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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 25, 2008 23:52:59 GMT -5
Horacius sheathed his blade to move through the darkness without interruption. He had seen the woman, and hoped she did not move. Quickly he walked outside and across the street to the other side and opened the door, which was unlocked and ajar. He was making a lot of noise with his armor clanging around, and it was near impossible to move silently, so he quickly ran up the stairs and turned the corner, faced with a few ghouls and probably the woman conjuring these creatures on the other side.
"Give up, Necromancer! You are cornered!" Horacius howled, pulling his blade and cutting down the first ghoul...
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 26, 2008 1:35:21 GMT -5
Athon was surprised as Horacius abruptly bolted out the door. He guessed he knew where the source and the caster was and was probably going towards it. He looked up, hearing footsteps on the wood and knew Naomi was still here. He guessed she could take care of herself now that she was free. He began sheathing his sword as he ran out the door. Next moment he felt himself hit the outside wall of the house he had just gotten out of, shaking it on its foundations. His sword had left his hand and was lying where he had been a second ago As he picked himself up he saw what had attacked him. It was massive. It was an ogre, a massive one at that though it looked as if it was an undead too. He was standing a few feet away from his fallen sword. He had a crude axe in his hand and was waving his other fist, snarling as he did so. Athon could not believe the power in that fist. He brought his shield in his hand. He did have another sword on his belt but he wouldn't take it out. It was not permitted, even if it meant his life. The giant creature charged him but Athon rolled away to dodge the axe coming down. But the thing was faster than he had anticipated. It turned around before Athon had had a chance to get back on his feet and grabbed him with his large hand, picking him up in the air like a toy.
Athon was stuck, his hands pinned down in the grip beside his body. He felt the grip tighten as the thing began to close his fist around him, trying to crush him. The ogre was having difficulty though as the armor held true. Athon began to think of a way as to get out of this monster's hand but let out a painful scream as the ogre seems to suddenly gain strength and began to squeeze his armor. It was torture as it stopped right before it would start crushing his bones. Now Athon could feel the armor dig into his skin and compressing his body in it. He was trapped in his own armor. He could feel the armor around the sides oh his torso, cut in to his skin and create wounds that had started bleeding.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 26, 2008 4:34:08 GMT -5
*where's Valdia?*
It didn't take long for her to notice the commotion outside, especially with the huge undead oaf standing right outside the door... how cliche, really. Sighing, she took a running leap out the window, landing right on top of the thing. Still, even with a stab to the head, it didn't fall... but it didn't hit her either, as she leapt away, landing not far away from the other two, already beginning to chant in a strange and beautifully alien language...
She felt the warmth envelope her body as the change took place... and before long, a large creature stood where she had just moments before; the body was easily one and a half times the size of a man, shoulders easily twice across; its skin was stone, the arms were easily three-quarters of its length; what it had fore 'hands' was claws made of diamond, and the two teeth that skated downwards from its mouth slightly were made of obsidian... in short, the creature looked similar in proportions to a mammoth ape, but beyond that the similarities ended. Small, yellowish eyes peeked out from under the lids, which closed quickly as the beast let out a bellow, its clawed fists raised to the night sky, its voice challenging the ogre to battle...
But inside, Naomi still existed, controlling the beast in spirit; it would not hurt the two men if she could help it. However, if it became necessary to bat them out of the way, she'd do so. Gently, if at all possible.
*ps: 'alien' doesn't always mean from outer space, as in this case >.>*
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Post by Vaidia on Apr 26, 2008 12:07:56 GMT -5
((Bidding my time))
One should know, that even summoning little, puny Dead Hands can drain those who control of that which is known as energy. It should also be mentioned that this rate exhaustion is directly proportional to the number of Hands being summoned, and has a parabolic slope for the time passed. This meaning, the more that are summoned, the more energy that is being used due to the requirement of those alive still having to be controlled and, even when those who have already been called are defeated, the energy used to maintain this connection has still been depleted. And also, to note, is that as energy is decreasing, how easily it is noticed and the feeling of fatigue become an onset. This small lesson is a very important thing for each Necromancer or Summoner of sort to keep in mind if they are to do mass callings of minions. Never forget: Even summoning the punier of Hands can toll up on the caller. Good Luck!
