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Author Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again  (Read 562003 times)

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #9885 on: July 15, 2014, 04:38:40 pm »

"What do you mean by Aspect? I am unfamiliar with this term. I am a bound undead, raised to serve those with the power to bind me. Originally I was raised by my spouse to use as their pleasure. They have since been destroyed."
Looks with venom at the bard.

" I am now bound to a servant of a prospective Godling. All before them will perish or serve...the Black Circle will likely be the former.
But I await your answer, will you surrender your quest and tell us what you know about the tactical nature of the circle, or do you forfeit your freedom and/or existence?"


The bard is visibly taken aback by your words.

"What? That's not how this is supposed to work at all! Who are you working for? What's even happening right now?"

"You've gravely misunderstood a situation, and said all the wrong things," Justine explains cryptically.

"You seem like the demon summoning type, have I understood correctly?" Tailor Craig suddenly pipes up.

"Huh? What?" the bard emotes, increasingly confused at the words of the two new speakers.

"Er, never mind," the tailor mutters.
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« Reply #9886 on: July 16, 2014, 12:39:50 am »

"Morton, I will give you one chance to get this fool to be coherent and pliable before I lose my temper."
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« Reply #9887 on: July 16, 2014, 02:34:52 am »

[Well, last post of the day. Er, morning. Time to attempt Morton's favorite conflict resolution: say enough words until the problem is gone.]

Morton kept silent through the conversation between Scott and the bard, although not for lack of trying. Seeing things about to possibly turn, the desk heeded good sir Scott and spoke.

"I believe this all to be a vast and unfortunate misunderstanding, good traveler, and I must urge all sides to please calm." The tea apostle started with, raising a hand up with an open palm in a gesture of cessation, deeming that it be best to be straight forward with all parties involved.

"Please, good traveler, I beg of you to not think me rude but I must ask you to listen to the full of what I say before replying. I'm afraid we are no aspects, nor apparitions, no shades, nor demons of any sort, simply travelers. We weren't summoned, but have been on our way to Eckledun, striking off through the wild for brevity." The desk first explained, hoping to stake through the most of the bard's confusion about who they were and why they were there.

"But regardless of what ritual you have committed, it seems fate is fitting. I apologize that we may not be able to directly assist you in returning your beloved to you, but perhaps we were meant to speak." Morton grew an arm that gestured to the most comfortable spot in close proximity for the man, the desk himself sinking softly onto the ground in similar respect. Regardless of whether the man stands or sits, the tea apostle will continue, a seriousness replacing his usual optimism.

"I do not question your devotion, good traveler, nor the means you may wish to seek reunification, as I'm familiar with separation. What my companion, good sir Scott, spoke of is that he has been witness and even a participant to an event you are asking us. You see, he perished before his lover, who brought him back in undeath to seek his presence once more. Time has passed though. Good sir Scott once had a body, a home, and a spouse. His lover gone, he (along with the others in his home) were to move onwards at the beckoning and bindings of another, adrift. Time has not worn him, nor any involved, well. The world is cruel like that, I'm afraid, and death is not one to be cheated of its dues without marks."

The desk grasped the rose again, gingerly, looking at it once more before offering it back to the man. "I fear this situation may not differ. Good sir Scott was miss Emily once, and miss Emily may become good sir Scott. As I've said before, good traveler, I do not question your devotion, nor how you may seek miss Emily, but I ask you to listen. Be past events different, I would be in your shoes and attempting the same and I cannot say if I would listen to myself. It's a hard thing I ask. I apologize that we were not who you seek, and that you had to endure my rambling. Perhaps afterwards we can participate in calmer conversation of a happier note, maybe with some tea?"

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #9888 on: July 17, 2014, 04:22:43 am »

In a system of pipes...

Kevin, knowing no better way to go than up, as well as slightly mistrustful of slashed-open holes, climbs upward.

[Kevin's strength roll: 1]

It is, however, an entirely wasted effort - pushing his back against the pipe and using his limbs to sort of slide upward does not work at all, primarily because of Kevin's new body not having nearly the appropriate strength and endurance of limbs to do such a thing. As he topples downward, a jagged piece of metal slices into his leg, though not very deeply, fortunately. It's bleeding a little now, which Kevin suspects may be a bit of a problem in a place like this.


In a strange chamber of some kind...

As Sigmund waits for the inevitable shoe to drop on the prospects of his future existence and examines the knots of the things around him - very boring knots, he might add, he senses a presence nearby - a nonmagical creature, with a regular knot - more than this he cannot say about it, least of all because the creature's first move is to remove both of his legs in a barely heard set of motions. The stumps don't seem to bleed at all, strangely, though the instant of horrible pain is there indeed. And though this is no doubt quite a harrowing experience, Sigmund now starts to feel something else - the intent of the movements, the style of the gnome's work, it evokes memories. Bad memories. Sigmund sighs nervously, knowing that this is quite possibly the worst sign he's had all day.

