Priest vs. Slackers

[Corothius Encinosa]

XlXShadowWarrior: - The priest would wait for Vathiir to arrive He had one
of his guards prepare three of the good for nothings. all three were secured
to a seperate racks which were all tilted up. one was full stripped while the
other two were still clothes while one was shirtless. Apparently he
wanted to show a certain detain with each demonstration. Several masks were
floating around him already he was excited to begin the show. All three men
were struggling trying to get three starring at the priest with fear. Also all
three men were gagged, and for good reason.. to keep everyones ear drums from
bursting due to the screaming.>D<

Syados Edge: ‡Vitharr arrived not too soon after. One of his guards informed
him that the priest was going to begin his tasks and it would be a good time
to join him. He had left some menial duty of his to be completed at another
time and was just now stepping into the stone-walled chamber. the chamber
was of medium size, large enough accomodate what was to transpire and still
have room for furniture and tables and whatnot off to one side or the other.
Vitharr would greet the priest with his low-baritoned voice that held that
resounding nordic accent to it.-"Hail Priest...let's see whats on your
agenda."- He had offered to supply the priest with a few slackers from his
slave mine the last time they were in the Dire straights keep and the priest had gone
into ecstacs over the lichs experimentations. He'd not mind letting the
echoes of the mens screams enter the neighbroing halls. Unfortunately, the
men were gagged, which would save his own ears quite a bit of trouble. He decided to
lean against a towering stack of wooden crates. Nestling the bulk of muscles
behind his bare shoulders to itch a scratch inside his flesh till a
comfortable position was made.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: " Fist I'd like to introduce you'- Three faces began
appearing int he spirit orbs which flew around him. Masks would begin to take
shape and appear.- I like to introduce you to... The totem, The Beserker, and
the Hannya. Each mask you see contains a soul, a soul who had a great power,
which either came to be from death, murdering someone, or other means. Ive
taken these souls and put them in a mask which took the form of engery
coursing through their corrupted souls. - The totem mask floated toward him and he
looked to Vitharr. I advise you to keep back as far as you can. The Totem
mask's eye holes began glowing. In seconds the chairs, tables, furtnature
even some some of the tortutre equipment washnt spared everything
was shattered into splinters while items made of glass or steel were
smashed. What happened next was close to the last seen of hero. The clothed
man would seem like a target as every splinter, every shard every stone or sharp
object, which was created from the damaged furnature and what not was all
shot in his direction. his cream was muffled in seconds but one could still
hear the horrid swuishy and boen smashing sound it was quick but loud. nothing of the
man was seen just a bloodymess on the floor under him His feet and hands the
only things which didnt get impaled dropped from their bindments and on the
floor. fragments of bloody dlesh and clotthes would dribble down from the rack
the man was bound to. Course when his men removed the wonds all they get
would be bits of flesh and bone .->d<

Syados Edge: ‡The words were offered in caution to him perhaps a little
late. The instant things started to move and shift about his brow already
raised in curiousity. When the crates behind him began to do the same he
stepped away from them with an eye of curiousity heightening with hopes they weren't
about to fall ontop of him. Instead, the moment that something shattered or
collapsed into such small parts he did as he was cautioned and leap to the
nearby doorway. There he nearly went outside of the room entirely to use the
wall for protection, yet still watched from beyond as in another moment
thousands of tiny particles, splinters, spikes of wood, sharp shards of glass
of varying shapes and angles joined larger stronger pieces that had been ripped from
their counterparts in shapes of a few noticeable staves. They all were quite
lethally quick in the next moment when they all seemingly rushed the clothed
man. He was utterly helpless chained and gagged to the wall as he was.
Hell, After a few moments of looking where the man remained standing, perhaps
a fient memory would come to mind of the mans' open widened eyes that had
perceived all those particules of impalement which would send him to his decimating
death. It would probably take those thousand or so reticules in his eye just
to keep track of each piece. Nonetheless, what was left aftewards left the
wall a stark shade of darkened crimson. To be seconded by the thwap of a not
so heavy hand falling free of its infringment within a steel shackle to land
upon the stoney floor below. A puddle began to develop there, ever growing
thicker and wide as the wall dribbled and oozed with the good produced from the
spree of missles. The two men at the wall nearby began screaming through
their gags as hard as they could for mercy and forgiveness. Beggings and
pleas fighting to be heard through the gags that they could only hope would be
removed or fall away so their voices could be heard. The chains that held
them jingled and shook sharply as one of the men began to fight against them,
pulling them taut again and again as if his life depended on it. Because, well,
it did. Vitharr meanwhlie would not towards the priest from the doorway. An
arm coming up to rest upon the frames entryway above his head whilst he
looked on..-"Too bad that wasn't done to Osiris...maybe next timeCan't say I've seen
anything like it to my memory."‡