And, now it came back to her. Now, out of all times she remembered that silly lesson that had the most importance to what she was doing now. Out all times... Oh! She wasn't going to have her Rabbit stew for sure this time. If only she hadn't been so ignorant, there would still be a chance that she could still work now, taking a little break between each summon to allow her energy to recuperate just a little... And, perhaps if she grabbed a snack before all of this, she wouldn't have to worry about it at all. Yes, food sounded very good right now. Even her stomach agreed, letting a subtle growl of agreement.
Noise.
Clinky, clanky, clunkity noise-ige. One of the shiny looters? It must've seen her! Oh, she hoped it was the one who did all the pretty flashy stuff, it was so cool and really, really nifty! It probably would conjure some of that magic in front of her and then... and then... Be her enemy. A threat. Someone that she would have to eliminate, otherwise it may hurt her and then she knew her master would have to come and rescue her. He always got angry when she messed up that badly, and usually didn't even feed her anything at all the rest of the day. And she was usually really hungry after her mess-ups too. But, this wasn't a flaw yet. There was still a chance that she could come out top dog against this threat. No, she had to. This shiny looter could be a big dog, and she to be on top. Had to, in order to be the best possible.
Small, nimble hands reached up to the rose-woven hat-case she wore and plucked out the flame-red feather being held there. Normally, she did not feel the need to use her "wand", but time were a bit dire and she needed the boost if she were to place some defenses around her, just like she was taught. But, because there wasn't a corpse around, she would haver to something a slight bit more advanced: Shadow hands, spirits called from death without a body to reside in. It would be a bit much for her, she knew-
Magic flickered across the floor, a group of demonic looking symbols that seemed to gnaw and eat each other as they swirled about the ground. Inta felt a tightening feeling wheel up withing her, twisting into the snuggest of knots as she felt the recognition of what this meant. Her master decided to interfere, calling out a few some minion to defend her now. No food for the night, then. Drat.
The creatures took form, rising from the shadows created from the vile magics sickening light. Yet, as the girl brought her gaze to see what flavor of Hand they were, she saw them only basic, low level creatures, only a slight level higher than what she was just calling. Little nothings, a something that was so weak that even she could take down if they were on the opp'sed side. Either her master was really angry with her, or distracted with something else...
The now seen shiny looter man tore through the door, just as the last tastes of the magic that called the Hands here were swallowed up into the dark around, interrupting Inta from her wonderings on why so weak of things had been brought to her. He was tall, first off. And scary looking. He looked like he would foam at the mouth any second now. Exactly her image of a shiny looter man.
"Give up, Necromancer! You are cornered!" The shiny looter bellowed, cutting down one of the weakling hands and advancing toward her. She felt her hair rise on end and goose bumps dance along her arms as adrenaline started to pump through her veins. The threat was in front of her, now she only need to confront it.
"No way, evil-doer! Leave now or I'll smite you!" She would howl out in her own answer, raising her feather wand in a mock sword-point fashion.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 26, 2008 17:47:57 GMT -5
The ogre went down with surprising ease... in the brief scuffle, it'd managed to knock her in the head once, but besides that, Naomi took it down with almost no effort at all. Except for the fact that she'd be exhausted afterwards (as the golum was the most energy-consuming summon she had). Along the way, she took out several ghouls for good measure; those that didn't meet their fate at the tip of her golum's claws were squished beneath her feet. Something about these ones, however, felt different... their energies were stronger than the ones that had initially trapped her in the building, she could feel it.
Every kind of magic art gave off a distinct radiance, an aura, and even the arts of death were not exempt from that; if one were attune to it, they could sense what it was, and maybe even pinpoint where. Naomi wasn't nearly that advanced yet, but she knew it wasn't from the original source. Even as she cooled down back to her human form, Naomi was throwing herself back into the midst of battle, shrugging off her fatigue as best she could to get to the young man. Her blades danced to a deadly song, beheading several more of these newer undead.
The one thing that irritated her most about necromancers was their inherent cowardice, and it seemed that this one was no different; hiding in the background, summoning hoards of vile creatures like these, and then running away at the most opportune moment, although she couldn't blame them... they weren't usually a welcome sight anywhere, and were generally known as troublemakers by nature. Probably because people didn't like the idea of their loved ones coming back from the dead and used as cannon fodder...
coming up to the page, she sighed; he looked fine, except for a few places where his armor had been crunched inwards, probably cutting into his skin somewhat. For now, he'd live, though the wounds would need to be healed when time permitted it. Why she even cared, she didn't know, but for now, there was more urgent business to attend to. "Can you still fight?" she asked, looking him straight in the eyes but still keeping an ear out behind her, just in case...
