Post by Corothius Encinosa on Sept 30, 2012 23:46:25 GMT -5
Dance of the Rot: ::If you didn't look at what was going on behind the thick stone walls of the castle that sat upon a large hill over looking the ocean, it would have been a place of great beauty. The rich blues of the ocean rolled along the sandy cost line which merged into rolling sand dunes and quickly into the pine forests that ran several miles up towards the stunted mountains and forests beyond. Wild life was rich in the area, deer, bore, bears and turkey were all prime for the hunt whenever one should desire. Indeed the castle was the only structure that marred the picturesque landscape, a massive thing with walls that spread out far beyond the structure proper, giving room for a small settlement within. It had clearly not been constructed with the undead in mind, made by the hands of the living and not the dead, holding behind these towering walls stables, food houses, barracks and several other sub structures that were dwarfed by the palace proper. Foot prints rested within the dirt road leading up from the ocean towards the gates of the castle, which started from the docks where long boats rested under lock and key, chained to the port to keep theives and bandits at bay.::
XlXShadowWarrior: - Thunder rumbled as the clouds parted to allow the other to descend from them. He was surrounded by three spirit orbs moving in a circle around him, each with a grinning face like a mask. His body was outlined with a red and black aura radiating with electricity. He would remain at mid float over the structure below. He would eventually vanish and reappear within the courtyard of the structure and look around, while his hands gently petted a fleshy looking mask which was making pleasured snarls and purring sounds to the gentle petting-' The special Target got away, Strange how he didn't simply dissappear when I trapped him.. could it be possible he needs time to gather the energy to perform such an old trick. - He would think allowed as he continued to pet the mask who enjoyed every ounce of petting. If he was that easy to capture... he may be much easier to possess...'>d<
Syados Edge: ‡Vitharr the Bandit Lord knew not what had transpired that night at the Port of Kiel save of what his men had informed him of upon their return to the isle. The morning after he made preparations to take his leave of skull island and board one of his ships that would take him to the badlands, and the fortress where the lich had informed him he would hold residence in. The passage upon the waters would perhaps take half the day, perhaps more. Perhaps even more than a day. Such though was not of great importance. He was already approaching the emaculate gateway that led into the castle at this point. The longboat that had brought him to shore was returning to the ship until the signal was given to return for him when he was through here. Behind him a handful of men kept to him as his personal guard, two of them of the very group who had been dispersed to the port of Kiel to aid in the havoc that was caused there. Upon entering, the appearance of the priest was noted. A being he had not wholly met, as these beings with magi to such extremes he had decided to keep a distance from for now, until he was sure they were trusworthy enough to do otherwise. Over his back loomed the handle of a heavy warhammer that was harnssed upon his back, hidden though from view beneah the overlay of his fur laiden cloak. ‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest released the mask the moment it began to
squirm and floated up just above the priest's shoulder. The mask would turn
to face Vitharr those blood shut eyes widening and that crooked over bite
canine grin would also grow as drool a green foul goo leaked from it's jaws and
drizzled down to the ground, which reawaken that foul unknown stomach turning
smell.-" Vi...Vitharr I was wondering when you would show- the priest would
speak and then the mask opened it's mouth to speak for him.' the amsks voice had
one of those demonic echoing voice which sounded like many children speaking
at once- I've been expecting you and the other one too- The mask would float
up even higher and began shifting into a sphere. The priest would turn his
body to fully face the other his right arm exteneding out to his side as his
staff appeared the sphere that the mask became would float down and sink
inside of it.- "This Osirus Is a strange and unique subject....maybe but
doubtful could be usefull if his mind could be tamed,">d<
Dance of the Rot: ::The door was brought open for him with a slow groan as
taunt chains pulled upon gears untill he and his retinue had room to enter.
Looking upon the parapet he would see a group of skeletal figures that
stalked the walls. They were not but bone and dirt, held togeather not by
sinew, muscle or skin but by the foul, dark arcane which bound their bodies
to the earth. The did, however, have armor of some form, breast plates, boots,
greaves and gauntlets, armed with assortments of weapons though each of them
carried with them heavy cross bows and a quiver of bolts. It was these such
creatures that had brought the gate open for him, as they were now closing it
behind him. As the two of them spoke, another pair of such sentries had
opened the portcullis to the palace proper, leaving the doors to be pushed
open by a towering man like figure, dressed from neck to foot in full plate mail
of dark, tarnished bronze color. He had no weapons upon him, but held a form
that was far to large to be that of a normal man, standing a full head and
shoulders over even the tallest of men. His skin was dark blue as if he had
been drowned and resting in water for days, though skin was gaunt and tight,
pulled tight over a bald head. Eyes and lips had been stiched shut with red
thread, though still it spoke clearly as it approched the pair of them,
standing at attention before them.:: "Why have you come to the lair of my
Lord?"
Syados Edge: ‡ This fortress was a spawn of undead and necromancy as far as
he was concerned. They were kept as allies, for they all held similar goals.
The undead still drew a fascination from his attention, ever watching the
nearer, and the distant as if awaiting for one to crumble back to the dust of
the ground for some unknown reason, or waiting perhaps for something else to
occur that was not normal at all. Such as a huge armored being of blue flesh
that approached Vitharr as his own approach towards the priest had come near to
a closing end. The lack of life in the surrounding area kept him on his
rather reflexive edge. As if he were still cautious and ready to be betrayed
by foul magic that was only whispered of by fireplace and tankard. A nod was given
to the priest, and perhaps to the mask as well feeling as though it deserved
a gauge of respect as much as the priest, but eyeing them both with a
questionable rise of a brow as if the respect concerning such matter would remain an
unspoken matter. He'd partially turn to face the knight....his tone strong
and deep, and the sort really understood by other men of similar states of
life as himself... those who hid and whispered amongst their places of ambush
where death would be brought upon others with ease.-"....We are here to speak
with your...Master. I seek to details as to what occured at Port Kiel....and
why our problem is still a problem..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest would say nothing . He remained silent even
as the other approached the two he would shift to face the other now but no
words were spoke and no move was made. Hearing Vitharr ask about what occured
last evening he would still remain quiet and wait to hear what the one
with blue flesh would say before he even spoke his own possible discovery .
Like he had done with his mask the top of his staff was lightly petted at
while he waited to hear of what went on with last night's events with the other
while finally he made some movement and spoke in a light turn.- Capture was
easily done, but delay caused an easy escape.">d<
Dance of the Rot: ::The creature gave a slow nod before turning about
towards the palace.:: "Follow me then." ::The doors remained open for them to
follow, though of course were closed behind them once they did, as well as
the portcullis. While a castle was made for defense, and a palace for luxury,
this seemed to have taken both roles, for while the walls were thick enough
to withstand the heavy assault from seige engines, at least more than one
blow, it was also a place of great lavishness. Rich tapestries hung upon the wall,
stitched with threads of gold and embedded with jewels the size of ones eye.
It was not just one tapestry, but many. Suits of armor left empty lined the
walls, blades crossed behind shields, sprawling works of art and over
the flag stones a rich carpet of red that lead along the hall way and to the
beautiful statues of angles that was the center piece of the room, pouring
water from their gourds into the pool around there feet. Here the hall opened up
into a large chamber with stair wells wrapping about the walls to a balcony
above where a pair of doors rested with another under them, framed by the
stairs. Off to each side was another wing of the castle, wings that they would
not be lead towards but instead to that center door way. This was opened to
stiars leading down and into a basement and storage area. Over the cold flag
stones he lead them untill he came a cage like door of metal embedded
into the wall, which he opened for them to a show a small chamber that was no
larger than a walk in closet.:: "Please enter."