XlXShadowWarrior: true but you might like this better.:: He would approach
the fully naked man this time who ebgan struggleing for dear life now.:: Ive
had your man strip this one comepletly because I want you to see him...
melt:: he remain quiet then for a while so Vitharr could take in what might be
instore for the man. But first I want you to come here. I want you to see
something that would become useful to you, and to our corplse friend would
find very useful.- He grab the man's face then and look to Vitharr. Tell me what
would you like to know from this man why he didnt work or possibly any
special plans he and some unknowns might have.?- he wouldn't proceded until
Vitharr had a question he wanted to know.->d<

Syados Edge: ‡It wasn't exactly pleasing to Vitharr to be around another man
when he was bare. Yet, it didn't bother him to a degree that he would let it.
He'd been around so many as it was already that the sight of others just grew
grosser and grosser for some reason, whilst women continued to grow more
astonishingly beautiful in contrast. Nontheless, he drew through the doorway
as the priest directed him to. Till he stood a good distance behind the
priest and to the side so he could see the mans' face in the torturers grip. A smugly
wry twist of his lips congealed what might transpire if he did have a
question. A slight roll of his eyes was pursued by the win of a prideful curl
upon his lips. perhaps the priest had a new trick up his sleeve.-"...sure..I
want to know what causes him to slack off to such a point that a whip no
longer was enough persuasion to keep him working." -Such seemed like
something to remedy. If ones mind held such strict codes of measures or standings to thwart
that of their captors as a show of resistance, he'd like to know which it was
that was about to lead to the mans' death. Vitharr meanwhile crossed his arms
so his sun-darkened hands could remain concealed beneath the pits of
his arms that bulged with muscles of his own that were their own seriousness
of provocation to many a weakling.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: " Very well.. Vitharr this may feel strange but trust me-
the priest's free hand then reached out and touched the side of his head. The
man on the rack began to look as if he was having a seizer. A strange light
was forming. Vithar ebgan to feel a light russ in his head as if he
shook his head back and forth. Soon as if he was in the man's mind he'd know
everything even things from the prisoners person life, including his feelings
toward vithar. He not only got what he wanted but possible much more which
either made the man hate him more or laugh at his weakness.. Yes you just
corrupted his mind Vitharr. you now know everything about him.. it's a
wonderful feeling isnt it? to invade the man's mind and know everything.. not a single
thought or secret kept safe.. imagine what I could do with someone whose
personally close to Osirus.. Imagine what secrets could be discovered from
osirus himself... and now .Vithar.. your about to get a pleasure rush... Just then
the bound man's eyes rolled back as the lgith erupting from his eyes nose and
mouth began changign could and his body began to sweat. A greath rush of
engery was sent through the priests body and into vithar. during this process the
man on the rack began to age when in actuallity he was being drained of his
essense and fluids which were being filtered in he priests body and sent out
as energy and in a way a rejuvenation boost into Vithar. Soon the bound man
looked like a mummy every fluid in his body was drain and soon the skin and
bone ebgan to crumble and fall to the floor into dust. The priest allowed
Vitharr a few minutes to gaint he last bit of the energy before finally let him go
to enjoy what possibly could be desribe as an afterglow from something...
that was possibly better then sex::>d<