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 26, 2008 20:10:02 GMT -5
Evil Doer? What the hell, is she insane? Horacius thought as he heard the young voice call out. She was either incredibly stupid, or blindly naive. Either way, if what she said was honest, and truly what she believed, she was not evil as the magic she was casting, and Horacius now knew things were going to get far more difficult. He could, by the Order's book, kill her for wielding the dark arts, but he was the order now. There was nobody left but him, the rules were his to bend as need be for the good of all. He knew how dangerous this idea was, but he trusted himself to keep the rules close, and keep them for the benefit of all those around him. He couldn't ever allow himself to twist the laws of being a Paladin to his own benefit. He knew better, and he held himself higher than the Order. But he also knew not which of his teachings were corrupt, so by his moral fiber he dictated which ones he would follow. He always feared becoming that which he destroyed, and now he was bringing back the memories that tortured him so.
Shaking off the memories of the past, he cut down the last few ghouls who stood in his way, one clawing across his helm and cutting his neck. Now he faced that which he has first only spoken to, a tiny young girl who stood conjuring the evil that he had been fighting.
"You call me evil! Yet you use the evil arts? You attack people for no reason, and tear the dead from their rest!" He stepped forward, looking at her as she raised her wand bravely. He stepped forward, and smiled.
"I am a Paladin, young lady... My magic, and my power, completely oppose yours." He said, raising his hand in the air as the golden glow wrapped around his arm, "You tell me, which one looks like it is favored by God? By that which stands for righteousness?"
He took off his helm, allowing for the girl to look at his face. He was an old man by any warrior's standard, and he wanted to show her his face, and the honesty and goodness held within it. If he could convince her to put behind this senseless act, he could save her from the hell she would meet from using the power of hell to conjure the dead. He didn't want to have to kill a little girl, but if she wanted to continue raising the dead, he would have to harm her, just to stop her. She could become a threat if she grew in power over her age. She was young, and was very strong, but if she were to grow in power, and throw the dark arts like others, she could rival, if not best, even him.
Just as he spoke, more undead were conjured behind him. But standing behind him was not ghouls or zombies, but Marionettes, puppets used for nothing more than to explode when they reach their target. Horacius' eyes got wide as he turned from the girl and raised his shield. The beast exploded hurling him against a wall as the others darted back and forth. He raised his hand into the air and casted a small healing spell on the creatures, and it melted them into pools. That was not her power, that was someone else's. He couldn't sense any casting, any spell, anything. He had to be far away. Someone who could conjure from a long distance, someone who was so powerful he could do that... Horacius couldn't believe it... This could be a problem...
"You ask yourself that!" He said, getting to his feet. "Those monsters look evil to me, what do you think?" He said, hoping she knew more than to attack a Paladin. He hoped she already had a sense of what a Paladin was, but nothing was for sure.
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Post by Vaidia on Apr 26, 2008 22:23:30 GMT -5
A million little words, drifting in the battle-tensend air, stringing through and weaving up its strength, thickening the composition that stood so boldly between the two sides of a pendulum. From here eyes, the swing was on side with the man who had barged into the room, the threat and thief invading this town. She knew it should look dark and twisted, a cluster of fangs and claws and other unpleasant things. But, no matter how her mind wished to twist this image, to make it into so conquerable a thing, it would not work. Glaring hate vanished into illuminating good, and the clusterous of evil things peeled away to purity of light. It was frightening, suddenly, to think that, if he were the good side, what did that make her?
Or, perhaps it was just that was shining his magic so garishly into her eyes that things were being distorted in so odd of ways. Yes, that must be it. Forget his speeches of how Necromancy wrenched from death, rather than borrowing. Forget that he spoke it as evil, when he was the one who was doing so vile of thing, and in this forgetting to what his claims of being a Paladin promised him too. Forget that he stated that which was so obvious when he asked to which seemed to be more favored by god, when she already knew on what side of the pendulum each magic stood. Wasn't it the who behind it, rather than the what? The... the silly man. Didn't he know better?
To Forget, and to not worry about his lying words.
She bring her eyes from the floor they had fallen onto while he said his words to his own, now helmetless gaze and, at that instant would meet him for the first time. When he would see her eyes, they would be the same shade as his own, filled with each shadow of trial and glimmer of joy, fitted into a new vessel of sight. As this was made, the doubts being formed a moment before were awash in a wave of sorrow, strength and an unshakable firm'osity in a stone etched code of mind. Her eyes of his went and saw the face of someone who had been through these things, each aged scar telling a new story, the whisper thin lines around his mouth telling of a time of joy lost, and finally his intents to why he revealed himself began to show. That of honesty and not single, light brought goodness. This meant... could he really not be one who does evil? Did her master-
To forget, and not worry about his lying words.