Syados Edge: ‡The knight was eyed, perhaps a part of him grateful that such
was not done to any of his men. Perhaps grateful that it was not he himself
that had been tranformed into such a creature beneath the lichs control. WHen
the way was to be led inside of the great keep his attentions would shift to
the priest once more to continue their conversation. His attention though,
would be easily drawn to the luxor of the decor that kept the inner sanctum
of the keep quite entertaining to the eye that appreciated such rich taste. Some
who pillaged merely threw all their winnings into a huge pile to be taken of
as was needed. The lich though, was of another sort, and exhibited such for
his visitors to view, if not even the lich himself to perhaps sate his tastes.
There were many reasons to go across the lands pillaging and looting.-" I
know not what is between Osiris and our friend here, but I think I will bring
this matter up. Such men wielding power as Osiris should not be given the
illusion that he will not be killed. But if he can be....tamed....then
perhaps the question shoudl be asked if he can wield such power whilst
dead...like everything else around here.:"‡
XlXShadowWarrior: "There's other methods in taming him and maintaining the
power. Last night he was easily trapped, and when I brought him to out friend
here... he dissappeared. I suspect his ability to escape from bindments such
as the sort I had around his body takes time... he was full of questions
which peaked my interest. If it didn't take time for him to be able to
disappear from my restraints why delay from doing it? distraction was also
easy."- He followed the two. It was not really easy to tell if the preiest was
observing his surroundings due to that veil over his face. As they continued
he preceded more in his story-" If we seash from talking an answering his
questions and went straight to the point he should be within our control in no time... I
can tame his abilities by causing his body to die and forcing his soul into a
mask.. he'll be a perfect severant and when you wish it all you have to do is
wear the mask and his abilities are your very own. Distraction bind me and
straight to the precedure without him allowing time to gain the ability or
the advantage... what's left of the body would make a good vessel incase
either of ours is destroyed... we can also use it to decieve his allies and our other
targets who might know him and bring them into a trap..>d<
Imaboggle: ::The girl shivered violently as the metal doors were shoved open
with a noisy, rattling clang. She seemed very young, no more than 14 years
old, and was dressed as any girl from the Port would be. The tears in her
eyes threatened to fall as she lifted her chin in a valiant attempt to appear
brave. This effect was slightly spoiled by her general appearance of abject
fear. "I'll be the one escorting you d-down towards the...the chambers, my
lord," she stammered miserably. As they piled into the creaking elevator,
she pulled an ornate lever to their right, and lifted up an oil lamp from the
floor as the doors slammed shut with an ear-splitting crack. The metal
screeched as the gears began to turn, and with a violent jerk and a continuous
sound of screaming metal, the elevator began to descend within the castle. It
didn't take long for it to reach its destination, and the girl lit the
lantern with trembling fingers as the doors slowly grated open to a circular
room. She ignored the other doors in the room and went straight to the
descending spiral staircase in the middle of the room. If one were to peer
down it, one would see patches of enveloping, inky darkness, only barely punctuated by
small wall torches. The girl motioned the men to follow her as she descended
the long rickety stairs, and the darkness seemed to press on all sides. As
they descended,the girl's lamp illuminated many cell doors along the walls of
the staircase, each with copper tubes connecting the doors together. Terrible
screams of pain and human misery resonated from every cell door, amplified
into their neighbor's cell through the copper pipes. The girl's shoulders
slumped and she cringed at every moan and scream, and moved as quickly as
possible down the steps. She didn't dare look back to see if the men were
following her, and her lamp bobbed as she scurried down to the end of the stairs and
stopped at the doors leading into a long corridor. "Won't be long now," she
whispered, mostly to herself. She opened the doors to a long stone corridor
with three rooms on each side that led down to a much larger room at the
end. The copper tubes running along the prisoner's cells also ran into the
final room, which glowed with candlelight and eminated wet, gurling screams
punctuated by the sound of crunching bones.::-d-
Syados Edge: ‡The switch from a huge armored blue grunt, to a surprisingly
shorter, young....girl had the barbarian lord feeling a bit disturbed and
caught afflicted with matters that would make her father or mother rush into
the yard to vomit. She seemed unscarred, except perhaps emotionally, and such
proved itself worse as she led them through the inner contours of the keep at
a more direct route where many others could readily be investigated and
explored if one had such time, and such a stomach. The matter had been brought to
his attention by one of his men when the group had returned from the Port of
Kiel,. The matter as to what the lich would do with all the captives that
were taken from the city. As he followed the girl with due accord, his wonderings
became answered, to some degree at least. He remained blind save to the
sounds that were emitting through that engineered tube that ran along both
sides of the corridor they walked along. His eyes turning into one chamber after the
other as if to scry into the darkness to discern what or whom was caged
beyond. The girl was eyed from time to time as well. The note of abject fear
and the will to overcome it was noticeable. If not moreso the strength to live
through the horrors that she was surrounded by and somehow given a task, and
somehow performing it quite well. He would voice the matter to her little
ears below, well compared to him they were little. -"...Lass, are you from the
Port of Kiel?‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - There was no emotion from the priest as if any emotion
he had, had died long ago. He would continue to follow no more words
exchanged to the other man while they followed the youngling through the
elevator and now down to another place udnerground the castle. his spirit orbs would
reappear and float all around him seeming to add alittle more but not much
light into the area. the sounds of screams and other unpleasnt sounds seem to
have him amused. but he did not linger and continued following.->D<
Imaboggle: ::The girl darted her eyes quickly to the man who had spoken to
her, but didn't say anything. Instead she wrapped her arms around herself and
lowered her head as she shuffled towards the room at the end of the corridor.
At a quick glimpse, the cells lining the corridor appeared to be filthy
torture chambers, and she kept her eyes deliberately averted and on the
ground. As they moved to the room at the end, she put the lantern out and set
it next to the door.Her demeanor did not change as she opened the door and gestured
them into the brightly lit chamber.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: ::What pity he had left, was offered to the Bandit lord.
He knew that the man did not appreciate the stench of decay. He knew he
would most likely not appreciate this particular oder either, for within the
center of that so brightly lit chamber lay a wooden long table with what
appered to be a man laying upon it. Heavy iron weights had been attached to
chains about his wrists and feet, so taunt that they held him in place over
the table. He had been shaven bald and stript newd, his head held down by an iron
clasp to keep him from jerking his head about. Along the walls medical notes
had been posted, finely scribed anatomical pictures of the many human
systems, as well as those of other races, dwarves, elves, even an Ogre. In one
corner a cart rested, over which a white lenin cloth had been placed, a stark
backdrop to the collection of tools placed upon upon them, as well as a large
trough of water that by now was no longer clear and held a red mist within it.
