In Brenwicke's Books...
Sigmund quickly fetches his shopping list of books, which consists of a book with maps of the Sea of Death, a beginner's necromantic manual, a book of spellbook samples and one about necromantic focus selection, and in addition he grabs a scientific treatise on the nature of the soul. With all this quality literature obtained, he runs back to the Artiste's house.
Now he's got good books, lots of time and relative safety. A perfect recipe for fun times.
In a temple of Narcillicus...
Scott feels lucky and brave today. Brave and lucky enough to question an angered goddess! Brave and lucky enough to risk death and obliteration! Brave and lucky enough to even talk back!
"Uh...Rysinia? I happen to already be dead. Also, if I may ask, what domain do you preside over?"
~No, you do not. Don't be an idiot. You have a soul within your fragile shell of a body, so you are just as alive as any other thing that moves about and talks nonsense. Perhaps moreso. You can also be quite handily killed. So don't be a smartass about it. As for what we preside over, our domain is conflict, logic and industry. Now, will that be all or do you wish to tempt the wrath of a vengeful divine entity some more?~
In the kitchen of the Artiste...
Having been informed that human flesh is indeed desirable, Niklas gets ready for a meat run.
"Give me a few minutes."
He goes outside, passing Sigmund on the way, and goes looking for humans. He does find one eventually - already a corpse, admittedly. Looks to have died over a day ago from blood loss caused by arrow wounds. Somewhat decomposed, but that might also be a mark of a delicacy. You see, a true chef knows that it's all in the nomenclature. So, operating from the core assumption that humans are like cheese and wine, this guy could work.
On the top floor of the Artiste's house...
Morton, his brain-stuff filling with delicious expository information, gently prods the conversational train along, his insatiable lust for information driving his inquisitive spirit. Kevin can only watch in quiet, attentive appreciation as the words flow freely.
"I see... Oh, that does remind me. Where are we heading exactly? I never did get that information, although it doesn't matter for the deal. Also, was that what he did when I felt odd? Felt like I drank bad tea, then a compulsion to follow what he says..."
"Yeah, you've been soulbound. It can only be reversed by a demon of some kind, I hear. Otherwise it's totally unbreakable. Popular among powerful necromancers, I think. And we're heading to Horizon Isle, this place located roughly in the middle of the Sea of Death. Difficult to reach, but has amazing sunsets."
Morton ponders on this, before shrugging.
"Either way, so you all are mages? Interesting, I've never met one when I lived honestly, always heard strange things about them. Its nice to meet some all the same, 'specially nice ones, not all the things I've heard are good."
"Ya mostly wouldn't meet mages unless ya operate in a particular line of work, have some peculiar interests or are a mage yourself. So no wonder ya hear strange things about 'em. Mages themselves can be anything and anyone - guys, gals, weirdos, crazies, megalomaniacs, altruists, scientists, career climbers and any number of other things. Sometimes, though, all you see is the crazies and psychopaths. Mostly because those are the only ones who tend to wander around a whole lot, since most other mages are busy with steady jobs for lords or conducting research or doing something else pretty important to them. Or just lazing about and doing nothing in particular."
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