The pendulum began to move again as the next actions were dealt, but it did not move toward her, but to the actions of her another. One that had much more power over the swing of things, the puppeteer who held the string, and summoned forth his marionettes.
The creatures exploded within the air, breaking the woven tension into a new chaotic scene. These were the creatures he normally called when she did something really stupid. And, afterwards, she didn't get any food but a daily serving of a broccoli and fish for a week. She hated both foods. Very much. She watched as they swarmed to behind this man and waited to see him be blasted into something unpleasant, when something odd happened. He turned himself, and blocked the beasts with his shield just as they made brutal explosive contact. The action forced him to the wall; her to a more grounded position. He made a rather hearty noise as made contact; she winced and waited for the other marionettes to finish the job. But, no such thing happened. It was the man who made the winning draw, who'd won the skirmish. He brought forth healing magics and, in that instant, his threat melted away and hers just beginning.
"You ask yourself that!" The man challenged, rising to his feet. "Those monsters look evil to me, what do you think?"
And, with the heat of battle simmered away, the feelings not hers washed back into her, changing each defiant action she would've done into one anew. Not yet saying a peep (and putting the feather back into her hat), she turned and walked closer to the towering man, not a slight bit of fear in her motions. She stopped when she faced him directly, head craned up so her his eyes met.
"...Why are you so sad?"
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 27, 2008 3:29:02 GMT -5
The woman, showing new powers he had never seen before, had given him the time he needed. He was able to channel the only spell he knew to heal his face to an extent where the scars just showed on the skin but the bleeding had stopped. He didn't want to waste his energy just to get the scars off just yet. That could wait till they were out of the battle. By this time, she had finished off the ogre rather easily taking out some ghouls still wandering around. As she approached him, he began taking off his dented armor, the plates which had bent out of shape and were hindering his movements. He had to take off all of it above his waste but could manage for now with the leggings.
"Yes, I am not done yet. Thank you...", he said hurriedly before his eyes went wide for a second and he pulled Naomi towards himself with one hand rather forcefully and brought up his shield in front of their bodies. There was a creature that had leaped towards her as she turned her back. It seemed to have appeared out of the ground which was why he hadn't seen it earlier. As the beast exploded, he put his other hand around Naomi out of instinct. The explosive force pushed them both back. He brought his leg back as they slid back to avoid falling over.
He let go as soon as they came to a stop but kept his shield up. "What is this now?", he said frustrated. He looked down and found himself right next to his sword. He put his foot under it and flipped it up in his hands. Feeling a bit more confident as he now had something to strike back with.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 27, 2008 15:19:15 GMT -5
Naomi managed to get one leg beneath her before landing, but the other one landed at a weird angle and she fell to her hands and knees. Pushing herself up quickly, she dodged another one of those freaks, tossing her dagger through its head and kicking another away before it could blow. The way the kid had grabbed her as the first one attacked them had her in all kinds of pissed off; she wasn't against hugging or anything, but he'd grabbed her around the back, squishing her chest against him as he did, which was most certainly a big, BIG no-no... still, he'd probably saved her life right there, but that didn't mean she was grateful for the fondling, even if it was accidental.
The suicide bomber that received a dagger to the face turned to a slushy mush as soon as it stopped moving, and the other one blew a hole in the side of the building she'd just been in. Obviously, someone wasn't concerned with collateral damage. And that worried Naomi... mostly because this would complicate her life very much so if there were people still living around here.
Her thoughts were ripped back to reality when another one of them charged her, and she quickly summoned ice to the ground in front of her, tripping up the stumbling whack-job; soon as he hit the ground, she kicked it away into a group of them, blowing the whole of them to kingdom come. Impressed with her work, she still didn't let it get to her head as another hoard was being summoned. "Please tell me you know better tricks than being beaten and tossed around" she called back somewhat sarcastically to the page boy, sincerely hoping that he had learned some sort of white magic on his own...
