't even notice a dagger, armor like that. He would have started running if his legs would work. "Um, uh, I am so sorry, sir! Please forgive me!" he said in his best "Don't kill me," voice, and gave a deep bow. And today had been so pleasant. |
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| Sebastian | Mon Aug 8, 2011 8:58 am Post #3 |
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Sebastian had been in a very pleasant mood. He knew so many secrets. He had learned so many things. Soon, he would be whole. Not even the heat of the lanterns could dispell the hapiness that floated around him like a sweet-smelling cloud of perfume. It had been a while since he'd had a proper break from working. His visit to Taras had proven more stressful than home life, and his visit to Graham had nearly cost him his life. However, what he gained for that near-death experience. That put everything into perspective. He had been on his way to find something to eat when he was finally disturbed. "Oof!" the boy grunted as he struck Sebastian head on, his eyes closed and his fist pounding on his chest like a gorilla's. Besides breaking his daydreams, this unexpected counter did not trouble the genasi whatsoever. However, the boy seemed to have been intimidated and frightened by the genasi. He didn't blame him. Sebastian was a big guy. He was in such a good mood today, that the orange stain on his gray cloak did not even phase him. "Um, uh, I am so sorry, sir! Please forgive me!" the lad said, and he offered a deep bow of respect and apology. He sounded very afraid, and it wasn't a surprise. There were no doubt many characters in Balefire who would kill over a stained cloak. The city was full of corrupt businessmen. It disgusted him. "No need to apologize, lad," Sebastian said, and he bowed respectfully in return. In reality, the differences in ages of the two men was only eight years, but there was still an incredible gap in their demeanors. The boy was timid, while Sebastian had an outwardly intimidating appearance. He felt sorry for startling the boy really. "To tell you the truth, I'm sure even your sandwich is worth more than this ratty thing," Sebastian said, and he pulled the cape off from around his neck, in doing this removing the cloak from his face, revealing his glowing blue eyes, azure skin tone, and broad white scar across his nose. He passively tossed the garment into the gutter, not giving it a second thought. The removal of his cloak revealed a myriad of weapons to the boy. Around Sebastian's waist, two curved swords were hanging, and two daggers were slotted into his belt. He would not be using them of course, but their presence was undeniable. "I'll tell you what. If you really want to repay me for the cloak, give that sandwich to a beggar and let me buy you dinner. What do you say?" Sebastian said, extending his gloved hand to the lad. "Sebastian Rimeheart. What can I call you?" |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Aug 9, 2011 12:21 am Post #4 |
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Shan possessed a rather compartmentalized mind. Not to say it was neat and organized, but like a floor of senators, each section and voice was in its place with its own patterns and concerns, and each one constantly shouted and worked to be heard over the others. All of them were, at that moment, silent. I think he's serious, one finally spoke up. With the cloak gone, Shan had a far clearer view of his newest....acquaintance. He was armed, very armed. He was also scarred, very scarred. And he was intimidating, very, very intimidating. And he has been nothing but polite to you so far, whatever his appearance, so get your act together and greet him, you sad sack, his second thoughts popped in while his mind caught up to the present. "I'm Shan Orison. Um, I am sorry about the cloak, so if there is anything I can do to help you out, besides dinner, I'd be willing to aid you." My bet? his cynicism popped in, He's a necromancer and you'll be undead before what counts as morning. Shut up, you said his second thoughts. |
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 12:56 am Post #5 |
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For several seconds, the lad only stood dumbly. Was there something wrong with his head, maybe? But finally, he spoke, again in his quiet, timid voice. "I'm Shan Orison. Um, I am sorry about the cloak, so if there is anything I can do to help you out, besides dinner, I'd be willing to aid you," the boy said. "As I said before, there's no need to be sorry about my cloak, master Orison. I'm sorry about your sandwich; I'm sure you were enjoying it before I so rudely squashed it," Sebastian said, shrugging. "If you're not comfortable with me buying you dinner, at least let me buy you a new sandwich, and maybe a drink." Despite his hardened appearance, he was trying his best to be friendly, a wide grin plastered on his face. When his mind wasn't set on combat or immortality, he was actually quite a pleasant person to be around. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, still trying to convince to boy. "If you'd like, I'll let you hold my swords, so you know I won't use them against you." |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Aug 9, 2011 1:08 am Post #6 |
