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The Arcane Order |
| Watching silently for a brief moment she sees
Khalin looking down at her newly fallen body.
Khalin : "Sevanna?" She smiles silently from beyond the ether.. be safe Fool... And before the moment passes she drifts along silently...confused and alone watching the odd group of unfamiliar faces drift out of the crypt. Who am I? |
| He watched as the last of the group made
their way into the forest. And as the last glow of daylight left the
sky, he made his way into the crypts they had abandoned. He was greeted
by a swarm of skeletons. But they did not attack. Instead, they parted
for him, staring at him through empty sockets. As he made is way deeper,
the spectres and wraiths below did the same.
Traversing stairs and hallways, passing corpses and blood-stained manacles as he had done a thousand times before, he found himself in the same familiar room. He took a moment to stare at the pentagram on the floor. Strange that this place still possesses so much power. One would think that it would have diminished by now. He crossed the boundary of the circle, and made his way to the frail form that lay lifeless on the floor, discarded by those that had been here before. Reaching down, he lifted the body of the drowess and set her down in the middle of the circle. Tugging at a pouch on his belt, he opened it and retrieved a small vial from within — a vial that was identical to the one given to the drowess just days before. He spun it around in his hand for a moment, analyzing the contents. To a casual eye it was blood, but to his senses it was so much more. He uncorked the top and breathed in the scent, invigorated by it. Poor drowess. If only you had known that salvation lie in this little vial. Perhaps I would be without a servant. He grinned silently. But you have done your work well. He dipped his fingers into the vial, soaking them with blood. Then he kneeled down before the body of the drowess and began to draw symbols on her forehead and her bare chest and thighs. He grinned for a moment, imagining the rage on her face when she realized that he had touched her naked flesh as she would never have allowed in life. Then, his drawings complete, he took the vial and poured the remainder of its contents into her mouth, stroking her neck so it would slide down her throat. The murmuring began before he stood up, but once he was on his feet they were much clearer. He took a single step away from the body, and chanted the words aloud — words that had not been spoken for generations. And he felt the power of those words. He felt his master almost as if it were present. For an instant, every undead thing in the crypts let out a single, unified shout. And then it was silent. The delicate body of the drowess stirred briefly. Then it shuddered. Then it began to convulse, reacting to the pain and shock of the ritual, and choking on the blood briefly before swallowing it. He watched as her ebon skin turned to gooseflesh as feeling returned and she reacted to the cold, hard floor of the crypt, and the chill air inside. After a few moments, she let out a gasp, followed by short, desperate breaths. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Sevanna.” The sinister presence stared, waiting for her eyes to open. And they did. And the hatred that glared back at him made him smile. “What, my dear? No thanks for the one who helped you restore your drow? No kind words for the one who brought you back from the dead?” His mocking tone only fueled her rage. But she was weak still, and action would have to wait. She shivered in the cold room, folding her legs to her chest and wrapping herself in her arms both in an attempt to warm herself and to cover her nakedness. The man just looked back, amused, while she shot him a look that promised revenge and a slow death. He tossed a dingy gray robe toward her, and she quickly donned it. Ignoring her glare, he turned around and headed back toward the entryway, stroking his full red beard as he went. “Come Sevanna. I have fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now it is time for us to go. This forest is always full of watching eyes, and now is not the time for revelations.” He walked out the door, knowing she would follow. But he could not help but worry, if only just a little. She is a fiery one. I had best be careful the games I play with her... |
| Sevanna followed her master as bid. She
cursed her very existence as she went. Thirsting for this mans blood.
But that would have to wait... Xas.. till the time was right.
The drab gray robe he had given her rustled a noisily and itched. The nights events echoed in her mind.. Poor ol' Tal he never could say goodbye She shook herself briefly reminding herself she had other matters.... Other more... pressing matters. |
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