The figure they had came to see stood over the prone man, who by now had
clenched his jaw so hard from the pain he had broken several teeth. Unlike
the night prior, he wore stained and soiled robes of white, held fast with a
wide leather belt and leather apron from which more tools hung. The mans
torso had been split open in a fine line, his skin peeled back and nailed
down to the stained table with his muscles done much the same, leaving his internal
organs and rib cage exposed. Despite the blood loose, and their was much
that ran over the white tiles into the four drains on the floor, the man was
kept very much alive and conscious, be it through alchemy, magic or his own
natural body. When the door swung open, he looked up from his work, a pair
of gold rimmed glasses held in place over each ear and a single pin where his
nose once was.:: "This was unexpected. What brings you here?" ::He questioned
with a cant of his head, the tall skeletal figure, setting aside a small
hammer, knocking a nail out in the process.:: "Drat. Child, could you
replace that for me?" ::He looked from the two of them and down to the young girl,
picking up the hammer and tossing it her way.::
Syados Edge: ‡The girl could only be given a pat on the head to assuage her
level of comfort as he passed her by and entered the brightly lit room. He
glanced about with that sharpened eye that riveted and ran across every image
that could be looked upon in a matter of those few introductory moments
before the lich would speak. A smirk tailed the formalities as he was not
feeling himself wrench in disgust at the sight before him. There was a
lifting brow anoting his curiousity, with a remorseful twinge of his lips to the fate of
the man who had to endure such attention, alive. He'd approach, slow and not
in any hurry to be the next one upon the table. His arms came up to fold upon
his chest and send his hands looming into the secure contours beneath his
warming arms. His head shifted towards the priest who was behind him, and
hopefully of a mind to enter as well.-"Ahh....finding anything of interest in
there yet? He didn't swallow his purse before you captured him did he?" A humored
chuckle roughly eminated through his chest, testing the air for a moment or
three but not much longer than that at his own jest. He'd approach a little
further, perhaps wanting to see what else could be noticed for perhaps the first
time...at least upon a body that wasn't mangled or torn apart by a
weapon.-"....I came to find out what went wrong. Our priest friend here tells
me that tongues dallied for a little too long, he also tells me that it was almost a
complete success..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: The priest would observe the sight before them, his
composure seemed to change not of shock or fear but of pleasure. at the bound
man who had been secured down strippes, shaved and with the skin of torso cut
open to expose the interior of the man's body. Oh the priest indeed had not
only a mad man's mind but a lust and desire to preceded further.-
Beautiful... exquisite... how creative. - The priest was critiquing the gore
before them as if it was a work of elaborate art. - I hope you will allow me to take part
I would love to do a special project combines with your talents on your next
victim.- His enegry was growing as his aura reappeared a strange window came
from him for a moment it looked like that veil would be lifted but all
they could see was the smirk one of great pleasure at what looked like a
victim of being dissected alive. the window would die out and he reached out
yet he wasnt far enough to touch but it was obvious he wanted to touch this bound
guneapig.- The fear in this one is incredble.. It fills my body with so much
energy I am almost it makes me feel as wild as an utamed playful kid.. I can
almost taste it... the fear. - an amushed chuckle rumbled from his throat.- Look
at how the blood flows and the organs move... absolutly beautiful.">d<
Imaboggle: ::The girl startled as the lich addressed her and tossed the
hammer and nail at her feet. She shut her eyes and trembled as she picked up
the tools, and kept them tightly closed as she inched slowly towards the
table. The eviscerated man watched her and moaned as he realized what she
was about to do, and her whimpers mingled with his low sounds of pain. The
tears began flowing freely down her cheeks now as she gave a begging look
towards the skeletal lich, but to no avail. This was not the first time she had
assisted him this way, and it would not be the last. She gingerly held a flap
of the tortured man's collarbone skin back between her thumb and forefinger,
placing it as flat as she could on the table, and centered the nail in the middle of
the muscle. Sobbing, she began pounding it with all her strength, nailing it
back into place. When it was finally done she slammed the hammer back down on
the table and curled up in a far corner of the room, plugging her ears
against the man's screams.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: "What went wrong?" ::He raised his brow slightly at the
question, pressing his withered palm againt the edge of the table and leaning
upon it.:: "Nothing went wrong with my task. I collected subjects for my
goals. It was my understanding that you and," ::He turned his cold gaze
upon the priest and his hand reaching out.:: "Don't touch him. This is not
done out of art, joy or any desire to cause pain. This is Science, and I am
not done with my investigation into the subject. As I was saying, you and
the priest here were going to handle our friend while I handled the port.
Only then did I see that he had taken Osiris not into town, but directly in
front of me, at which point he and I were seporated by a barrier of some sort
before he vanished. Teleporation spell I would wager." ::He turned his back
on them then, just in time to see the young woman going into the corner as
the man howled in agony. He raised his voice to speak over him.:: "And yes, I have
found something, as I have in each subject. I fed him rotten meat several
hours ago and as you can see." ::He brought a bony finger to poke the mans
liver, causing a sharp cry and sob from the fellow.:: "It has cause swelling of
the liver and the stumach. Through this I can make several assumptions,
though Science demands I be able to repeat the experiment to make sure. Now,
child!" ::He barked to the young woman, pointing angrily towards the table.::
"Bring me my bone saw and the separator, I want to get a better look at his
lungs."
Syados Edge: ‡The explanation the lich gave him was listened to him, and
considered as he allowed himself to be perplexed by the power of magic that
was spoken of, magic tha the had not a hand in nor was of the sort to use by
tradition and beliefs of his people. There was no dishonor in allying
yourself with those who wielded it though, when one found enemies who had
magic themselves. Vitharr merely stood his ground as the priest was given his
lecture. An eyebrow lifted and twitced some as the girl in similar moments was
going about the matter of puncturing flesh anew with nail and hammer and
grating flesh farther and farther away from muscle and nerves alike as it was
hammered closer and closer to the wooden surface of the table...no doubt at least a
few inches beneath the hovering body itself. He even stooped down amidst the
interrupted moment to gauge just what that distance was with an interested
eye, to watch as flesh was stretched and perhaps even ripped as the strain of
the body was testily held in place and such factors. Perhaps when the man was
done screaming in abject fear would he speak again.-"....ahh...I see..it was
a mistake then to transport him elsewhere....a shame....my men were given
strict orders to kill him as soon as he was identified as Osiris..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: " Temptation is hard but I am restrainign myself for your
science, but still it's beautiful even if it is science.. I can hardly wait
to see what further plan you have for this one after your science experiment
is over.. if you don't have any permit me to show you something
then...with this subject or a new one...As for Osirus he was identified but nothing was done
thansk to that barrier.. as I said it was used other then protection it must
of been for time.. my proof why didn't he vanish when i trapped him?...
hmmmn.. think of the science could find from him and the essences of his soul i could
aquire and the use he could be for vathirr. He was easily caught once... he
can easily be caught again.. only this time we act quickly with no delay...
deal with him before the barrier comes up" >d<
Imaboggle: ::Her face grimy and tear-streaked, the girl stopped crying long
enough to take her fingers out of her ears and wrap her arms around her knees
as the men conversed. She slowly rose at the lich's orders, but kept her face
turned downwards as she shuffled towards the cart of surgical tools. She
picked up a well-kept bonesaw, whose razor-sharp teeth glinted in the
candlelight, and a rib separator, and slowly handed them to the lich. She
kept as far away from the table as she possibly could, and as soon as the tools were
handed over she immediately started back towards the corner she had been
huddled in. The door to the vivisection room had been left wide open, and the
corner she was in was very close to it, but she paid no attention to it. There was
no hope of escape from this place, and any attempt made so far had been met
with vicious retribution. Her young face was blank and devoid of hope as she
tried to make herself comfortable in the corner.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: "Well, I for one am not interested in turning him into a
work of science, an experiment or any thing of the like. I want him dead. I
don't want his soul destroyed, I don't want his will broken, I want an axe
through his face, and I want to see him in a pool of his own blood. This is a
foe to potent to toy with." ::He waved the bone saw about in front of him,
gesturing with it as the man below watched it in fear and anticipation.::
"So, if I am to be brought along as any thing more than a destraction next time, I
will strike to kill with every bit of arcane prowes I have. If I must I'll
even eat the bastard." ::Clearly slightly irate, he shook his head and put
his hand upon the mans shoulder as he plunged the saw into the body cavity and
started to saw his ribs with a bit of effort. While this was not the most
painful thing, as bones had few pain receptors, the shock and the horror at
the action was more than enough to make the man hollar in horror, though Tugarabog
was putting more and more effort into it before stopping midway through,
turning to face the man.:: "You're a healthy fellow arn't you? You must
drink a lot of milk, or get a lot of calcium don't you?" ::He shook his head and
continued on with a slight grunt of effort.:: "And no, priest, I have plans
for him, and every single one of my captors, which I do not wish to share."(d)
Syados Edge: ‡The lich sure was greedy with his tois. Vitharr merely looked
between the two as he'd step away, incase some arcane emphasis had to be
directed amidst the persuasion and denial of such matters, to ensure he would
not be caught amidst such matters. Recalling with ease that his own captives
were put into slave labor, a slight lift of a brow was drawn as he turned his
attention, or tried to, towards the priest. Yet, his eyes remained attentive
to the crack of bone as the saw pierced one rib, then the next in time with
each other. The marrow coming into view from the first perhaps as it began to
give way and fall inwards. The victim was eyed as well, the torrents of agony
and pain erupting again from the man's throat....or was trying to. Were
his lungs still properly functional amidst such a state? Part of him wanted
to merely stuff something in the mans maw to keep him silent so the three of
them could converse. He was polite though and waited till teh screams died
down enough to be overheard.-"...Eh, if you want there are bound to be a few
lazy whelps upon skull island in m'mines there whom you can relieve m'guards
the strain of whipping.. I must return there soon though, and perhaps you
should join me. If what I'm told is true the norse woman that was brought to
me has friends, friends who might come to her rescue. I'll just hope we deal
with Osiris soon......a man who can outwit your arcane abilities is one we need
to have dead.. ‡
XlXShadowWarrior: Then at least allow me to watch- he shivered when the men
began screamign not of fear but of pleasure, this was obviously pleasure to
him. Hearing the other a grin formed under that veil.- I've a plan dont worry
he was easily fooled by the temptress rage perhaps my friend he can be fooled
again since he is rather hated then i have no choice but to agree he must be
killed.- just then a ghost orb would float from the staffs and shift into a
mask this was no ordinary mask This one looked normal it was attractive
looking with a youthful man's face. I take a form a special form which will
be risky... nut ti should be enough to prevent any detection.. I with need
either both or one of you to aid me in order to make the plan more real. We must do
this either near... or within the structure of the stumble inne.>d<
Dance of the Rot: "Hmm." ::He paused for a moment mid saw of the last short
rib.:: "Vitharr, would you be willing to aid him in this task, or shall I?"