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"No, no, dinner is fine," Shan said, then realized exactly how he probably sounded to someone not threatening to eat his face. "You can keep your swords. I'd probably just manage to lop my own hand off with them anyway. "I guess I sounded rather pathetic there, but I'm not really good at fighting, so I find it helps to immediately be deferential to others. You'd be surprised how often nasty people will let you off the hook if you immediately act scared of them. I'm not saying you're nasty people, of course. You're surprisingly polite, not to say there's no reason someone like you shouldn't be polite, but..." You're babbling, his thoughts kicked in. "Sorry, I guess I rambled a bit there. Wherever you'd want to go to eat is fine. Lead the way, um, Sebastian." |
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 3:24 am Post #7 |
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Sebastian smiled as the boy finally accepted his invitation. He was glad that the boy had gotten over his fear, but he still felt bad for frightening him. He wanted to make it up to the kid if he could. Just because he was a necromancer, it didn't mean he didn't have feelings. "I guess I sounded rather pathetic there, but I'm not really good at fighting, so I find it helps to immediately be deferential to others. You'd be surprised how often nasty people will let you off the hook if you immediately act scared of them. I'm not saying you're nasty people, of course. You're surprisingly polite, not to say there's no reason someone like you shouldn't be polite, but..." It was amazing how the boy just seemed to ramble. Sebastian laughed nevertheless, and as he apologized once more, now for rambling, his blue eyes twinkled, not with malevolence. "It's fine, Shan. I understand your reaction to me. I'm not like you, and a lot of people react strangely to me. At least I'm not made of bones," he chuckled, motioning down the street with a nod of his head. "Come on. We'll find something to eat up here." But Sebastian had only taken two steps when an interuption occured. "Hey, kid! What ya' got on ya'?" the genasi heard from behind him, and he activated his Wraith Sight ability immediately. His eyes, usually glowing blue, flashed hot white before cooling and becoming pure tar-black, no white visible. He didn't turn his head all the way to show his black eyes to his new friend. He didn't want to alarm poor Shan any more than he'd already been alarmed, but he did turn enough to see two figure, only white outlines of bodies against a gray, blobby backdrop. These white silhouettes were Shan and the stranger who had spoken. Sebastian would see how Shan handled the stranger before interfering. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Aug 9, 2011 3:49 am Post #8 |
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Shan turned to look at the probable mugger. Unlike Sebastian, this guy was an obvious threat. He took a different approach to obvious threats. It was a stupid one, but ingrained tenacity pops up at viscous times. "I have a sandwich," Shan said. "I think it's snake." The probable mugger laughed. It wasn't a cheerful laugh. "Cute. Very cute. Now how about you get serious, and make it worth my time not to gut you." Does this guy seriously not notice the armored man behind you? his second thoughts said. Bet he left. Seriously, Cynic, shut up. "Fun fact, I'm a poor bard. I don't have anything of value. Do I look rich?" "Fine then, how about your instrument? That's gotta be worth a bit. Hand it over, and we'll call it even," said the definite mugger. "No." "What?" "This is my only means to a livelihood. If you want my violin, you might as well kill me for it, since the end result would be the same." The mugger shrugged. "Have it your way, then." Really should have thought that sentence through his second thoughts said as the mugger lunged. |
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 8:10 am Post #9 |
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As Shan and the mugger made their brief exchange, Sebastian was muttering his incantation, his fingers weaving as his lips murmured the syllables necessary to conjure his arcana. He felt energy surge through his body; the spell was using his body as an anchor. As the power of his spell rippled through his body, black fluid began to drip from his tear ducts, leaking down his frosty blue cheeks. He was only waiting for the right moment now. "Have it your way, then," Sebastian heard from behind him, and then he felt it, the beat of combat that signalled an incoming attack. In one fluid motion, the necromancer turned to face the mugger and roared the command word for his spell, the final syllable of the incantation. The magic poured out of his body like a frozen mist, and struck its target, the mugger, directly. "Keep your hands off him!" he commanded, his voice booming and steely, tinged with frost. His black eyes peered into the mugger's soul, a bright white stain against his gray canvas, and another black tear streaked from his bottom eyelid to his jawline in a matter of seconds, painting a dark stripe across his cheek. He didn't have much of his blessed sight left before he would have to recharge his wraith's eyes. Sebastian's spell had caused the mugger to falter and to fall to his knees, dropping his dagger. His arms hung limply at his sides as he seemed to struggle against his own weight. His muscles ached unbearably. "Come on," the thief grunted, taking deep, rattling breaths as he spoke, "this kid ain't nothin'. You an' me could team up, skin 'im, an' split whatever he's got on 'im 50/50." Sebastian's face wrinkled with disgust at the glutton's attempts at bribing him. "40/60? 