But then something unexpected happens. Though his legs are separated from the rest of his body, Sigmund finds that he can still feel them somehow. And even move them! It's a shocking moment for him, to tell the truth, as he senses his legs still wiggle, unusually free in their movements, the disconnection between them and the rest of his body still plainly apparent. The gnome seems to have been taken aback by this as well, pausing for a moment to consider the legs. But only for a moment.

Immediately, Sigmund feels one of his legs become unshackled and taken away by two clawed arms, then placed in what feels like a box - even at this distance, the limb functions perfectly well. The gnome then takes the other limb and, upon regarding it for a moment, holds it down with two arms while another two begin working on it, tearing skin and rending muscle, whittling something out of it extremely painfully, bits of flesh landing all around it. And though many bits are separated from one another, little chunks of flesh landing around the rough stone floor, Sigmund notes that he retains awareness in each piece. And even some limited motion, judging by the way they seem to twitch occasionally.

The gnome, rather more sizable than the other ones as far as Sigmund can tell, upon swiftly butchering the leg up to a certain point, seems to pause again, its clawed arms tapping against bits of exposed bone in the mutilated limb.


At the guest wing of the Castle Fenton...

Niklas explains politely that no offense was meant.

"Didn't hear anything else, so I believed that was your name. Thank you for escorting me to my chambers, Mr. Hewell," and Mr. Hewell seems most appreciative.

"You're very much welcome," he says, smiling at him weakly, then promptly leaving. As soon as he's gone, Lifeboy comes alive once more.

"What a depressing man! Anyhow, dibs on the room to the right!" he says, and immediately disappears into one of the furthest guest room to the right. Niklas, having been pointed the other way, steps into the furthest room on the left, and basks in the glory of his new quarters.

Unfortunately, they are less glorious than one might expect - there's a bed, or, rather, a mattress, since there's no sheets, no blanket and no pillow, a mirror and a washbasin. And a wardrobe with nothing in it, plus a nightstand. A bit bare, all in all, an effect enhanced by the spacious nature of it all.


In the company of a confused bard...

Scott believes it may be time to hand off the conversational torch to Morton, who is doubtlessly more prepared to suffer fools, given that his entire existence so far has involved it to some degree.

"Morton, I will give you one chance to get this fool to be coherent and pliable before I lose my temper."

But he need worry not, as Morton has already prepared words for the occasion. Getting the bard's attention, he speaks.

"I believe this all to be a vast and unfortunate misunderstanding, good traveler, and I must urge all sides to please calm," he says, raising a palm in a gesture of cessation. "Please, good traveler, I beg of you to not think me rude but I must ask you to listen to the full of what I say before replying. I'm afraid we are no aspects, nor apparitions, no shades, nor demons of any sort, simply travelers. We weren't summoned, but have been on our way to Eckledun, striking off through the wild for brevity. But regardless of what ritual you have committed, it seems fate is fitting. I apologize that we may not be able to directly assist you in returning your beloved to you, but perhaps we were meant to speak," he says, motioning for the bard to sit down, which he does not for some reason, while settling lower himself. "I do not question your devotion, good traveler, nor the means you may wish to seek reunification, as I'm familiar with separation. What my companion, good sir Scott, spoke of is that he has been witness and even a participant to an event you are asking us. You see, he perished before his lover, who brought him back in undeath to seek his presence once more. Time has passed though. Good sir Scott once had a body, a home, and a spouse. His lover gone, he (along with the others in his home) were to move onwards at the beckoning and bindings of another, adrift. Time has not worn him, nor any involved, well. The world is cruel like that, I'm afraid, and death is not one to be cheated of its dues without marks."

He offers the rose back to the bard, who takes it back immediately.

"I fear this situation may not differ. Good sir Scott was miss Emily once, and miss Emily may become good sir Scott. As I've said before, good traveler, I do not question your devotion, nor how you may seek miss Emily, but I ask you to listen. Be past events different, I would be in your shoes and attempting the same and I cannot say if I would listen to myself. It's a hard thing I ask. I apologize that we were not who you seek, and that you had to endure my rambling. Perhaps afterwards we can participate in calmer conversation of a happier note, maybe with some tea?"

The bard is silent, examining the rose for a moment, then looking back at Morton, then at Scott.

"Short version is, let the dead stay dead, because the dead being alive is much worse," Justine adds, slightly diminishing the polite tone.

Another moment of silence.

"Hm... well, bugger," the bard mutters to himself. "Guess there's nothing for it, then."

He immediately takes off at a quick run, making good time on an unexpected escape.

"He doesn't seem very convinced," Tailor Craig observes calmly. "Though I do suppose I wouldn't be, either, in his position."
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #9889 on: July 17, 2014, 05:46:46 am »

Tear off a piece of my clothing and tie it around the cut.
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« Reply #9890 on: July 17, 2014, 06:15:30 am »

((Oh my god, I got a 6 in will hell yeah! Sigmund may be a rat, but rats survive!))

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« Reply #9891 on: July 17, 2014, 08:25:19 am »

Mile long trail of fire after the runner.