::He looked to the massive fellow with the warhammer, eyeing the handle the
poked out from behind the cape of furs.:: "I would prefer to go out as little as
possible and let you two handle this...though if he proves to be more than
can be handled by any two of us, I am willing to offer my aid." ::He
continued with the sawing untill he passed through the last rib, only then to start
on the other side.:: "Child, come hither, fetch me my quill, ink well and
some parchment while I finish this. I need to take notes." ::Making his way
through rib after rib, he made well sure not to damage the organs underneath. It
required a slow and careful hand, but he had done it many times before.::
"How is the woman, by the way?" ::He paused a for a moment, and if he had
lips he would have ::smirked.:: "Perhaps bring her here, and I can make good
use of her and give Osiris something to be truely upset about."(d)
Syados Edge: ‡ A snicker erupted from his conscious as he surmised what
would be done with the woman if he brought her to the keep he now stood
within. His arms would unfold as the lich stared at him so, untl he decided
that his view was sent towards that massive weapon lurking upon his back. The ideal
weapon that could crush through an undead and smash bones to useless dust
with ease compared to the slice and hack of a sword that was worse than the
saw currently in use before their watching eyes. The hammer was of course also ideal
against armor, and moreso what it was used for in battles amongst men, where
steel blades could not puncture or slice, the hammer could smash through with
ease. A smirk reminesced upon his nordic features as he thought upon
the matter. A pace stirred up to draw him shortly through the room, to begin
digesting the information that was noted on the papers lining the interior
walls. To discern just what exactly this ally of his came up with from such
experimenting and tests.-"...She is well enough. After I threw her to my men
she straightened up quickly enough. She tells me she owns much around if not
the port of Kiel itself. If such is true, you have provided me with quite a
winner. I am sure she will be devaastated to hear of what came to the
citizens of her little home. When I return, i will see if she knows anything
of this Osiris that may aid us in getting rid of him. "-He would turn to the table
again, as well as the trio near it.="....I will send more men next time, and
ensure he is taken care of before he knows what is upon him now that my men
know who he is. Come to skull island if you run out of captives....which I doubt
will occur anytime soon if the number that was taken from kiel is true. I
will let you sate yourself here, and hope your aid will not be needed."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: In order for it to work it would be better if it was the
one osirus felt more threaten by... he smirked... if she doesn't say a word
of aid I know a way to get it out of her Vitharr there's many methods of
doing it we'll try them all if we must.. if all fails wells well then the best
thing to strike down something like osirus is to strike him with something
far older and beyond his time.. but as a last resort since such a treasure is
the hardest to tame....and I wouldn't want it on your research list either.- he
commented toward Vitharr's friend.- When your ready Vitharr we'll ehad to
your island and I shall see your captive and if all fails I shall see what I
can do to... worm out her secrets...>d<
Imaboggle: ::By this time, the smell of blood and the sounds of splintering
bone appeared to greatly affect the girl, as she swayed and had to steady
herself against the stone wall to keep from dropping to her knees. She
covered her mouth with one hand and made a soft retching noise before moving again to
the cart, her hands shaking as she dropped to one knee to get to the bottom
shelf. She came up with a few sheets of parchment, a black crow's-feather
quill, and a small inkwell, all of which she clutched to her chest. She finally
lifted her red-rimmed eyes up from the floor to the grinning skull of the
lich, her face drained of color. "Master, m-may I please go back upstairs?
I'm not feeling very well," she pleaded. "You d-don't need me here, could I please do
some chores above ground?" None of the servants ever knew what to expect when
asking favors from the lich. He could lash out in anger at her impudence, or
suddenly realize there were more important things she could be doing in
the castle. Her knuckles began to turn white around the inkwell as she
clutched it tightly, waiting for what his response would be.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: ::As he continued sawing away, he looked to Vitharr who
was examining the parchment upon the walls. Upon reading the finer notes in
his very flowing, elaborate and beautiful hand writing, Tugarabog spoke of
how the bodies various systems worked, every thing from the skeletal system to
the nervous system, using complex terminology and referancing inque and
obscure tools or parts. It was clear he had a solid grasp on things, far
beyond many of the doctors of the lands. It would quickly become clear that he was as
effective practitioner of medicine and surgeon as he was at causing terror
and pain within people. While his methods of research were no doubt brutal
and inhuman, the information he was discovering would, if exposed to the
world, save lives on a grand scale. Finishing with the last short rib on the
right side, his long, bony fingers plucked at the sternum, which didn't want
to budge much at all. Grunting slightly he set it back down and looked to the
child.:: "No, I need you here to continue my research, and as you are an
illiterate street urchin, I shall be taking notes while you act as my hands.
If you damage the body, I'll feed you your parents after making you do the same,
understood?" ::He gave a curt nod to her before taking the quill and ink well
from her, placing them upon the cart and plucking up the parchment, as well
as a slate of stone to wright upon.:: "Now, use the bone separater to free the
ribs and sternum from the subjects chest."