30/70? Come on! Let me go!" the mugger began to shout desperately, falling to his hands and knees, shaking as his muscles began to give out. "You are scum, preying on an honest bard as you do. I will personally see to it that your soul never rests." He took a step forwards and knelt low, placing his right hand on the sniveling mugger's face. The man was too weak to resist, and only whimpered as Sebastian began to make signs with his left hand. Magic accumulated within his body once again as he felt the spell build, still more black fluid leaking down his face. As the man struggled before him, he watched him, appearing to Sebastian's wraith eyes only as a fading white silhouette struggle to breath as his even his strained diaphragm began to fail him. Sebastian softly whispered a word of power, and his spell was unleashed. A black bolt of negative energy exploded from his hand, flowing directly into the mugger's skull, and his breath was immediately stifled; his silhouette faded from dull white to the same neutral gray as the environment. The mugger was simply dead matter now, worth nothing to his secondary sense of sight. Allowing his blessed sight to fade away, his eyes returning to their normal blue glow, Sebastian stood, allowing himself a moment for his regular eyesight to adjust to the environment. The mugger was a mess, his body a whithered lump on the cobblestone street, his face blackened and shriveled, burned by the negative energy that stifled his life-force. There was no gore, however, and Sebastian was pleased with this. It made the body the perfect specimen. "I'm sorry you had to see that," the genasi muttered apologetically to Shan, whiping the black tears from his face with his white cotton sleeve, staining it permanently black. "I hope you haven't lost your apetite quite yet. I still owe you a sandwich." |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Aug 9, 2011 8:51 pm Post #10 |
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Alright, Shan thought in the brief span he had, I drop down, sprint past, and get out of the alley, bullrushing any buddies he has, and then I find a crowd- "Keep your hands off him!" came a shout from behind, and Shan felt a rush of magic shoot past him directly into the mugger. He was intimately familiar with magic, and this brand felt...he didn't want to say wrong because he knew it was utterly natural. He recognized it from deathbeds, the fall slaughter of pigs, funerals and the harvest. This magic, however, was horribly concentrated and focused. He shivered. He was there the whole time!? Screamed his common sense. How did that guy not see him? Did he see him and just decided to be the stupidest mugger ever? The mugger was drained, collapsing to the ground. Please give up, Shan prayed. Give up, say you're sorry, run away. The thief instead decided to bargain with Sebastian to take Shan out together. Yes, he's stupid, his common sense decided. "You are scum, preying on an honest bard as you do. I will personally see to it that your soul never rests." Sebastian stepped forward, knelt, placed his hand on the poor mugger's face and... The feeling of that magic grew stonger as he made signs with his free hand. His body partially blocked Shan's view, and he had never been more grateful. Sebastian said something powerful, and the potential of that magical energy collapsed directly into the mugger. When Sebastian finally pulled away, all that was left was a withered corpse, the man's face contorted in pain and terror. Sebastian finally turned toward the bard, wiping streams of black tears from his face. Shan doubted they were from sadness. "I'm sorry you had to see that," He said. "I hope you haven't lost your appetite quite yet. I still owe you a sandwich." Necromancer! Called it! Shan's cynicism crowed. Second Thoughts, you owe me five neurons! The snake sandwich he had eaten was starting to demand a closer relationship with the alley floor. "Um...To tell the truth I'm not really that honest. The letters I write home to my mother are almost complete fiction, for instance. Also, I would make a horrible undead minion. The only thing I can really do is play the fiddle, and I really doubt rigor mortis would improve that. In fact, logic says it could only make it worse and there is a dead body there dear gods above and below what do I do now?!" Shan had heard tales of people fainting from shock. He always felt they were hyperbole at best. The point when he started to take them seriously was when his sandwich finally abandoned ship and everything faded to blissful black. Edited by Shan Orison, Tue Sep 6, 2011 3:38 am.