"What do you mean that you wouldn't be convinced, does no one trust the undead to speak truthfully about their existence?"
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« Reply #9892 on: July 17, 2014, 09:57:33 am »

"I believe loss can endow even the most diplomatic a certain sort of stubbornness, even in the face of truth from experience, I fear. I'm afraid that if there's even a chance, a small one, it will with most certainty be held and lifted as a goal. Still though, a strange (and confused) fellow to believe the first he sees as aspects or demons." Morton commented, trying to lower good sir Scott's hackles a bit, raising back up to a float with a muted shrug. He tried, as to how it took hold is up to the bard.

"Sad the good traveler didn't stick around for tea, I've been quite itching to brew some. Always time however, always time." The desk cheerfully said, before turning to the others. "Good mage Justine, if you don't mind a question, I'm quite curious as to what you meant when we first saw the good traveler. Is this sort of strange act common, or he a part of some odd group?" The desk queried, and after receiving an answer brought out the map again.

"I believe it would most assuredly be best to continue our joyful trek towards Eckledun, now that this strange matter appears completed."

Attempt to calm Scott with explanations, question Justine on what 'those people' are, and if lacking any particular vote to stay, check the map and continue onwards to Eckledun!

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« Reply #9893 on: July 17, 2014, 12:42:15 pm »

Mile long trail of fire after the runner.

"What do you mean that you wouldn't be convinced, does no one trust the undead to speak truthfully about their existence?"

"It's all about breaking rules and trying out strange things. It doesn't work for everyone, of course. That's why there's never a shortage of people getting hanged for crimes. But there are always enterprising people for whom crime does pay, and who can break the rules and get away with it. That is the entire point of magic, and of the Black Circle as well."

"I believe loss can endow even the most diplomatic a certain sort of stubbornness, even in the face of truth from experience, I fear. I'm afraid that if there's even a chance, a small one, it will with most certainty be held and lifted as a goal. Still though, a strange (and confused) fellow to believe the first he sees as aspects or demons." Morton commented, trying to lower good sir Scott's hackles a bit, raising back up to a float with a muted shrug. He tried, as to how it took hold is up to the bard.

"Indeed, how could he ever not have considered the idea that an animate mutilated head, a physical personification of fear itself, a witch's ghost and a demonic desk crossing his path all at the same time during about midnight exactly after he'd done some kind of magical ritual to summon mystical heralds of the god of death is all some kind of wacky coincidence?"

"Sad the good traveler didn't stick around for tea, I've been quite itching to brew some. Always time however, always time." The desk cheerfully said, before turning to the others. "Good mage Justine, if you don't mind a question, I'm quite curious as to what you meant when we first saw the good traveler. Is this sort of strange act common, or he a part of some odd group?" The desk queried, and after receiving an answer brought out the map again.

"It is common amongst less-than-educated people. Raising the dead is something one can hire a sufficiently skilled necromancer to do, provided they have the money and the know-how of the business of magic, not that it's strictly advisable under normal circumstances, as evidenced by our good friend Scott. But people who raise zombies and ghosts and the like can be difficult to find if you don't have any University of Magic hook-ups or anything, since they rarely, if ever flaunt their abilities, or even bother with raising the dead in the first place. And necromancers, since their talents involve killing, forcible body transfer and enslavement, aren't very sociable in the first place as a general rule."

"But I do digress. The point is, there are people who know necromancers, and people who don't. This guy was one of the latter category, and he obviously didn't know any magic whatsoever. Not a drop. So he instead went to the next best thing, a priest of Velusius, who pointed him on one of their messed-up quests. Hint - their quests almost always involve blood, since Velusius has some kind of blood fetish. And his seemed to be to get blood from a vampire, then dye a special rose with it, come to the woods alone at night and wait for the magic to happen. Who knows, maybe it would have worked. And I'm sure he will try again shortly. Probably will come right back here, in fact. Who knows, maybe it'll work. Or maybe the god of death will just try to be funny again. It's all kind of sad and sickening, but also unavoidable."
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« Reply #9895 on: July 17, 2014, 01:57:22 pm »

I will sing so joyously when we present them bound, gagged and humiliated in front of his gubby-ness.
The dead should not be called upon for so personally selfish reasons.

I think we should also pay a call onto the death priests, I am sure he would love to learn the intricacies of celestial majicks and worshiper/God relations.
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« Reply #9896 on: July 17, 2014, 04:30:32 pm »

Hmm! Chambers, I pronounce thee adequate!
Now then, does this body need to sleep? Checking on them gets so tiresome.


Check if I need to sleep/eat/bodily function here. If not, review my mission. It was something about telling people their requests have been considered, right?
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« Reply #9897 on: July 17, 2014, 04:32:22 pm »

Check if I need to sleep/eat/bodily function here.

You do! Lifeboy seems to have done more than just make your flesh knit itself together again.
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« Reply #9898 on: July 17, 2014, 04:34:22 pm »

Hmm. Determine what bodily function it is then, and perform it in the appropriate spot!
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« Reply #9899 on: July 17, 2014, 04:43:54 pm »

Hmm. Determine what bodily function it is then, and perform it in the appropriate spot!

You could really use some dinner, truth be told. And there's no food around here.
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