Syados Edge: ‡Cold indeed. Such trauma upon a girl of such a young age would
kindle the seed to bud a woman of similar demeanor when she would come of
age. If she had lasted this far into the process of her captivity, he did not
doubt that she would make it without feeding upon her parents as such a threat
almost had him overcome with a need to exume laughter from his lungs
considering it for now a jest that only one of such undead qualities could
derive, and actually be telling the complete truth. Vitharr then would make leave of
the chamber. The door of course had been left open and would be headed
for.="till next we meet Tugarabog.. I will return to skull island and tend to
this norsewoman. If she suits me well i will return with her and cross these lands
once more to my home. And what you seek will be yours. "-He would wait for
the priest for a moment or two as he came to the door, to see if he would be
returning with him, or would join him at a later time in order to finish
watching the experiment that was being so reveled upon and mesmerizing. A
true student of the art perhaps.-"....Priest...you may join me at skull
island when you deem it time to do so..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest would take one look at the other's project
one last time ebfore following Vitharr ready to ehad to skull island to
begin his own special projects as well as meet this norsewoman who he
intended to drain out her secrets to find out more of Osirus to satisfy his own desire as
well as the desire of the two who want to know how to strike him down.- I
will join you now I am looking forward to your offering me these slackers
from your warriors hands. As well as picking the mind of this norsewoman.. if were
lucky she could be an even bigger key to Osirus undoing. If we are lucky her
very existance is his undoing. This we wont know until I've searched her
mine.- his mask floated to him and he examined it carefully.. such a creature...
like osirus.. could it really be that weak though?"<d>
XlXShadowWarrior: - Thunder rumbled as the clouds parted to allow the other to descend from them. He was surrounded by three spirit orbs moving in a circle around him, each with a grinning face like a mask. His body was outlined with a red and black aura radiating with electricity. He would remain at mid float over the structure below. He would eventually vanish and reappear within the courtyard of the structure and look around, while his hands gently petted a fleshy looking mask which was making pleasured snarls and purring sounds to the gentle petting-' The special Target got away, Strange how he didn't simply dissappear when I trapped him.. could it be possible he needs time to gather the energy to perform such an old trick. - He would think allowed as he continued to pet the mask who enjoyed every ounce of petting. If he was that easy to capture... he may be much easier to possess...'>d<
Syados Edge: ‡Vitharr the Bandit Lord knew not what had transpired that night at the Port of Kiel save of what his men had informed him of upon their return to the isle. The morning after he made preparations to take his leave of skull island and board one of his ships that would take him to the badlands, and the fortress where the lich had informed him he would hold residence in. The passage upon the waters would perhaps take half the day, perhaps more. Perhaps even more than a day. Such though was not of great importance. He was already approaching the emaculate gateway that led into the castle at this point. The longboat that had brought him to shore was returning to the ship until the signal was given to return for him when he was through here. Behind him a handful of men kept to him as his personal guard, two of them of the very group who had been dispersed to the port of Kiel to aid in the havoc that was caused there. Upon entering, the appearance of the priest was noted. A being he had not wholly met, as these beings with magi to such extremes he had decided to keep a distance from for now, until he was sure they were trusworthy enough to do otherwise. Over his back loomed the handle of a heavy warhammer that was harnssed upon his back, hidden though from view beneah the overlay of his fur laiden cloak. ‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest released the mask the moment it began to
squirm and floated up just above the priest's shoulder. The mask would turn
to face Vitharr those blood shut eyes widening and that crooked over bite
canine grin would also grow as drool a green foul goo leaked from it's jaws and
drizzled down to the ground, which reawaken that foul unknown stomach turning
smell.-" Vi...Vitharr I was wondering when you would show- the priest would
speak and then the mask opened it's mouth to speak for him.' the amsks voice had
one of those demonic echoing voice which sounded like many children speaking
at once- I've been expecting you and the other one too- The mask would float
up even higher and began shifting into a sphere. The priest would turn his
body to fully face the other his right arm exteneding out to his side as his
staff appeared the sphere that the mask became would float down and sink
inside of it.- "This Osirus Is a strange and unique subject....maybe but
doubtful could be usefull if his mind could be tamed,">d<
Dance of the Rot: ::The door was brought open for him with a slow groan as
taunt chains pulled upon gears untill he and his retinue had room to enter.
Looking upon the parapet he would see a group of skeletal figures that
stalked the walls. They were not but bone and dirt, held togeather not by
sinew, muscle or skin but by the foul, dark arcane which bound their bodies
to the earth. The did, however, have armor of some form, breast plates, boots,
greaves and gauntlets, armed with assortments of weapons though each of them
carried with them heavy cross bows and a quiver of bolts. It was these such
creatures that had brought the gate open for him, as they were now closing it
behind him. As the two of them spoke, another pair of such sentries had
opened the portcullis to the palace proper, leaving the doors to be pushed
open by a towering man like figure, dressed from neck to foot in full plate mail
of dark, tarnished bronze color. He had no weapons upon him, but held a form
that was far to large to be that of a normal man, standing a full head and
shoulders over even the tallest of men. His skin was dark blue as if he had
been drowned and resting in water for days, though skin was gaunt and tight,
pulled tight over a bald head. Eyes and lips had been stiched shut with red
thread, though still it spoke clearly as it approched the pair of them,
standing at attention before them.:: "Why have you come to the lair of my
Lord?"
Syados Edge: ‡ This fortress was a spawn of undead and necromancy as far as
he was concerned. They were kept as allies, for they all held similar goals.
The undead still drew a fascination from his attention, ever watching the
nearer, and the distant as if awaiting for one to crumble back to the dust of
the ground for some unknown reason, or waiting perhaps for something else to
occur that was not normal at all. Such as a huge armored being of blue flesh
that approached Vitharr as his own approach towards the priest had come near to
a closing end. The lack of life in the surrounding area kept him on his
rather reflexive edge. As if he were still cautious and ready to be betrayed
by foul magic that was only whispered of by fireplace and tankard. A nod was given
to the priest, and perhaps to the mask as well feeling as though it deserved
a gauge of respect as much as the priest, but eyeing them both with a
questionable rise of a brow as if the respect concerning such matter would remain an
unspoken matter. He'd partially turn to face the knight....his tone strong
and deep, and the sort really understood by other men of similar states of
life as himself... those who hid and whispered amongst their places of ambush
where death would be brought upon others with ease.-"....We are here to speak
with your...Master. I seek to details as to what occured at Port Kiel....and
why our problem is still a problem..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest would say nothing . He remained silent even
as the other approached the two he would shift to face the other now but no
words were spoke and no move was made. Hearing Vitharr ask about what occured
last evening he would still remain quiet and wait to hear what the one
with blue flesh would say before he even spoke his own possible discovery .
Like he had done with his mask the top of his staff was lightly petted at
while he waited to hear of what went on with last night's events with the other
while finally he made some movement and spoke in a light turn.- Capture was
easily done, but delay caused an easy escape.">d<
Dance of the Rot: ::The creature gave a slow nod before turning about
towards the palace.:: "Follow me then." ::The doors remained open for them to
follow, though of course were closed behind them once they did, as well as
the portcullis. While a castle was made for defense, and a palace for luxury,
this seemed to have taken both roles, for while the walls were thick enough
to withstand the heavy assault from seige engines, at least more than one
blow, it was also a place of great lavishness. Rich tapestries hung upon the wall,
stitched with threads of gold and embedded with jewels the size of ones eye.
It was not just one tapestry, but many. Suits of armor left empty lined the
walls, blades crossed behind shields, sprawling works of art and over
the flag stones a rich carpet of red that lead along the hall way and to the
beautiful statues of angles that was the center piece of the room, pouring
water from their gourds into the pool around there feet. Here the hall opened up
into a large chamber with stair wells wrapping about the walls to a balcony
above where a pair of doors rested with another under them, framed by the
stairs. Off to each side was another wing of the castle, wings that they would
not be lead towards but instead to that center door way. This was opened to
stiars leading down and into a basement and storage area. Over the cold flag
stones he lead them untill he came a cage like door of metal embedded
into the wall, which he opened for them to a show a small chamber that was no
larger than a walk in closet.:: "Please enter."
Syados Edge: ‡The knight was eyed, perhaps a part of him grateful that such
was not done to any of his men. Perhaps grateful that it was not he himself
that had been tranformed into such a creature beneath the lichs control. WHen
the way was to be led inside of the great keep his attentions would shift to
the priest once more to continue their conversation. His attention though,
would be easily drawn to the luxor of the decor that kept the inner sanctum
of the keep quite entertaining to the eye that appreciated such rich taste. Some
who pillaged merely threw all their winnings into a huge pile to be taken of
as was needed. The lich though, was of another sort, and exhibited such for
his visitors to view, if not even the lich himself to perhaps sate his tastes.
