A dream awakens...pt.1

[thehunter123]

He wakes from his dream .. no .. a nightmare he remembers. It has been far too long since he has had a dream that he fully remembered. But this one was crystal.

The child was only 6 when one of his masters brought him into the dungeon that day. There was a man bleeding in agony tied to a set of pillars, his stomach open and his entrails spilling onto the floor. Blood seeping out of his mouth ... his tongue cut out and laid on a table next to him. His fingers .. chopped off and set neatly next to his tongue. His fingernails pulled and laid in a tidy pile next to the fingers. An eye half hanging out his socket. Only murmers of utter pain can be heard from the man.

The child can only see and take in so much before , horrified , he turns away as tears begin to seep out of his eyes.

The master grabs him with his huge orc hand and raises him off of the ground. Then immediately slaps him across the face.

STOP YOUR CRYING ! IT IS A SIGN OF YOUR WEAKNESS ! LOOK ! LOOK AT HIM ! NEVER TURN AWAY .... THIS IS HOW THINGS ARE !!!

His tears dry up and walks over to the tortured man .. poking and prodding him with little fingers ...

Master? Why am I here ? The child says ...

It is time for you to watch a man die. Then you will watch as we raise him to be used for what we will. You will begin to learn this day the art of the dead.

Today marks the beginning of your tutelage .....

The man wakes up in the cold cell..... the man with eye-patch ... pacing back and forth ... back and forth ... back and forth ... damn him as well ...

Hmm .. next time will be different .. I know exactly what things went wrong ... yes ..... next time .....

[thehunter123]

He paces the labratory with gentle strides as he ponders on the reasoning for his spell failure....

He stops at the table and begins to read from his black leather musty tome... nodding and making hrmph noises everyonce in a while.

He looks over to a kobold hand and casts a simple animate cantrip on it. As he continues reading the hand crawls over to him, up his arm and down his back. Where it starts to scratch his back, shoulders, and finally the back of his head.

I have animated skeletal rats, zombies galore, undead ogres, hells even the undead wolves seem quite useful at times... but I have been trying for this undead elemental for the longest .. to no avail .....

He then motions the kobold hand over to the bookshelf holding many of his components filled with mysterious pieces of flesh, skulls, and various bits of ichor filled vials.

The hand crawls up the book shelf and grabs a small pouch and tosses it to him.

Hmm.. perhaps .. he thinks to himself....

He places some black ashen substance on the floor and begins to chant ....

The undead ogre ..... blast !!!

Soon he thinks .. yes ... soon ....

He smiles as he looks at the animated hand .... you are probally the most useful so far...


<ooc..is one lvl away from animating necromentals>

[thehunter123]

He wakes to the feel of the cold hard cement floor. His eyes open to the dim red lights of the shrine room. He looks around to no avail, his eyes not yet able to focus on anything clearly...

Minutes pass and finally he can see somewhat clearly. He looks upon female faces that he recognizes instantly ...

Sisters? What am I doing on the ground .. and why do I feel like the weight of the standing stone itself is upon my chest?

Silinthius .. thank the darkones we were able to bring you back ... there is something you should know.

He tries to stand but cannot, the pain maiden helps him to sit while leaning against a pillar. Chest filled with shortness of breath and his head throbbing with pain.

Gods .. he murmmers ...

Silinthius .. we heard explosions from your room .. when we ran to investigate .. we passed two short figures in black .. the room filled with fire and your body, along with that of your friend, were charred and burnt beyond belief. Also ... um .... your chest was cut open .... and we think your heart was torn out .. but we cannot be certain.

His eyes widen is disbelief ... short figures ... can only be .... TORIAN damnit to hells !! It has too be... the last thing he remembers was meeting the two torians by the front gate.

He looks up to the pain maiden ... my thanks sisters ... how bad is the room burnt ?

Do not worry, we have constructs cleaning and repairing as we speak. Though it might take a while to get that smell of burnt flesh out of there...

The banite approaches him to heal him. He gives her a warning glance. She backs away as the pain maiden smiles and approaches him laying both hands along with most of her body upon him. She turns to the others...

Don't worry sisters .. i'll get him back up to full strength ... giggles are heard through out the shrines ...

Gods woman .. you just resurected me !!

He chuckles .. fine .. sisters .. lock the doors .... break out the potions of endurance ... we won't be healing others today .....

[thehunter123]

The dark figure seems to forever walk around the area known to some as the Necropolis , but to others it is known as the city of the dead. He can be seen wandering for days upon end seemingly to walk from gravestone to gravestone as if searching for something. He knows not what he looks for but all he does know is that for some odd strange reason he is drawn to this place. Something he must find or is it someone ? It was pure chance he wandered into the area at all. In his never ending quest of exploration and self indulgence of personal knowledge.
He finds himself in some caves in the area. The placed filled with the walking dead corspses of monks long past and mummies enough to fill great halls of old. After much exploration he finds an entrance up to the surface.

After climbing out of the barrens he finds himself nestled below some hills. On top of the hill he can see a great mausoleum of old. What could be in there he wonders? He begins to climb ......


He then wakes upon the cold hard floor of the Redmist Temple as a woman is looking over him.

Thank goodness you've awakened! We thought you were lost for sure !

He groans ... what in the hells ....... hmm .....