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 27, 2008 22:46:56 GMT -5
Athon snapped his head towards her at the harsh comment that was aimed at his ability as a fighter. He was offended but accepted he would look pretty weak compared to what Naomi and Horacius were capable of. His frustration with his lack of knowledge and skill in the art he was striving to learning was reflected on his face. As he held his sword in his hand, he charged it with holy energy, enough to kill the creatures before they could explode and cause any more damage. He didn't reply as he cut down two who had leaped at him, jumping back and swinging his sword with precision to slice through the heads of the creatures before they slammed into his shield.
He was thinking of something he could do but wondered if Naomi would be able to handle it. "Listen, I have the energy that can negate these creatures but I can't channel it into a usable force except for my sword... yet. If you can conjure up something with the range and spread that can carry it to them, I can pass it through your body. Can you... handle holy energy?"
He had no clue if the energy of this sort would affect someone who chanelled power like she possesed. He was hoping she would. This also required a trust he had never given anybody. She might drain him while he chanelled and he might not be able to do anything about it till it was too late. But it was a dire situation and he hoped his judgement of her character was right. It was all he could do.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 28, 2008 16:00:28 GMT -5
Naomi wasn't sure why he was hesitating, if only because she had more reason to. Mostly because she wasn't sure if she'd have enough energy to summon another being without issues. "Never hurts to try, does it?" she responded, trying to remember the image of the thunderbird... it'd been a while since she'd summoned a low-level creature as her avatar, but she knew the only other option was her, and holy energy wouldn't sit well in that situation...
As soon as she had it, she began the chants, all the while fending off several of the suicidal enemies. Once again, her body was encased in light... and the Thunderbird emerged after the light subsided. With a good twenty-foot wingspan, the creature, although more human-like than the golum had been, was still a frightening creature to face. Immediately taking to the air, she summoned several strikes of thunder in front of the page to destroy a few more of those creatures, mentally calling out to him "Do it! And fast, cause I don't know how long I can hold this form..."
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 28, 2008 20:52:58 GMT -5
He watched in fascination as the bird soared up not realizing that a few more of the creatures were closing in on him till they were struck down by Naomi's avatar. As she told him to channel the spell, he wondered if would be a good idea to give it to her, all at once but decided against it.
Even though he didn't have a power close to that of Horacius but he may still harm her if his power was too much to handle. So he began channeling it to her, raising his hand towards her but comprimising himself in the position. Thinking quickly, he backed up towards a mount of rubble created out of the house that the creature had exploded into and put his shield in front of him. He did this protect himself while he channeled the spell.
The thunderbird lit up with the energy and the light grew in strength as he continued to channel it. He was suddenly jerked back into the rubble as something struck the shield, another of the creatures no doubt. He just hoped now she could finish them off before one of them figured out and jumped over the rubble from behind him.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 29, 2008 4:09:34 GMT -5
The energy that pulsed through her was more than she'd felt before, and it was actually energizing her somewhat. Still, she focused upon what needed to be done, and tried to think of how exactly she could wipe all of them out with a single burst, which was all she had the concentration power to do right now... Soaring higher, Naomi allowed the other part to take over, that which was older and wiser than her. Naomi needed to remind herself often that she was only requesting assistance of the powerful creature, and that it had a mind of its own... which came in handy for situations like this.
A storm brewed in the twilight air, one of immense size even for her partner... gathering the channeled energy as well as her own, she and her partner focused, concentrating upon that one area and sent a small shower down there. Nothing serious, but enough to wet all of the enemies at once. Although the strike itself wouldn't have as much power, the water would spread it, and the holy energy laced within it, all around. Aiming for a moment, she released the entire mass of built energy, straight into the middle of the suicide bombers...
The results were immediate; all but a few of them were burned beyond use by the holy energy, and those nearest or even within a few feet of the strike were completely obliterated. Those few that were left would have a harder time rushing anything, and with the ground practically seething pure energy from the lightning, it wouldn't be long before they were piles of useless mush too... The Thunderbird let out a triumphant cry of approval before reeling back to earth, Naomi returning to her normal self near the bombed house... and immediately she passed out, exhausted moreso than she'd ever been in years from having to summon twice in one short period...
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 29, 2008 4:52:29 GMT -5
Athon watched from his position the acent of the Thunderbird. He kept channeling as it seems to charge up and strike down the creatures on the street. He stopped channeling as the strike was completed, feeling the energy still present in the water that had formed a large puddle on the street, dissolving a few more while the rest seem to stay away.
He got up from his position, surprised to have used up very less energy for the damage it seemed to have done. Naomi had somehow amplified the affect, but how? More questions and no new answers. He looked around at the creatures that were left , standing on the side of the pool. He charged his sword again with the energy going near enough so they would be provoked to make the jump. They did and he quickly put them down in the water, laying them to rest in it.