Syados Edge: ‡One had to trust a magi-user quite seriously in order to let
him weave a spell with you included in it. Even moreso when you didn't know
what the spell would do or if you would even allow it to occur otherwise.
There might have been some code against obtaining this higher vitae of life, yet
he couldn't think of it in anything he had read. Probably because it was yet
to be something that was to be written of as it was one of those quite very
rare ordials that few would seek to learn the process of enchanting, let
alone the need for it. It though, could be the equivalent of the fountain of
life he felt himself realizing. For there was indeed new heights and
clarities weaving amongst his senses. New sensations seemed to be on the verge of needing
to be doused and released upon a woman as such was a particular recreational
passtime of his that he found most enjoyable when he was not training with
his men, or some more serious tribute to his kingdom of outlaws, pirates and
thieves. Nonetheless, his eyes merely shifted from the melted perplexity of
the mans remnants that were turning into whisps of dust in the air before
him. His gaze shifting to the vieled masked man beside him. Nor did he have eyes to
meet or a face to discern if the priest was proud or only revealing his
tricks to prove himself. It was an enlightening feeling that remained within
him, one he minded not at all. He strode about the room, letting his muscles perplex
amongst themselves as the vitae flowed through him further. He was built like
a conan some would say, and there were numbers of muscles to revel in as they
were keenly put to use. Seeing if he could weave this new sensation through
concentrated uses of his physical prowress..and if then perhaps he could also
use it to harm another via kinetic energy. Nonetheless, he ceased such after
he realized and recalled something. Turning again to face the last man upon
the wall, as well as the priest with enlightened eyes.="....That's..quite
refreshing. I have had alchemists produce bottles of similar affect but they
last only a short period of time, and are not so fully enpowering as this. Nor
coudl I truthfully expect such to be compared to the sacrifice made to have
what you have just done. It would raise questions as to where you learned to
do this..and how. I know of someone that we both are quite familiar with whom
would like to know himself."‡

XlXShadowWarrior: " Had it been your corpse friend he would regained things
he no longer could enjoy, With the right subject his own body might
rejuvenate . what your experiencing is things you can see under your body
thats being rejuvinated and refreshed. it's quite permament. It gives you plenty of
engery as you may have noticed.0- he then made his way to the shirtless
victim, ehre where it will get quite foul.. I Saved this one as something to
playwith for a bit get some relief og my own in ming ths one scream.- he reached
up and tore the gag off.- since there's only one left we can enjoy this one
screamings. He reached for his staff and the top ebgan shifting into a sharp
bladed spear. hmnn. this will be unpleasent.:: He then shoved the sphear in an
area no man would want. done in a few seconds that special bit of flesh was
severed from between the mans legs. He contineud twisting and jerking ratehr
lewewdly looking umtil finally he extracted the blade an gush f blood shot
out like a hose. The man was screaming uncontrolable now. Slwoly the priest
reached in shoveing his long bvlack clawed hand into the hole he had made and
beganpushing inside.blodo began to splatetr and spill uncnfrtollable now ehile
the priest ebgan tugging something out.. was that the intestants? hejust
tosshed aside after pulling it out. the priest reach out shove his claws into
the mans stomach he twisted around abit and like one would he pulled open
his stomach liek curtains exposing the interiors it was very similar to what
they had seen at their walking corpse's victim. the man was still alive ,
possibly kept alive by a similar spell guts would be cut and allowed to fall out
in a steaming puddle of a blood mass a yellwo fluid sprayed from it. it was
the fat from his body that was begin damaged as the man cleaned him of his
guts. And now that your cleaned out...- He reaised his hand into the air and a
fish would appear it was a dead fish but it was reanimated from engery and
ebgan flapping it's things. He shoved it intop the man's stomach and moved
back as the fish began to expand and burst:: watch vitharr watch and see
the beauty of new life.. I sacrifice this lazy bones for a creature a special
creature which will serve you well.. now watch and see the miracle of such a
blesshing.>d<

