38 Karthus & Malphus (1/2)
In a dark a dingy secret room within Lucius' Mansion, Sev had commenced his 'new experiment'...
The room, large in nature, contained a myriad of complex, and simplistic tools. The tools lining the walls, attached to a metallic rack. Just below the rack lined with tools, a series of cauldrons and furnaces spanned the length of the wall. Each and every cauldron varying in size and material.
The two skeletons who had once been named Scraps and Brook, now lied lifeless and scattered on top of two large mysterious tables. The odd tables strongly resembling wood, yet pulsating in rhythm with a string of demonic runes, which ran across the entire length of the table.
”Oh my, oh my!” the giddy expression across Sev's face failing to hide his childlike excitement. Having long wanted to correct his mistake, finally having the opportunity brought endless joy to Sev.
While dancing to his own hummed tune, Sev wiggled his way around the dark room and towards the tools. After grabbing a large bronze maul, he wiggled his way back towards the two piles of bones.
With all his might, he heaved the bronze maul over his head and smashed down onto the bones. The bones immediately crumbling under the sheer force of the large bronze maul. The sight of disintegrating bones bringing an even larger smile to his face.
In a joyful ecstasy, Sev swung the bronze maul, again, and again, and again...
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Great Mage Mirlie, dressed in a black robe, had begun her journey towards Retford. Each and every one of her steps holding a restrained urgency. Having enough experienced to pace herself in order to arrive at Retford in the most efficient and timely manner.
Not long after she started walking, she saw a series of large dug up graves. Simply on the side of the road, the graves held an impromptu appearance. Clearly having been dug quickly and excavated soon after. The dirt surrounding the graves still thin and loose.
”These goddamn monsters, they wouldn't even let the dead rest before rising them into undeath!” her fury against the undead flaring at the thought of undeath, ”I swear I'll make them regret ever returning to this plane!”
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Sev stood beside the now two piles of bone dust. Sweat gleaming from his brow. The complete mauling of the skeletons taking more out of him than he originally estimated.
'This frail old body of mine hasn't aged well...' The saddened smile of a wizened man regretfully stretched across his face.
'At least the physical part is over...'