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 10:27 pm Post #11 |
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As Sebastian cleared the black ink-like substance from his cheeks, it became all too apparent by Shan's cowering figure that he had frightened him. He forgot that not all people, like himself, and frankly, most of the people he tended to associate with, were not desensitized to death. That, unlike Sebastian, Shan, the innocent bard, did not crave the taste of it. "Um...To tell the truth I'm not really that honest. The letters I write home to my mother are almost complete fiction, for instance." The boy was rambling again, and Sebastian sighed softly. What was he going to do about this boy? A weak constitution was understandable, but he was a coward. "Also, I would make a horrible undead minion. The only thing I can really do is play the fiddle, and I really doubt rigor mortis would improve that. In fact," he carried on. Did he really think that Sebastian was going to enslave him? He had just saved his life! "...logic says it could only make it worse and there is a dead body there dear gods above and below what do I do now?!" the boy was entirely panicked, and as he rambled on and on, Sebastian struggled with how he could calm him down. He really wasn't a "people person." "Enough!" Sebastian roared, his eyes glowing like frozen infernos, the veins in his neck bulging as if exploding. But his message didn't get through; Shan had already fainted. "Oh Gods," Sebastian muttered, rolling his eyes and bringing his hand to his forehead as Shan collapsed to the ground with a slightly painful-sounding thud. Rubbing his temples, he tried to think his way out of his predicament. He had two unconscious bodies in front of him, one of them a dead foe, one a fainted ally. If only he had invested in healing magic! Then an idea came to him. It was crazy, but it was all he had. Focusing on the dead body of the mugger, Sebastian forced his necrotic will into the corpse, animating it as a puppet. The thing shuddered and heaved as it slowly brought itself to life, the tiny eyes in its blackened, whithered face now glowed with cold, blue fire. Sebastian forced enough of his power into the creature for it to perpetuate itself, and sent it to work. "Take up his body, carefully, and come with me," Sebastian commanded his new servant as he turned, heading down the road. He would take the lad to an inn and rent him a room. It never occured to him that, should Shan wake as he was being carried by the genasi's undead servant, he would likely protest. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Aug 9, 2011 10:55 pm Post #12 |
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Shan awoke. He failed to fool himself that it had all been a dream or just his imagination. He'd been schooled to see the reality before him and accept it, whether he wanted to or not. He slowly twitched his fingers and toes to ensure everything in between was still attached and functional. There was slight panic when he felt those movements hindered until he realized he was under a blanket. The smell of smoke, food, and body odor trying to hide behind lavender hit his nose, and he could faintly hear the sounds of a distant bar. So far, everything suggests you're alive, healthy, and in an inn somewhere, his second thoughts concluded. It is possibly safe to open your eyes and deal with things calmly. That means you DON'T FREAK OUT AND FAINT. That's just not productive. Shan thought he could hear the sounds of someone else in the room. It was possibly Sebastian. Who did, technically, save your life, even though he did it a bit more...enthusiastically than necessary. And with necromancy. So again, take things calmly, and NO GODSDAMN PANICKING. Now, get up and speak with Sebastian about this CALMLY. Alright? Alright Shan opened his eyes and looked around. It was a better class of Balefire inn, with clean sheets, clean walls, and smokeless oil lamps giving everything in the room, including Sebastian and the dead mugger, a soft warm glow. Shan reviewed that last sentence again. Screw calmly. "WHY is the dead guy here?" |
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| Sebastian | Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:29 am Post #13 |
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"So I'm supposed to rent a room to two men and their unconcious kid, and I'm not going to ask any questions?" the innkeeper said, his eyebrow cocked as he eyed the pair up and down. To be honest, his suspicions were entirely merited. Sebastian still had black tears running down his cheeks, and his eyelids were coated with the thick black film that had run off of his wraith's eyes. Beside him stood one of the roughest looking guys the innkeeper had seen in his life. He had a horrible slouch, and his skin seemed wrinkled and pulled tight against his bones. His face was badly burnt, and his bright blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the din of the bar. He hadn't spoken a word yet, and the innkeeper wondered if he could. So far, the blue-skinned one did all the talking. "Yeah, that's the idea," Sebastian responded simply, shrugging. He had run out of ideas, and the innkeeper eyes him incredulously. "No, bribe me all you want,"--Sebastian had originally offered the innkeeper a small bonus for the room key--"but I'm an honest workin' man with a classy lodging, and I don't need no crooks in here. I'm not accepting your bribes," the man asserted, bringing his face close to the necromancer's. Sebastian sighed. Very well, he thought to himself, and for the third time, he began channelling dark magic. "Then how about a threat?" Sebastian whispered, his voice daggers and his frigid breath a white mist against the innkeeper's nose. He let go of his magic, searing tiny burns into the innkeeper's face, like white freckles appearing on his complexion. The innkeeper grunted and grinded his teeth together, contorting his face in pain as he brought his hand to cover the tiny circular marks, like cigarette burns. "Take it," he groaned, sliding a key across the table. "Please stop." Sebastian retrieved the key, satisfied, and left a small pile of silver where the key had been: the cost of a room key plus a tip. With a smile of accomplishment, the genasi and his servant continued through the inn