There were many reasons to go across the lands pillaging and looting.-" I
know not what is between Osiris and our friend here, but I think I will bring
this matter up. Such men wielding power as Osiris should not be given the
illusion that he will not be killed. But if he can be....tamed....then
perhaps the question shoudl be asked if he can wield such power whilst
dead...like everything else around here.:"‡
XlXShadowWarrior: "There's other methods in taming him and maintaining the
power. Last night he was easily trapped, and when I brought him to out friend
here... he dissappeared. I suspect his ability to escape from bindments such
as the sort I had around his body takes time... he was full of questions
which peaked my interest. If it didn't take time for him to be able to
disappear from my restraints why delay from doing it? distraction was also
easy."- He followed the two. It was not really easy to tell if the preiest was
observing his surroundings due to that veil over his face. As they continued
he preceded more in his story-" If we seash from talking an answering his
questions and went straight to the point he should be within our control in no time... I
can tame his abilities by causing his body to die and forcing his soul into a
mask.. he'll be a perfect severant and when you wish it all you have to do is
wear the mask and his abilities are your very own. Distraction bind me and
straight to the precedure without him allowing time to gain the ability or
the advantage... what's left of the body would make a good vessel incase
either of ours is destroyed... we can also use it to decieve his allies and our other
targets who might know him and bring them into a trap..>d<
Imaboggle: ::The girl shivered violently as the metal doors were shoved open
with a noisy, rattling clang. She seemed very young, no more than 14 years
old, and was dressed as any girl from the Port would be. The tears in her
eyes threatened to fall as she lifted her chin in a valiant attempt to appear
brave. This effect was slightly spoiled by her general appearance of abject
fear. "I'll be the one escorting you d-down towards the...the chambers, my
lord," she stammered miserably. As they piled into the creaking elevator,
she pulled an ornate lever to their right, and lifted up an oil lamp from the
floor as the doors slammed shut with an ear-splitting crack. The metal
screeched as the gears began to turn, and with a violent jerk and a continuous
sound of screaming metal, the elevator began to descend within the castle. It
didn't take long for it to reach its destination, and the girl lit the
lantern with trembling fingers as the doors slowly grated open to a circular
room. She ignored the other doors in the room and went straight to the
descending spiral staircase in the middle of the room. If one were to peer
down it, one would see patches of enveloping, inky darkness, only barely punctuated by
small wall torches. The girl motioned the men to follow her as she descended
the long rickety stairs, and the darkness seemed to press on all sides. As
they descended,the girl's lamp illuminated many cell doors along the walls of
the staircase, each with copper tubes connecting the doors together. Terrible
screams of pain and human misery resonated from every cell door, amplified
into their neighbor's cell through the copper pipes. The girl's shoulders
slumped and she cringed at every moan and scream, and moved as quickly as
possible down the steps. She didn't dare look back to see if the men were
following her, and her lamp bobbed as she scurried down to the end of the stairs and
stopped at the doors leading into a long corridor. "Won't be long now," she
whispered, mostly to herself. She opened the doors to a long stone corridor
with three rooms on each side that led down to a much larger room at the
end. The copper tubes running along the prisoner's cells also ran into the
final room, which glowed with candlelight and eminated wet, gurling screams
punctuated by the sound of crunching bones.::-d-
Syados Edge: ‡The switch from a huge armored blue grunt, to a surprisingly
shorter, young....girl had the barbarian lord feeling a bit disturbed and
caught afflicted with matters that would make her father or mother rush into
the yard to vomit. She seemed unscarred, except perhaps emotionally, and such
proved itself worse as she led them through the inner contours of the keep at
a more direct route where many others could readily be investigated and
explored if one had such time, and such a stomach. The matter had been brought to
his attention by one of his men when the group had returned from the Port of
Kiel,. The matter as to what the lich would do with all the captives that
were taken from the city. As he followed the girl with due accord, his wonderings
became answered, to some degree at least. He remained blind save to the
sounds that were emitting through that engineered tube that ran along both
sides of the corridor they walked along. His eyes turning into one chamber after the
other as if to scry into the darkness to discern what or whom was caged
beyond. The girl was eyed from time to time as well. The note of abject fear
and the will to overcome it was noticeable. If not moreso the strength to live
through the horrors that she was surrounded by and somehow given a task, and
somehow performing it quite well. He would voice the matter to her little
ears below, well compared to him they were little. -"...Lass, are you from the
Port of Kiel?‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - There was no emotion from the priest as if any emotion
he had, had died long ago. He would continue to follow no more words
exchanged to the other man while they followed the youngling through the
elevator and now down to another place udnerground the castle. his spirit orbs would
reappear and float all around him seeming to add alittle more but not much
light into the area. the sounds of screams and other unpleasnt sounds seem to
have him amused. but he did not linger and continued following.->D<
Imaboggle: ::The girl darted her eyes quickly to the man who had spoken to
her, but didn't say anything. Instead she wrapped her arms around herself and
lowered her head as she shuffled towards the room at the end of the corridor.
At a quick glimpse, the cells lining the corridor appeared to be filthy
torture chambers, and she kept her eyes deliberately averted and on the
ground. As they moved to the room at the end, she put the lantern out and set
it next to the door.Her demeanor did not change as she opened the door and gestured
them into the brightly lit chamber.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: ::What pity he had left, was offered to the Bandit lord.
He knew that the man did not appreciate the stench of decay. He knew he
would most likely not appreciate this particular oder either, for within the
center of that so brightly lit chamber lay a wooden long table with what
appered to be a man laying upon it. Heavy iron weights had been attached to
chains about his wrists and feet, so taunt that they held him in place over
the table. He had been shaven bald and stript newd, his head held down by an iron
clasp to keep him from jerking his head about. Along the walls medical notes
had been posted, finely scribed anatomical pictures of the many human
systems, as well as those of other races, dwarves, elves, even an Ogre. In one
corner a cart rested, over which a white lenin cloth had been placed, a stark
backdrop to the collection of tools placed upon upon them, as well as a large
trough of water that by now was no longer clear and held a red mist within it.
