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| Lamia Daerva | Sep 7 2017, 08:15 PM Post #1 |
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After Half Master Race's adventure through the Savage Frontier, dealing with the Ordaining, rescuing Hekaton, the rest of the team took a break and went to their separate home's until they were summoned for the awarding ceremony. Holed up in her own home, the Tiefling stayed in her study sorting out books that she had come by during her travels and writing information down that she had learned from the Giant's during her travel as well as taking notes of the various creatures that they had encountered. Stacks of books were laid across her study table, her pet Griffon lay asleep in the corner of the room and the Lamia was writing away at her desk as she tried to recall every single creature that they had faced. She had her notes on the people that she had met, the towns they had visited and her sketches of the different giant runes. In her home, it seemed absurdly quiet. In such a huge house were only two creatures who hardly made much of a fuss. The place seemed almost spotless as she had just recently gone home and her apprentice had left long before she got back. Lamia laid back against her chair, picking up her goblet from the table and swirled it around before taking a sip of the crushed good berry juice. The Tiefling stood, grabbing some of her books and heading to the shelves to return them to their proper place. |
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| Khorgol Ul-gorgosh | Sep 11 2017, 12:54 PM Post #41 |
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The Dessarin River flowed gently into the Sword Coast's sea. The land outside Waterdeep was a beautiful and lush landscape, a stark contrast to the cesspool that humans arrogantly named 'City of Splendors'. Although winter was well on its way, the colors of early autumn still dominated the landscape, painting the land in rich orange hues. He needed to get away from the city for a bit, to be in a land where the predators made sense to him. Outside of the slave trade, politics never quite struck a strong nerve with Khorgol. Everyone was so obsessed with what they were called or what chairs they were sitting in or what shiny hats they could wear that they missed the bigger picture. Even the cartographers who designed the maps knew that the cities that pocked the north were only dots, while the wilderness held the true depth of the land's persona. Civilization only left pock marks in the perfect, unblemished land, Khorgol thought. Squirrels ran past him, clearly preparing for winter. They were carrying various nuts in their mouths as they scampered up into their homes. A group of stags harmoniously galloped through the glade, searching for warmth in a land that was soon to be overrun by the bitter cold. He hoped they would find survive, as the season of death was far more dangerous to them than any predator. Khorgol sighed. It was in times like this he remembered his wife the most. Eladamri could silence his demons like no other, and with her crystal like voice, even silence his god. He set with his legs forming a circle in front of him, stealing air from the serene autumn wind. Becoming conscious of his breathing, Khorgol relaxed. He missed her, but not a mournful manner. Memories of her warmed his heart, and though he longed for the feeling of completeness she gave him, he knew she was always there. In every warring front, in every heated argument, in every moment of silence. Silence and peace. It was time to commune with nature. He closed his eyes, not to ask any questions, but to take in the full glory of nature. No angry gods to disturb him. No civilization. Only the wilderness that struck a balance with his own nature. He sighed, and wondered what wisdom nature would impart to him today, it had been a while since he spoke to Damri, he spirit bear. The wind whistled through the trees as he heard a familiar voice. Khorgol, you idiot--I left Kael'thas with you and now he's gone and lost his mind--what happened?! GRUUMSH. FUCKING. DAMNIT. Her voice echoed in his mind, her condescension breaking any solace offered by nature. That elf bitch! Doesn't she have better things to bother him with her problems? He had JUST disposed of one pesky distraction. "I don't know what you're talking about he was fine when I left him! ALSO GIVE ME BACK MY -" If she could sound annoyingly bitchy over this channel, then he hoped she got an earful from his raging answer. Unfortunately, Khorgol forgot to use his inside voice (and that that sending spell was only limited to twenty five words). Wildlife scattered away from the glade he set on. Apparently he roared his answer to the sending spell quite clearly. Subconsciously, he had drawn his axe, his eyes were that of a bear throttled awake during hibernation. A voice rumbled inside him, screaming for him to kill. Not now, he thought, forcing the voice away. He was no longer in a mood for peace. It was time to look for the elf again. Walking away from the glade, the wind picked up, biting into the warmth of his body. Snow had begun to fall. Edited by Khorgol Ul-gorgosh, Sep 11 2017, 01:06 PM.
