Post by Evan Scar on Jun 24, 2011 21:41:49 GMT -5
While he had been dropping off Serci's donation to the Mage Academy, Evan had been fortunate enough to meet the mousy little Elleyn. She was short, with unkempt brown hair, and thick spectacles. She also wore an unflattering robe that seemed a little too big for her. Basically, she would either be someone's idea of the cutest girl in the world, or a huge train wreck. Either way, she'd caught him laying out the donation and scroll, and had pulled him aside, so that she could nervously ask her favor. Evan had accepted. How could he not?
As he strolled toward the entrance of Serci de Valanora et Lumino's crumbling, ancient abode, he was thinking back to the favor Elleyn wanted. Pieces of the undead, for a Necromantic study? What the hell would a cute little defenseless girl like that be doing in a Necromancy class? It was like a huge, cosmic joke on him. When he came back with whatever it was she wanted, would people be there to laugh at him for being so foolish? Was she really a hideous, powerful Necromancer under that robe? Maybe she was goth when her hair was fixed, her makeup applied, and some black leather was worn? Evan nodded, smiling to himself as he pictured this. Nice. Nice.
The undead workers, who never grew tired, had done an impressive job on the courtyard and in the main hall where the Lich resided. The debris was all cleared out. Weeds had been plucked and removed. Windows that had been boarded up were now open, and though a few had been broken years ago, it still looked a lot nicer than it had before. Zombies were now scrubbing ancient grime from the stones on the pavement, and along the walls. He wondered, idly, how they would reach beyond their own height, but it really was his problem, and beyond that initial bit of curiosity, Evan didn't much care.
New furniture had been placed in the main hall. Seats, tables. The cobwebs gone, and hopefully the rats and insects as well. Despite all of the undead, it certainly did smell better. The Lich still retained her beautiful form, and without the power of his eyes activated, all he saw was the flawless skin, the naked breasts, and the full lips of the illusion, which Evan had to remind himself time and again that it was just a lie. He shuddered a little, visibly, before bringing up both hands. The left one was used to smack the right, as one would a small child. Serci smiled as she saw this.
"Hello again, Evan. You've done well. The others I've hired that dwell in the city have spoken to me of your deeds. I have something for you." From a side corridor, a foul member of the walking dead began to approach him, holding two things. The first, a pouch. The second, half a rib cage. "Your phoenix ashes, and half of a ribcage from a Wight, as you requested."
"Yeah, thanks." Evan accepted the two, so that the zombie could be on it's way, though he was loathe to actually touch bones from an undead being, it was a necessary evil.
Hmm, he only needed a single rib. This was more! That meant, he could give the remainder to little Elleyn. One down! But wait, what had she said? Bring one at a time, please. It will take me awhile to study one, and I don't want to have to rush before the next sample decays too much.
Goddamnit. More trips. It never ends! The pulling of one's own hair and the gnashing of teeth would follow one day, at being sent on all these errands.
"So, Lady Serci, next time I'm back this way.. would it be cool if I cut off a piece of zombie flesh from one of your minions? Then maybe.. get a small bone from a skeleton after that? Some.. girl, she wanted me to fetch undead pieces for a class or.. something." He shrugged. Evan didn't really understand all that Necromancy stuff, and he didn't much care to, either.
"If it would please you, Evan, so long as you continue to spread my good name. My family's honor must be restored!" She seemed adamant about that.
"Yeah, a deal's a deal, isn't it? Just.. promise me, give me your word.. that you're not going to ride into town one day as a hero and start draining people's souls after I got you to trust them." He frowned slightly, watching her. "I'd hate to have to stop you."
Serci seemed amused at his words, with that ever-seductive smile returning, though eventually, it faded, and she inclined her head. "Of course, Evan. I give you my word."
Evan nodded once, as he turned, making his way out. He really wished he was convinced, but he just wasn't. Still, she'd so far kept her side of the bargain, he would keep his. It's just how a Scar was. The ribcage was snapped, in half. Some, he needed for his own ritual, but the other half was for his new pal, Elleyn. Gods, he hoped she didn't turn out to be an evil bitch, too.
As he strolled toward the entrance of Serci de Valanora et Lumino's crumbling, ancient abode, he was thinking back to the favor Elleyn wanted. Pieces of the undead, for a Necromantic study? What the hell would a cute little defenseless girl like that be doing in a Necromancy class? It was like a huge, cosmic joke on him. When he came back with whatever it was she wanted, would people be there to laugh at him for being so foolish? Was she really a hideous, powerful Necromancer under that robe? Maybe she was goth when her hair was fixed, her makeup applied, and some black leather was worn? Evan nodded, smiling to himself as he pictured this. Nice. Nice.
The undead workers, who never grew tired, had done an impressive job on the courtyard and in the main hall where the Lich resided. The debris was all cleared out. Weeds had been plucked and removed. Windows that had been boarded up were now open, and though a few had been broken years ago, it still looked a lot nicer than it had before. Zombies were now scrubbing ancient grime from the stones on the pavement, and along the walls. He wondered, idly, how they would reach beyond their own height, but it really was his problem, and beyond that initial bit of curiosity, Evan didn't much care.
New furniture had been placed in the main hall. Seats, tables. The cobwebs gone, and hopefully the rats and insects as well. Despite all of the undead, it certainly did smell better. The Lich still retained her beautiful form, and without the power of his eyes activated, all he saw was the flawless skin, the naked breasts, and the full lips of the illusion, which Evan had to remind himself time and again that it was just a lie. He shuddered a little, visibly, before bringing up both hands. The left one was used to smack the right, as one would a small child. Serci smiled as she saw this.
"Hello again, Evan. You've done well. The others I've hired that dwell in the city have spoken to me of your deeds. I have something for you." From a side corridor, a foul member of the walking dead began to approach him, holding two things. The first, a pouch. The second, half a rib cage. "Your phoenix ashes, and half of a ribcage from a Wight, as you requested."
"Yeah, thanks." Evan accepted the two, so that the zombie could be on it's way, though he was loathe to actually touch bones from an undead being, it was a necessary evil.
Hmm, he only needed a single rib. This was more! That meant, he could give the remainder to little Elleyn. One down! But wait, what had she said? Bring one at a time, please. It will take me awhile to study one, and I don't want to have to rush before the next sample decays too much.
Goddamnit. More trips. It never ends! The pulling of one's own hair and the gnashing of teeth would follow one day, at being sent on all these errands.
"So, Lady Serci, next time I'm back this way.. would it be cool if I cut off a piece of zombie flesh from one of your minions? Then maybe.. get a small bone from a skeleton after that? Some.. girl, she wanted me to fetch undead pieces for a class or.. something." He shrugged. Evan didn't really understand all that Necromancy stuff, and he didn't much care to, either.
"If it would please you, Evan, so long as you continue to spread my good name. My family's honor must be restored!" She seemed adamant about that.
"Yeah, a deal's a deal, isn't it? Just.. promise me, give me your word.. that you're not going to ride into town one day as a hero and start draining people's souls after I got you to trust them." He frowned slightly, watching her. "I'd hate to have to stop you."
Serci seemed amused at his words, with that ever-seductive smile returning, though eventually, it faded, and she inclined her head. "Of course, Evan. I give you my word."
Evan nodded once, as he turned, making his way out. He really wished he was convinced, but he just wasn't. Still, she'd so far kept her side of the bargain, he would keep his. It's just how a Scar was. The ribcage was snapped, in half. Some, he needed for his own ritual, but the other half was for his new pal, Elleyn. Gods, he hoped she didn't turn out to be an evil bitch, too.