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| Good Intentions; [p] for Shan | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Aug 7, 2011 8:52 pm (378 Views) | |
| Shan Orison | Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:56 pm Post #16 |
 
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Shan did trust Sebastian now, and not just because he hadn't been turn into a zombie. The necromancer could have left him in the alley when he fainted. He didn't owe the bard anything. Instead, he brought Shan here and watched over him until he recovered, albeit with some creepy company. So he owed Sebastian one thing, at least. Shan listened. "My new friend carried your unconscious body into that bed, master Orison," Sebastian began. "It's rather quite poetic, don't you think?" Shan chose to not think too deeply about this information, although the mental image of how they must have looked coming to the inn did explain what Sebastian meant about the owner calling the authorities. "I'd be more careful with that tongue of yours. He may be a zombie, but he does have feelings." Shan cocked an eyebrow at this. Was this true? Did that mean that the soul was trapped in that dead body, or that it was now piloting on its own with necromancy in place of a spirit? Sebastian turned to the zombie and said something. Now that he was looking for it, it looked as though it was expressing something on its face besides rigor mortis. Was that sadness? Disappointment? "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," Sebastian continued while the body moved to stand before Shan. He explained how he viewed the use of necromancy as being similar to reusing a glass bottle rather than melting it down to make something new, although apparently creating a zombie also meant creating a new personality, except for some cases that Shan felt should be addressed at a later point. The bard listened, his curiosity piqued and balancing his prejudice. When Sebastian's lecture seemed to draw to a close, Shan sat silently and sorted through the new information. "Well," he finally said. "I'm still not convinced on the morality of the whole thing, but I can understand where you're coming from. This is really a huge grey area, and I'm not good at philosophy. And um," Shan turned to the zombie. "I suppose I need to show my gratitude, so thank you for helping me here," he said with a slight nod. "Um...what do I call it, I mean him, I mean you. I mean, if he does have sentience, then I can't really keep thinking of him as the zombie. That's rather rude, and we never did find out his name when he was, well, we never found out before. Sorry, I really don't know the proper protocol here. I've never met a zombie before." |
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| Sebastian | Fri Aug 12, 2011 7:04 am Post #17 |
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Sebastian smiled at Shan's understanding of his practise. Perhaps his good intentions had payed off after all. It was a nice feeling, really, being selfless for once. Almost rewarding enough for it to be perpetuated into a lifestyle. Almost. He still had unfinished business elsewhere in the world, which did remind him, he had to make a voyage to Kellen Village soon, before returning to Graham's hills, his master. Shadow Society business. His first order of business, actually, and he supposed that he should be rested before leaving in the morning. He would trouble Shan no longer, however, and rent a second room, in a different inn. He had caused enough of a ruckus in this one. "Ulfendr," Sebastian replied, simultaneously giving Shan his servant's name while also naming his servant on the spot. He supposed that, with the amount of sentience he had allowed his new minion to have, allowing itself to be perpetuated not by Sebastian's will any longer but by the necrotic energy holding the body together, he would have to let the zombie stick around for a while. He had created an artificial soul for the body, a well of negative energy where its soul once was. It wasn't quite the same as a mortal soul, and would suffer no afterlife, but it gave life to Ulfendr, none the less. "But I shall trouble you no longer, master Orison. It has been a pleasure meeting you, and should we ever be in the same part of the world together, perhaps we will meet again," Sebastian said softly as he turned to leave, Ulfendr the zombie fledgling following closely behind him. For a moment, he hesitated at the doorframe, as if troubled by though. Then he was gone. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:10 pm Post #18 |
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"What, wait!" Shan yelled after him, but by the time he reached the door, Sebastian and Ulfendr were gone. He looked down the hallway just to be sure, but no one was there. "Goodbye Sebastian," he said to the empty air. "Good fortune to you." He stepped back inside and closed the door. "Well, that was interesting," he muttered as he locked the door. Now alone, he looked around the room. It was a very nice place. There was even a small spread on the table with fruit, cheese, bread and a bottle of wine. It seemed a waste to let it just sit there and rot, so he sat to eat. Halfway through his second glass, there was an insistent banging on the door. "Open up in there! Come out with your hands up!" Well, it looks like the fear of Sebastian finally left the owner. Wonder what he did to cow him for so long. On the other hand, best not to know. "Open up, or we're breaking down the door!" yelled the angry voice. "What! No you're not! I got you here to arrest those men, not cause property damage!" yelled a second voice, the kind that sounded like it served ale and sampled his wares a bit too often for his health. "We do what's necessary to maintain order, and that sometimes means breaking down a few doors." "Not in my inn you don't!" Ah, good, I do love arguments. They give me more time. Shan got to work. "Listen, you said this man assaulted you and his accomplice had an unconscious young man. Really, I'm questioning why you didn't fetch us earlier." "What in the underworld are you accusing me of? I came as soon as I could!" "You said they came over an hour ago. What made you wait so long?" "Well, that man...he...well...Look, he's the criminal, not me! I am not the one under interrogation!" "Your refusal to let us do our duty certainly implicates you." "Fine! Go in and see for yourself! They're dangerous lunatics!" "As you wish." The door and much of the doorframe collapsed inward. Uniformed men ran into the room to find no one there. The only thing left of Shan was the rope of bedsheets leading down from the window, and a lack of portable accessories in the room. |
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