Syados Edge: ‡Vitharr was standing about the center of the room from having
walked about the few moments beforehand. It was from such a stance that he
watched the priest change the form of his weapon. Something he had learned
was a feat that was one of the first to be learned by a mage to replace a real one.
But the one now produced seemed more of an enchantment of the staff itself.
Which led him to wonder what else his staff held as secrets. Nonetheless, It
was unruly where that newly produced spearpoint would be shoved. VItharr
had to excuse the priest for whatever reasons he had for doing such a thing.
He himself had chose to look the other way as it was rather disturbing, and
something he didn't particulary want memories of so he wouldn't have to
imagine such happening to himself in say, his nightmares. He though, was
very much able to hear the screams that were still alive and threading with
every agonizing root of nerves that were constantly reminding him that he was having a
rather long sharp impaling device tearing and ripping at his innards from the
very worst of entry points. It was a good thing the man was not of that
cursed homo elk or he might have heard a bit of pleasure in those screams, which
would seriously have bothered his listening ears. Whatever spell these two
had to keep a man alive whilst putting them through enough pain to send
anyone else into at least a state of shock he knew not the spell of. It was
liably one of those necromantic secrets that were kept in those sealed tight
tombs that held curses upon anyone who touched it and didn't serve some
abominable disease spreading god. Not that he had a choice in allying with such
said gods servants from time to time. They did prove themselves quite nifty
at particular....duties and manifestation of his enemies. He would speak in
another moment or as his attentions turnd back to the sound of guts and innards
sploshing onto the floor below, curiouiis he was as to what made such
sounds.-"...ahh...much more sloppier than the lich yeh are....you are indeed
enjoying yourself." Perhaps it was the recent adornment of vitae that kept his
innards from exiting from his stomach via his mouth. But he was able to watch
easily enough from that point onwards for a time.-" Hmm...a new one eh?
perhaps it'll be m'first since the addition of such evil beings in my company. I
won't need any magical items to keep it at bay or under my control will I?
I've heard tales of how that goes...awfully wrong..."‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - the man would soon be covered in a sliney cacoon looking
mass.- see that Vathiir in side he's goignt hrough changes like a catepillar.
if we had a droplit of osirus blood think of the results we could create.
we'd have or method of killing him then..- The cacoon would burst and
somethign beagn working it's way our. First a purplish gray hand it's flesh
looked as if it was melting you could see muscle tendins and bone The flesh
was like mucus and it smelled it smeleld like fish and that unique smell those clouds
had released that their at the port. the melting fleshy face was next to be
seen. the man was a complete changed mutant a fish thin was embedded in his
skin as if he had loudge a fish through there causing his gums to streched out. One
of his eyes slipped out followed by a drainage of melted brain and mucus The
room was infested in flies and their baby larva in secons. The man had one
mutated leg while the other had tried to fuse into a fish tail. his other
arm had become a deadly fish scale weapon. It was a foul . as it moved the
melted and weak flesh tore exposing either muscle and bone or signs of a
fish's body from scales thins and tails. - It began dragging it's foul form toward
the too making whiing and mutated gurgling sounds. It's pace began to quicken
as it came at Vithar with the intention most likely not friendly the friend
brouth down the spear that was once a staff and decaptiated the creature
killing instantly.-... any questions?>D<