and up a flight of stairs. After they had reached their room and tucked the boy into his bed, it wasn't long before Shan came to once again. Despite minor protests from his minior, who, in his tiny rotted mind, seemed to think it was creepy to watch the boy sleep, Sebastian insisted that they wait until he woke up so that he could apologize to the boy and make sure he was okay. When Shan did come to, he was a little offended on behalf of his minion. "WHY is the dead guy here?" the lad exclaimed, clearly upset by the blackened face of the man who had tried to kill him. "He's perfectly tame now, master Orison, I assure you, albeit a little sensitive," Sebastian explained, patting his minion comfortingly. Shan had offended the poor zombie. "He met a fate that I promise I will not put you through," Sebastian continued calmly, and he tossed the boy the room key; it was more Shan's than his. "I'm surprised the innkeep hasn't collected authorities to stop us, though," he mused. "It's funny the things fear can do to a person." |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:10 am Post #14 |
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Shan caught the key and tried to recapture the idea of dealing with things calmly. It wasn't easy, but he needed to give this entire scenario rational thought, and that meant achieving serenity...or at least a good facsimile. "I'm surprised the innkeep hasn't collected authorities to stop us, though," Sebastian said "It's funny the things fear can do to a person." Shan settle for a blank stare. Now the calm was giving away to annoyance. "Yes, yes it is." He put the key down beside him. "And I didn't have the best reaction earlier, I'll admit. I am grateful for you help as well. It's just that, well, I am unfamiliar with necromancy in general, so seeing it in person for the first time was rather...let's say shocking. As for...the new friend you made, I'm also rather...shocked...to see him here because, well, you killed him. Wasn't that enough? Did you really need to, what's the word, semi-revive him to do...I don't know what?" Shan took a breath, trying to keep his leveled annoyance that was the closest to calm he could manage. "Now, I am going to give the benefit of the doubt mainly because everything I know about necromancy is, at best, hearsay, and I'm willing to learn more about it from someone actually practiced in it." Shan leaned back against the wall, keeping his breathing level. "I was also serious about being a horrible undead minion, just so we're clear. Not that I think you will, especially when you had ample opportunity to do so without my protests. I'm just telling the truth." Edited by Shan Orison, Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:43 am.
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| Sebastian | Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:15 am Post #15 |
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Sebastian sighed. He was really really terrible at this. "Yes, yes it is, and I didn't have the best reaction earlier, I'll admit. I am grateful for your help as well. It's just that, well, I am unfamiliar with necromancy in general, so seeing it in person for the first time was rather...let's say shocking. As for...the new friend you made, I'm also rather...shocked...to see him here because, well, you killed him. Wasn't that enough? Did you really need to, what's the word, semi-revive him to do...I don't know what?" Sebastian looked at his feet and brought his hands together, absent-mindedly twiddling his thumbs together as he avoided the boy's unforgiving glare. His irritation was evident, but Sebatian was honestly impressed at how level-headed he managed to remain, especially considering he had just woken from a rather peaceful slumber, induced, unintentionally of course, by the genasi. "Now, I am going to give the benefit of the doubt, mainly because everything I know about necromancy is, at best, hearsay, and I'm willing to learn more about it from someone actually practiced in it," the boy carried one before leaning back against the wall and adding a slightly nervous conclusion to his tirade. "I was also serious about being a horrible undead minion, just so we're clear. Not that I think you will, especially when you had ample opportunity to do so without my protests. I'm just telling the truth." Sebastian simply sighed in resignation. He wasn't very good at the whole good-guy thing, was he? "My new friend carried your unconscious body into that bed, master Orison. It's rather quite poetic, don't you think?, I'd be more careful with that tongue of yours. He may be a zombie, but he does have feelings," he cautioned, noting that his servant had a rather glum expression on his face. Before continuing to speak, the necromancer leaned over to the zombie and whispered into his ear, quitely so that Shan wouldn't hear: "He really is thankful, I assure you." "Now, I'm sure you've heard terrifying things about the Art I practice, but really, it's quite a beautiful thing. In a way, you can think of it like composting," he Sebastian explained, and he had his minion stand between him and the bed upon which Shan was perched. "See, when a body dies, this body once being perhaps a soldier, or a worker, even a friend, it is forced to decompose and become a part of the earth. This is one of the laws that define death, unfortunately, and once a body decomposes, it isn't good for much besides being maggot-fodder." Sebastian paused briefly and motioned towards his servant. "Now, most bodies must decompose in this way, becoming compost for vegetation. However, when necromancy is brought into the equation, a myriad of new kinds of compost become available. For example, a fallen soldier, through necromancy, can be composted into a new soldier, still fully operational. This goes for a laborer, too, and to the slightly more deranged, even companions. "I'm sure it seems unethical, and that is where the righteous seem to make their quarrels, but really, it's quite economical. A reanimated corpse no longer retains the personality of its previous life; it becomes a new person all together," Sebastian said, trying to repeal the whole 'desecration' thing, "well, usually," he added. He had met a few exceptions, but they were intentional exceptions. |
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