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| Kael Inverse | Sep 11 2017, 01:22 PM Post #42 |
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Back in Lamia's house~ "Thanks Sir Merrick but I think I'll be fine." Kael says, as he imagines the horrors of suddenly remembering everything in one moment. "All the memories surging back at once might be too much for me. How about I try to recover them on my own, slowly? What do you think?" Kael asks. |
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| Merrick Tealeaf | Sep 11 2017, 01:47 PM Post #43 |
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Healing may sometimes be bitter, but it is always for your own good. I urge you to reconsider, as you would never be certain that you have recovered everything until you have received professional healing. |
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| Icarus DeVir | Sep 11 2017, 02:17 PM Post #44 |
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Ow. Icarus squeezed her eyes shut as the roar came back, quickly reminding her as to why she didn't often use the sending spell on Khorgol. On top of it, it seemed as though he had almost forgotten about his ring--only to be reminded about it now. Whoops. She stood dourly by the wall, watching Kael insist on recovering on his own. Let him walk around without knowing anything? HA. Half of Waterdeep will be dead by tonight. I'd like to see him explain that to the Lord's Alliance. Icarus thought, although she refrained from voicing out her opinions. She had a bad feeling she was about to get stuck with Kael. It wasn't that she hated the elf--she had taken him in as an apprentice. His time with her in Gauntlgrym proved to be one of the zaniest and most challenging days of Icarus' life. It didn't help that she decided to once again take another apprentice, Tempest, towards the end of Kael's contract with her. Being a sorcerer, magic was different when it came to Kael. He simply did not learn the way she did. He was a wild magic sorcerer, and the best she could teach him was control over his wild magic surges. It had been difficult--they had come across accidents more than once. It also didn't help that he was noble. He refused to do chores and the like, sneaking off to use magic to do the tasks she left him. On top of it all, he thought his charms would work on her. He often tried to diffuse her anger with a witty jab or two, which, she would never admit, slightly worked, and she hated it. She was his master, not a friend--although the little bastard had wormed his way into the latter. Tempest was a little more malleable, but Kael had a strong influence on her as well. All in all, it had been a relief to get him out of her hair, but she made sure she kept tabs on him, just in case. Gods knew he had so much hair left around in his room for her to scry on him for a long, long time. He was, after all, of the House of Inverse. With Merrick handling Kael, Icarus' attentions went to Lamia. The tiefling had certainly developed, since the last time Icarus saw her. She moved with a graceful gait of someone powerful. No rush, no hurry. She knew what she was doing. She had forgotten which faction Lamia was from, but for a second, Icarus wondered if she would be a useful addition to New Thay--if she would even consider the notion. But then she'd probably have to bring THAT one. Icarus thought as she let her eye flicker towards Ulth for a second. It had been a mistake on her part, showing off her staff, without knowing just how powerful he was. For all she knew, he could be just as powerful as her, though she doubted it. Still it was a horrid mistake on her part. She had not seen anything in particular that marked his school of magic, and it was curious to find a mage under another caster who did not practice arcane magic. Edited by Icarus DeVir, Sep 11 2017, 05:03 PM.
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| Kael Inverse | Sep 11 2017, 08:31 PM Post #45 |
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"Alright Merrick. I'll take your offer. Speaking of Diamonds, I have some here." Kael says as he reaches into a bag of holding. "Hold on, there's a lot of stuff inside. Let me flip it inside out." Kael says as he reverses his bag. Gems of different sizes and types pour out, along with his staff of power and a wand. "Wait hold on where's the diamonds?" Kael says as he shakes the bag. Eventually, two skeletons armed with shortbows and quivers come out, each with diamond eyes. The skeletons salute him. One of them says: "Erm... We had some fun with your diamonds. Here, have them back" as it dislodges two sizable diamonds from its eye sockets. Kael looks at Merrick, looks at Icarus, looks at Merrick, then Icarus again. "Ermm... This I do remember." Kael's eyes widen as they dart back and forth between the two. "I CAN EXPLAIN" |
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| Merrick Tealeaf | Sep 12 2017, 12:37 AM Post #46 |