The figure they had came to see stood over the prone man, who by now had
clenched his jaw so hard from the pain he had broken several teeth. Unlike
the night prior, he wore stained and soiled robes of white, held fast with a
wide leather belt and leather apron from which more tools hung. The mans
torso had been split open in a fine line, his skin peeled back and nailed
down to the stained table with his muscles done much the same, leaving his internal
organs and rib cage exposed. Despite the blood loose, and their was much
that ran over the white tiles into the four drains on the floor, the man was
kept very much alive and conscious, be it through alchemy, magic or his own
natural body. When the door swung open, he looked up from his work, a pair
of gold rimmed glasses held in place over each ear and a single pin where his
nose once was.:: "This was unexpected. What brings you here?" ::He questioned
with a cant of his head, the tall skeletal figure, setting aside a small
hammer, knocking a nail out in the process.:: "Drat. Child, could you
replace that for me?" ::He looked from the two of them and down to the young girl,
picking up the hammer and tossing it her way.::
Syados Edge: ‡The girl could only be given a pat on the head to assuage her
level of comfort as he passed her by and entered the brightly lit room. He
glanced about with that sharpened eye that riveted and ran across every image
that could be looked upon in a matter of those few introductory moments
before the lich would speak. A smirk tailed the formalities as he was not
feeling himself wrench in disgust at the sight before him. There was a
lifting brow anoting his curiousity, with a remorseful twinge of his lips to the fate of
the man who had to endure such attention, alive. He'd approach, slow and not
in any hurry to be the next one upon the table. His arms came up to fold upon
his chest and send his hands looming into the secure contours beneath his
warming arms. His head shifted towards the priest who was behind him, and
hopefully of a mind to enter as well.-"Ahh....finding anything of interest in
there yet? He didn't swallow his purse before you captured him did he?" A humored
chuckle roughly eminated through his chest, testing the air for a moment or
three but not much longer than that at his own jest. He'd approach a little
further, perhaps wanting to see what else could be noticed for perhaps the first
time...at least upon a body that wasn't mangled or torn apart by a
weapon.-"....I came to find out what went wrong. Our priest friend here tells
me that tongues dallied for a little too long, he also tells me that it was almost a
complete success..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: The priest would observe the sight before them, his
composure seemed to change not of shock or fear but of pleasure. at the bound
man who had been secured down strippes, shaved and with the skin of torso cut
open to expose the interior of the man's body. Oh the priest indeed had not
only a mad man's mind but a lust and desire to preceded further.-
Beautiful... exquisite... how creative. - The priest was critiquing the gore
before them as if it was a work of elaborate art. - I hope you will allow me to take part
I would love to do a special project combines with your talents on your next
victim.- His enegry was growing as his aura reappeared a strange window came
from him for a moment it looked like that veil would be lifted but all
they could see was the smirk one of great pleasure at what looked like a
victim of being dissected alive. the window would die out and he reached out
yet he wasnt far enough to touch but it was obvious he wanted to touch this bound
guneapig.- The fear in this one is incredble.. It fills my body with so much
energy I am almost it makes me feel as wild as an utamed playful kid.. I can
almost taste it... the fear. - an amushed chuckle rumbled from his throat.- Look
at how the blood flows and the organs move... absolutly beautiful.">d<
Imaboggle: ::The girl startled as the lich addressed her and tossed the
hammer and nail at her feet. She shut her eyes and trembled as she picked up
the tools, and kept them tightly closed as she inched slowly towards the
table. The eviscerated man watched her and moaned as he realized what she
was about to do, and her whimpers mingled with his low sounds of pain. The
tears began flowing freely down her cheeks now as she gave a begging look
towards the skeletal lich, but to no avail. This was not the first time she had
assisted him this way, and it would not be the last. She gingerly held a flap
of the tortured man's collarbone skin back between her thumb and forefinger,
placing it as flat as she could on the table, and centered the nail in the middle of
the muscle. Sobbing, she began pounding it with all her strength, nailing it
back into place. When it was finally done she slammed the hammer back down on
the table and curled up in a far corner of the room, plugging her ears
against the man's screams.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: "What went wrong?" ::He raised his brow slightly at the
question, pressing his withered palm againt the edge of the table and leaning
upon it.:: "Nothing went wrong with my task. I collected subjects for my
goals. It was my understanding that you and," ::He turned his cold gaze
upon the priest and his hand reaching out.:: "Don't touch him. This is not
done out of art, joy or any desire to cause pain. This is Science, and I am
not done with my investigation into the subject. As I was saying, you and
the priest here were going to handle our friend while I handled the port.
Only then did I see that he had taken Osiris not into town, but directly in
front of me, at which point he and I were seporated by a barrier of some sort
before he vanished. Teleporation spell I would wager." ::He turned his back
on them then, just in time to see the young woman going into the corner as
the man howled in agony. He raised his voice to speak over him.:: "And yes, I have
found something, as I have in each subject. I fed him rotten meat several
hours ago and as you can see." ::He brought a bony finger to poke the mans
liver, causing a sharp cry and sob from the fellow.:: "It has cause swelling of
the liver and the stumach. Through this I can make several assumptions,
though Science demands I be able to repeat the experiment to make sure. Now,
child!" ::He barked to the young woman, pointing angrily towards the table.::
"Bring me my bone saw and the separator, I want to get a better look at his
lungs."
Syados Edge: ‡The explanation the lich gave him was listened to him, and
considered as he allowed himself to be perplexed by the power of magic that
was spoken of, magic tha the had not a hand in nor was of the sort to use by
tradition and beliefs of his people. There was no dishonor in allying
yourself with those who wielded it though, when one found enemies who had
magic themselves. Vitharr merely stood his ground as the priest was given his
lecture. An eyebrow lifted and twitced some as the girl in similar moments was
going about the matter of puncturing flesh anew with nail and hammer and
grating flesh farther and farther away from muscle and nerves alike as it was
hammered closer and closer to the wooden surface of the table...no doubt at least a
few inches beneath the hovering body itself. He even stooped down amidst the
interrupted moment to gauge just what that distance was with an interested
eye, to watch as flesh was stretched and perhaps even ripped as the strain of
the body was testily held in place and such factors. Perhaps when the man was
done screaming in abject fear would he speak again.-"....ahh...I see..it was
a mistake then to transport him elsewhere....a shame....my men were given
strict orders to kill him as soon as he was identified as Osiris..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: " Temptation is hard but I am restrainign myself for your
science, but still it's beautiful even if it is science.. I can hardly wait
to see what further plan you have for this one after your science experiment
is over.. if you don't have any permit me to show you something
then...with this subject or a new one...As for Osirus he was identified but nothing was done
thansk to that barrier.. as I said it was used other then protection it must
of been for time.. my proof why didn't he vanish when i trapped him?...
hmmmn.. think of the science could find from him and the essences of his soul i could
aquire and the use he could be for vathirr. He was easily caught once... he
can easily be caught again.. only this time we act quickly with no delay...
deal with him before the barrier comes up" >d<
Imaboggle: ::Her face grimy and tear-streaked, the girl stopped crying long
enough to take her fingers out of her ears and wrap her arms around her knees
as the men conversed. She slowly rose at the lich's orders, but kept her face
turned downwards as she shuffled towards the cart of surgical tools. She
picked up a well-kept bonesaw, whose razor-sharp teeth glinted in the
candlelight, and a rib separator, and slowly handed them to the lich. She
kept as far away from the table as she possibly could, and as soon as the tools were
handed over she immediately started back towards the corner she had been
huddled in. The door to the vivisection room had been left wide open, and the
corner she was in was very close to it, but she paid no attention to it. There was
no hope of escape from this place, and any attempt made so far had been met
with vicious retribution. Her young face was blank and devoid of hope as she
tried to make herself comfortable in the corner.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: "Well, I for one am not interested in turning him into a
work of science, an experiment or any thing of the like. I want him dead. I
don't want his soul destroyed, I don't want his will broken, I want an axe
through his face, and I want to see him in a pool of his own blood. This is a
foe to potent to toy with." ::He waved the bone saw about in front of him,
gesturing with it as the man below watched it in fear and anticipation.::
"So, if I am to be brought along as any thing more than a destraction next time, I
will strike to kill with every bit of arcane prowes I have. If I must I'll
even eat the bastard." ::Clearly slightly irate, he shook his head and put
his hand upon the mans shoulder as he plunged the saw into the body cavity and
started to saw his ribs with a bit of effort. While this was not the most
painful thing, as bones had few pain receptors, the shock and the horror at
the action was more than enough to make the man hollar in horror, though Tugarabog
was putting more and more effort into it before stopping midway through,
turning to face the man.:: "You're a healthy fellow arn't you? You must
drink a lot of milk, or get a lot of calcium don't you?" ::He shook his head and
continued on with a slight grunt of effort.:: "And no, priest, I have plans
for him, and every single one of my captors, which I do not wish to share."(d)
Syados Edge: ‡The lich sure was greedy with his tois. Vitharr merely looked
between the two as he'd step away, incase some arcane emphasis had to be
directed amidst the persuasion and denial of such matters, to ensure he would
not be caught amidst such matters. Recalling with ease that his own captives
were put into slave labor, a slight lift of a brow was drawn as he turned his
attention, or tried to, towards the priest. Yet, his eyes remained attentive
to the crack of bone as the saw pierced one rib, then the next in time with
each other. The marrow coming into view from the first perhaps as it began to
give way and fall inwards. The victim was eyed as well, the torrents of agony
and pain erupting again from the man's throat....or was trying to. Were
his lungs still properly functional amidst such a state? Part of him wanted
to merely stuff something in the mans maw to keep him silent so the three of
them could converse. He was polite though and waited till teh screams died
down enough to be overheard.-"...Eh, if you want there are bound to be a few
lazy whelps upon skull island in m'mines there whom you can relieve m'guards
the strain of whipping.. I must return there soon though, and perhaps you
should join me. If what I'm told is true the norse woman that was brought to
me has friends, friends who might come to her rescue. I'll just hope we deal
with Osiris soon......a man who can outwit your arcane abilities is one we need
to have dead.. ‡
XlXShadowWarrior: Then at least allow me to watch- he shivered when the men
began screamign not of fear but of pleasure, this was obviously pleasure to
him. Hearing the other a grin formed under that veil.- I've a plan dont worry
he was easily fooled by the temptress rage perhaps my friend he can be fooled
again since he is rather hated then i have no choice but to agree he must be
killed.- just then a ghost orb would float from the staffs and shift into a
mask this was no ordinary mask This one looked normal it was attractive
looking with a youthful man's face. I take a form a special form which will
be risky... nut ti should be enough to prevent any detection.. I with need
either both or one of you to aid me in order to make the plan more real. We must do
this either near... or within the structure of the stumble inne.>d<
Dance of the Rot: "Hmm." ::He paused for a moment mid saw of the last short
rib.:: "Vitharr, would you be willing to aid him in this task, or shall I?"
