Undead Grafting Research

[*phantomhermit]

"Or any undead's caked blood from when they were alive. Would be easier to get some from a zombie than a lich."

[*Selebius]

Silverhair is answering this time, speaking slowly, thinking before every word.

"This could work- alive, now undead. Bit it is about the balance you see... best would be if it is fresh. Best taken in the moment the lich transforms."

[*phantomhermit]

Hmm. How about an animate dead spell on a dead person with a pre-placed marrow remover, like a bent spoon with sharp edges?

[*phantomhermit]

Or . . . *ponders thoughtfully* I still have some research notes from the lich in the bone garden. Perhaps ~I~ could become a lich and acquire the blood at the same time? *eyes glimmer*

[*Selebius]

"Both could work...", the woman says, Mazey just lifting his hands in a frustrated gesture, walking off.

"But be aware that noone can know the outcome. This is done for the first time as far as I know. The risks are great."

[*phantomhermit]

Brogar makes sure to pay them both for their time and heads to the foundry to buy the necessary materials for his attempt at making the vessel. He will accept help if it is offered.

[*Selebius]

Even Mazey helps in the end, the gnome's expertise and connections of great use when it comes to assembling the components.

Soon the vessel is ready, designed after Brogar's plans- now he only has to find the right fluids to use it with....

[*phantomhermit]

Brogar buys several harm potions from the mortuary and pays a cleric to cast heal on several sequencer potions. Then he has the pale master wait with him in the hive till the next gang/bar/whatever fight for a dead person to siphon the marrow and blood at the moment of becoming undead when the pale master casts animate dead upon the corpse.

[*Selebius]

"What are you looking at?"

"Why do you care?"

So it started in the Hive- sunple qustions leading to insults to a brawl to shivs drawn from boots and hidden sheets up the sleeve.

Violence is common in the Hive and Brogar does not have to wait long dor some fight to break out.

"Ten jink on the lass with the twing daggers.", silverhair says to him, the gaunt woman grinning, the fingers in her grafted hand curling and stretching again nervously, betraying her excitement.

Then after not even a minute it is over (and Brogar ten Jink richer if he accepted that bet) the Necromancer looming over the still arm body, her bound ghoul scaring away the watching crowd.

"Be ready." She says to the dwarf- then casts the spell that would turn the mutilated corpse into another shambler.

[*phantomhermit]

*readies his implements as he hurries to the corpse*