Once he was satisfied that there was no immediate threat he turned around to look at Naomi land on the ground once again. He hurried towards her prone body as he saw her fall in the water. He checked her breathing and found it deep and slow. She just seemed exhausted for now. He guessed the transformations took their toll on the body of the caster. He sheathed his sword and secured his shield on his back. Moving her body up into a leaning position, he laid her so her back was resting on the wall that was left of the bombed house.
There were no moer ghouls or undead awakening so he completed his own healing, the scar finally dissapearing off his face while the little damage he had to his body healing with it as well. He wondered what he could do to bring Naomi around then thought of something. He couldn't heal her but he could channel the energy through her to maybe re-energize her body and muscles like he had done to her in her avatar form. He got down to his knees in front of her and placed his right hand over her heart. He then let a bit of the holy energy flow into her.
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 30, 2008 1:06:16 GMT -5
Horacius' head lowered, his eyes fixing on the ground below him. This girl, she had no fear of him, saw him as no threat, and worse yet, acted almost as if she left his pain, his deep tortured sorrow that brewed so deeply within his heart. He turned from her, sheathing his sword, and replaced his helm on his head.
"Some things are better left unmentioned." He said, the thoughts of his family returning. His son, and his smile as he played with the neighboring children, greeting his father with exuberance as he returned from the crusades. The smell of dirt and sweat from a child who had been playing for hours. It was a welcome scent from the fields of blood. His wife, and her gorgeous curves, her long silky strands of hair. He gritted his teeth, returning to reality. He couldn't dwell on the past, and he told himself this every time he though of them. It brought him nothing but pain. He felt nothing he could ever do would avenge them, would make up for his failure to see what was coming for them. Nothing could ever make up for his failure to his family.
He turned back to the girl, his face showing no emotion, his eyes dead-set on hers.
"The magic you use tortures the dead, kills the living, and curses those who cast it. Do yourself a favor, young one. Save yourself. Whatever hand leads you, whatever reason you have for following it. Leave it. If you do not, Death will have no regret for your fate." He knelt down, eye to eye with her, "You will become what you cast."
He turned from her. The truth was there, that those necromancers who had the skill to be a true threat, to actually do harm, and bring terror and hell to the earth, would be consumed by their own power. The power of the dead, at their eternal command. When they died, their soul refused to rest, angered by the power it lost, and they become the bane of all, the Lich. Such was not his decision to make, it was hers and hers alone. Despite her age, she had been chosen, for whatever reason, to battle this curse. Horacius was pained to see a girl so young now have to face the harsh reality. As it dawned on her what she was using, as the thought of what she had just seen melded to her mind, she would never see her master the same.
Or... If she continued, she would become just as evil as the others who casted the foul magic.
Horacius did recall, in one case... One case... a Necromancer who beat the curse. He was no longer slave to power he held. He controlled it, wielded it for the good of all. Almost as if it were pure, the bodies resurrected felt no trouble, and returned to rest immediately afterward. How he did it was unknown to Horacius. He held the moral fiber, the power to overcome what he had been trained by his father. Horacius was sent to stop him. Just as those who were Holy could be corrupted, he wondered if those that were corrupted, could be Holy... The divine guided his hand in letting that man live, and that man saved the lives of thousands before being slain by his own, his fellow necromancers. He rests now, undisturbed, in the Catacombs of the order, his power not consuming him, he never became a Lich.
There was no way he could speak gently, even to a child, who was corrupted by necromancy.
"Leave this place. Forget your master, forget your power, or it will consume you."
Horacius walked out of the house, and returned to the street, where Athon and Naomi were. They were both injured. he rushed to their side, and knelt down beside Athon.
"Rest, Athon. You've done plenty." He said, holding his hands up to the woman, and the golden power from his hands covering her body. Unless she was among the dead, there was no reason for the healing magic he was using to harm her. Once he was finished, he looked to Athon, and his ruined armor
"Good work." He said, smiling, the sarcasm obvious. He continued to kneel by Naomi, she had done him a great service by fighting alongside them. He wouldn't leave her to her own unless that was her wish. He looked around, the area clear of undead, and then looked back to Athon again, "from the sound of what happened out here, the two of you put on one hell of a light show." He said, forgetting his pain to help others. Perhaps that was why he continued to help those in need, it made him forget his pain, even for a short while...
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