::He looked to the massive fellow with the warhammer, eyeing the handle the
poked out from behind the cape of furs.:: "I would prefer to go out as little as
possible and let you two handle this...though if he proves to be more than
can be handled by any two of us, I am willing to offer my aid." ::He
continued with the sawing untill he passed through the last rib, only then to start
on the other side.:: "Child, come hither, fetch me my quill, ink well and
some parchment while I finish this. I need to take notes." ::Making his way
through rib after rib, he made well sure not to damage the organs underneath. It
required a slow and careful hand, but he had done it many times before.::
"How is the woman, by the way?" ::He paused a for a moment, and if he had
lips he would have ::smirked.:: "Perhaps bring her here, and I can make good
use of her and give Osiris something to be truely upset about."(d)
Syados Edge: ‡ A snicker erupted from his conscious as he surmised what
would be done with the woman if he brought her to the keep he now stood
within. His arms would unfold as the lich stared at him so, untl he decided
that his view was sent towards that massive weapon lurking upon his back. The ideal
weapon that could crush through an undead and smash bones to useless dust
with ease compared to the slice and hack of a sword that was worse than the
saw currently in use before their watching eyes. The hammer was of course also ideal
against armor, and moreso what it was used for in battles amongst men, where
steel blades could not puncture or slice, the hammer could smash through with
ease. A smirk reminesced upon his nordic features as he thought upon
the matter. A pace stirred up to draw him shortly through the room, to begin
digesting the information that was noted on the papers lining the interior
walls. To discern just what exactly this ally of his came up with from such
experimenting and tests.-"...She is well enough. After I threw her to my men
she straightened up quickly enough. She tells me she owns much around if not
the port of Kiel itself. If such is true, you have provided me with quite a
winner. I am sure she will be devaastated to hear of what came to the
citizens of her little home. When I return, i will see if she knows anything
of this Osiris that may aid us in getting rid of him. "-He would turn to the table
again, as well as the trio near it.="....I will send more men next time, and
ensure he is taken care of before he knows what is upon him now that my men
know who he is. Come to skull island if you run out of captives....which I doubt
will occur anytime soon if the number that was taken from kiel is true. I
will let you sate yourself here, and hope your aid will not be needed."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: In order for it to work it would be better if it was the
one osirus felt more threaten by... he smirked... if she doesn't say a word
of aid I know a way to get it out of her Vitharr there's many methods of
doing it we'll try them all if we must.. if all fails wells well then the best
thing to strike down something like osirus is to strike him with something
far older and beyond his time.. but as a last resort since such a treasure is
the hardest to tame....and I wouldn't want it on your research list either.- he
commented toward Vitharr's friend.- When your ready Vitharr we'll ehad to
your island and I shall see your captive and if all fails I shall see what I
can do to... worm out her secrets...>d<
Imaboggle: ::By this time, the smell of blood and the sounds of splintering
bone appeared to greatly affect the girl, as she swayed and had to steady
herself against the stone wall to keep from dropping to her knees. She
covered her mouth with one hand and made a soft retching noise before moving again to
the cart, her hands shaking as she dropped to one knee to get to the bottom
shelf. She came up with a few sheets of parchment, a black crow's-feather
quill, and a small inkwell, all of which she clutched to her chest. She finally
lifted her red-rimmed eyes up from the floor to the grinning skull of the
lich, her face drained of color. "Master, m-may I please go back upstairs?
I'm not feeling very well," she pleaded. "You d-don't need me here, could I please do
some chores above ground?" None of the servants ever knew what to expect when
asking favors from the lich. He could lash out in anger at her impudence, or
suddenly realize there were more important things she could be doing in
the castle. Her knuckles began to turn white around the inkwell as she
clutched it tightly, waiting for what his response would be.::-d-
Dance of the Rot: ::As he continued sawing away, he looked to Vitharr who
was examining the parchment upon the walls. Upon reading the finer notes in
his very flowing, elaborate and beautiful hand writing, Tugarabog spoke of
how the bodies various systems worked, every thing from the skeletal system to
the nervous system, using complex terminology and referancing inque and
obscure tools or parts. It was clear he had a solid grasp on things, far
beyond many of the doctors of the lands. It would quickly become clear that he was as
effective practitioner of medicine and surgeon as he was at causing terror
and pain within people. While his methods of research were no doubt brutal
and inhuman, the information he was discovering would, if exposed to the
world, save lives on a grand scale. Finishing with the last short rib on the
right side, his long, bony fingers plucked at the sternum, which didn't want
to budge much at all. Grunting slightly he set it back down and looked to the
child.:: "No, I need you here to continue my research, and as you are an
illiterate street urchin, I shall be taking notes while you act as my hands.
If you damage the body, I'll feed you your parents after making you do the same,
understood?" ::He gave a curt nod to her before taking the quill and ink well
from her, placing them upon the cart and plucking up the parchment, as well
as a slate of stone to wright upon.:: "Now, use the bone separater to free the
ribs and sternum from the subjects chest."
Syados Edge: ‡Cold indeed. Such trauma upon a girl of such a young age would
kindle the seed to bud a woman of similar demeanor when she would come of
age. If she had lasted this far into the process of her captivity, he did not
doubt that she would make it without feeding upon her parents as such a threat
almost had him overcome with a need to exume laughter from his lungs
considering it for now a jest that only one of such undead qualities could
derive, and actually be telling the complete truth. Vitharr then would make leave of
the chamber. The door of course had been left open and would be headed
for.="till next we meet Tugarabog.. I will return to skull island and tend to
this norsewoman. If she suits me well i will return with her and cross these lands
once more to my home. And what you seek will be yours. "-He would wait for
the priest for a moment or two as he came to the door, to see if he would be
returning with him, or would join him at a later time in order to finish
watching the experiment that was being so reveled upon and mesmerizing. A
true student of the art perhaps.-"....Priest...you may join me at skull
island when you deem it time to do so..."‡
XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest would take one look at the other's project
one last time ebfore following Vitharr ready to ehad to skull island to
begin his own special projects as well as meet this norsewoman who he
intended to drain out her secrets to find out more of Osirus to satisfy his own desire as
well as the desire of the two who want to know how to strike him down.- I
will join you now I am looking forward to your offering me these slackers
from your warriors hands. As well as picking the mind of this norsewoman.. if were
lucky she could be an even bigger key to Osirus undoing. If we are lucky her
very existance is his undoing. This we wont know until I've searched her
mine.- his mask floated to him and he examined it carefully.. such a creature...
like osirus.. could it really be that weak though?"<d>