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Another one of those kinds of wizards then. This was starting to get slightly out of hand. The skeletons showed a remarkable amount of sapience - a sign that the wizard who animated them was both powerful enough to grant it, yet either foolish enough to allow this kind of freedom in his undead servants, or had the hubris to believe that they could amply control them despite this.... most likely the latter. Merrick quickly grasps a diamond from the hand of the skeleton - it is heavy and uncut, shimmering with the natural beauty of a raw diamond. He then looked straight at Kael with holy symbol in one hand and the diamonds in another as he prayed. "Let this madness end, and let Helm's peace descend upon this tortured mind" as he crushed the diamond in his hand into dust, it sparkled and blew over the form of Kael, absorbing the holy light from Merrick's Holy Symbol then diffusing over him in a wash of light. "Now please tell us how you are feeling, Mr. Kael, and if you could kindly share from your memories why you saw fit to perform necromancy within city limits, and perhaps even bring down an Inquisition on this party?" It would really be too much trouble if the Church associated me directly with a wanted necromancer. Hopefully I could at least impress the need for secrecy on this one, or quickly get out of this house before further suspicious actions were committed. |
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| Icarus DeVir | Sep 12 2017, 01:21 AM Post #47 |
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Icarus raised her eyebrow, seeing Kael up end his bag of holding, revealing a dozen of trinkets, gems, and other valuable things--and then the skeletons came out. Icarus stared daggers at Kael as she quietly shifted her stance, in case Kael had managed to reanimate the dead--and not maintain control over it. There was no need, though. The skeletons seemed to take after their master-- empty headed and shiny. Once again, Merrick glowed with holy light as he crushed the diamond after praying to Helm. Yep. More glitter. Just what he needed. Icarus thought absently, wondering if that did the trick. She hadn't known the cleric to fail in his art, but wild magic surge could be unpredictable. When Merrick mentioned 'necromancy,' Icarus bit her lip, wondering if Merrick had intended that phrase for her as well. " Sentimental saps. " Icarus breathed quietly to herself as she sighed, watching Merrick inspect Kael. Magic was magic-- it was the wielder who made it evil or good. Just as a fighter chose what his sword cut down. But they all got squeamish at the thought of loved ones being disturbed from their 'final resting place.' No. That was not the case. The body was a shell--shed soon enough. It was the soul that mattered. All these skeletons and bodies--they were nothing but corpses, sentimental bags of rotting flesh to whom people attach memories too. Sentimental saps. Was it better to let them be fertilizer for the soil? To be eaten by maggots, vile little things that would worm through their flesh, eating their eyeballs, their organs--everything else? She could feel her annoyance boiling up once again--but she quickly set them aside, schooling her face into a blank slate. It seemed Kael had been doing more than just sneaking into her private studies to copy her notes on necromancy. There was a slight feeling of pride--she knew she would've done exactly the same thing in his place. |
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| Ulthware the Sage | Sep 12 2017, 02:07 AM Post #48 |
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Ulthware watched this scene play out, and couldn't quite hold his tongue. He could not resist a good debate. The tiefling conjured up and lit his cigar in the corner of the room and hoped Mistress Lamia would forgive him for what he was about to say. Holy light made him itch. "What's wrong with necromancy? Advances made by the colleges of magic in this art have allowed society to gain amazing leaps in terms of healthcare, crime solving, and the military." A puff of smoke emerged from his mouth. "Keeping it secret will only create unregulated covens. Besides, this is Waterdeep, no one really cares?" He had hoped to goad the halfling into an argument, his eyes flaredthe color of heated metal. |
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| Icarus DeVir | Sep 12 2017, 02:23 AM Post #49 |
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Against her resolve, Icarus glanced at the tiefling, then at Lamia. Were those his words or Lamia's? Pity if they were Lamia's sentiments that he simply echoed. If he could argue, then whichever school of wizardry he came from would certainly benefit from him. Too many wizards fell through the cracks of wizarding school--some even graduating the test of the towers of magic, barely able to tell their components apart. She covered her grin with her fist, pretending to staunch a cough, wondering how Merrick would take the tiefling's words. He wasn't one to mince words either, and he was known to be quite formidable once he put his foot down about something. For once it was nice not to be the one defending necromancy. |
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| Merrick Tealeaf | Sep 12 2017, 02:24 AM Post #50 |
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"As a cleric that regularly uses necromancy to put a stopper on life and even bring it back, I have nothing against the school of magic itself." Merrick replies in a dry and sarcastic tone while allowing lime green light to emanate from his raised hand as a skeletal hand seems to show through too-pale skin. "However, the bad name that may be associated with me if I hang around necromancers is unavoidable, mostly because of various Liches and Dark Elves that have definitely taken it too far to harm the innocent in their mad bids for power" A clenched fist and the light becomes pure and radiant once again, banishing the pale green shadows cast by the previous magic. "It is a madness and lust for power that comes with violating taboo and treating your fellow man as nothing more than a resource. And that, I can never approve of." Edited by Merrick Tealeaf, Sep 12 2017, 02:30 AM.
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