Syados Edge: ‡It was definately a learning process. Deciphering how such a
metamorphosis went about. If one was interested in the genetic codings and
what would be transformed and what would not it might be even more
interesting to keep testing subjects out with the spell to decide what worked out best and
whatnot.-"hmm...I do not know so much about Osiris, but with all the gib that
you people speak of him he must be quite the catch. He must have a flaw
though, for he keeps to the shadows and remains in secret more than one would
if he were a god. The entire process was enough to make him nauseaus, perhaps
it was the sight being so disgusting, but probably not. It was more likely
that stench tha became putrid to the air he breathed. Each time the cocoon
opened up further, or the weight of the thing forced itself to pry it farther
open on it's way to the floor, more of that stench would erupt. And Vitharr
would all to easily step away, and probably a few more steps till he could breath
where that unseen cloud of decay had not wafted just yet. It was a good thing
as well, for the creature, now crawling in a half man, half fish state began
to make its way towards him with a hunger that he had not seen before. He would
have reached for his hammer, but knew it was no longer upon his back.
Instead, and perhaps along the same moments the good priest came to his aid
with a similar thought. The sight of the blade swishing through the air once more
pronounced itself a weapon of easy skill. Reminding him well of a sickle for
reasons he would not conclude upon.-"...gah...next time don't use something
already dead and stinking rotten next time...gah! If yeh put a bloody skunk in
there it'd be more than enough to get rid of someone just by the smell it'd
be emitting.!" Such accusatory comments were coming out of him. They weren't
belittling at all but moreso jesting as he gave his own analysis of what he was
speaking to in regards to how the affects changed depending on what was
joined together.-‡

XlXShadowWarrior: simple a strong man someone laywer we fuse him with
osirus blood he will be reborn and a weapon we could make an army if we
wished...- one of his masks flaoted toward him and the priest began to pet we can do more then that.. perhaps find out his secrets by testing the blood...we'll let your friend do that.. with our portion... find
some willing men loyal who'll consider trying..if it works we'll have him search for osiris. win
or lose i suggest watching the fight and study how osirus kills him if we
dont defeat him first.
Syados Edge: ‡Vitharr would nod with credible understanding. A smirk upon
his features as he thought upon the matter, then merely shrugged till a later
opportune.-"....You still speak as if to keep Osiris alive which may be the
ruin of us all if he kills us in the attempt of such. I will hold to what my
forefathers have taught us through the years, if you have an enemy, kill him
before he kills you. If you want to capture this man so badly though, you
might want to do so before I get to him myself, for by then, it will be too late.
But what more you spoke on...perhaps we should at least bloody him up when
we get the chance, and take what we can of his blood before he vanishes again
hm? Perhaps make a handful of men with similar attributes as the very man that
they will be used to kill. An ironic way to die....by his own blood. Now
that....I may agree with carrying out."-He thought upon the matter whilst he
spoke. His hand coming to the beard that grew from his chin to give it a few
swipes downwards whilst heading towards the door. His head angling back to
give the priest further attention.-"I believe I'll take my leave...moreso
because I don't want to breathe any of this in any longer than I have to....From
what you have shown me, you can capture this man on your own....able to
question others where he may be until you find him....slaughter him to
puddles of blood..and use whats left over to make new ones under your control. Let us
hope it will work...and don't stray from the plan so that it will. " Such was
spoken well with words taht were similar to both a command as well as orders.
Perhaps a habit from being the lord over so many who fought and lived a life of
warriors and whatnot.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: Perfect- he smirked under that veil and ebgan to head out
of the room not that he minded the smell.- Let's hope your friend doesn't get
jealous since I've been given a special opertunity. Do we still have that
woman or has she escaped.. she could be of good use to me in making this
work. Not that it would make it any easier then it already is. I already
captured him once I can easily do it again.>d<

Syados Edge: "...no...our friend has taken her for his own purposs already.
It is our little deal. He finds me women to see if he can help me find the
one I seek, if whom he brings is not her, then I let him take her back to do
with what he will...and we both have seen what he does with his captives. You
know abouts where to find her, and are more than capable of trying to do so
again, and welcome to. "‡