A Book Full Of Riddles...

[*Selebius]

He arrived in the fortress and then in the armoury despite the pain in his limbs, the ash that eats through his lungs. Maurics body spasms and he coughs, blood mixed with ash on tongue- metallic and bitter.

The blade... it welcomes him. Accepts him. Not as a master, not as a tool but more like an equal- a fellow seeker of corruption, a fellow champion of decay.

There it is on the anvil- so small, so unassuming and harmless- a dull poece of metal.

But Mauric feels its hunger.....


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"Genthess is in his cell. He will be delivered to the Gatehouse for treatment, soon. To be honest I am not really comfortable with this.... I would prefer to keep an eye on him. But the law is clear."

[*Krayt]

He held the blade close to his body with both hands on it's center, the feeling in his fingers started to return as his heart readjusted and resume it's normal beat form nearly shutting down completly. Reluctantly he put the blade at the anvil while he open his bag fetching a bottle of water witha shivering hand, he had to grip it with both to steer it unto is mouth rinsing the clogging ash away. Gripping the blade anew as soon as he finished.

He mused looking at the blade. It had trascended from what it once was, it had awaken some how. But perhaps it had not yet awoken fully.The sensation of attunement was as sweet as it was daunting it confound him greatly.Simply he wasn't used to regard and be regarded without mutual hostility lurking beneath a false smile. This was something genuine beyond pretense."You shall feed" He assured the blade with a soerly hoarse voice.

He dashed down the winding staircase and headed out trhough the entrence to Undersigil. His legs still hurting from the straint he waded kneedeep in water brandishing the blade before him in his persuit of anything that lived eagerly.

[*Selebius]

The blade somehow understands this words and it waits, patiently all the way down to Undersigil.

Then Mauric feels an odd sensation- a tugging in his mind that intensifies into a numb pain, followed by the sensation of his mind expanding almost like a balloon, spreading out through the area before collapsing again. His brain almost overloads from the experience, so much have been seen, felt, smelled- witnessed with senses that are not even his.

But his mind took something with it as it retreated again- in this second of heightened awareness (?) his mind tasted the life and even the unlife of many creatures and with open eyes Mauric sees now faint, ghostly strings moving in front of him- all connecting the blade to a living or undead being nearby.

There are white strings that lead to the living- the faint ones (there are soo many of them) to vermin and animals, the stronger ones to two bandits and a travellers nearby.
Then there are two red strings- one the soul string of a diseased, self aware zombie- many of the faint, white strings leading to the same location telling Mauric that it is infested with vermin.

The other one is weaker- leading to a corpse that is just starting to wake up, just starting its journey into unlife.

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Oh, then we have not much time, Colus. I think we should ask more facts from the madman."

Delicate fingers put down the cup on table, the blond brows furrowing in thoughts.

"I thought returning relics or destroying them would keep the opportunists from using them, but now? Something is missing. I never imagined holy relics of completely different deities interacting with each other."

She suddenly stood up, looking resolute when her eyes turned to regard priest.

"Let's try convincing Ganthess to help us."

[*Krayt]

He open his mind to the blade again as the blade reached out to him letting it feed of him. As a fool who lunges himself over a cliff with no thought of the consequences, he did not hesitate. last time he had done this the entity known as Atropus the world born dead had layed to waste parts of his mind that would never recover, places within him he could no longer visit. But he would chance it all again. He lost comprehention of himself as if the container that stored what his mind could filter and proccess was flooded and burst as the vessle was to small. Everything was dark and dead silent. No thought no feeling no self-awareness.

It took several seconds before he recovered his vison seein the threads as his awareness blended with the blade. He Followed the lines with his eyes standing still as they was many and their purpose obscured. He strucked at them with a wide backhand slash trying to twist it so the edge whent over the threads even thought they followed a straight course from the blade to the beings it connected to.

((If nothing occured striking the threads)) He made a whisking flourish with the blade making sure they wasn't physical. Dashing into the dìrection of the thickest most potent imediately. Overwhelmed by exiety he had lost his self-control bent on satisfying the hungering weapon.

[*Selebius]

"To be honest I was surprised to hear about this as well."

He smiles and gets up, reaching for his swordbelt.

"I have a meeting with the Factol.... I will tell a soldier to show you to Ganthess' cell."

And this he does and soon Sill sees the mad Ur-Priest again. The man mumbling and babbling- the floor of his cell covered with symbols made of straw he took from his matress- the guard assigned to him watching him with a rather worried expression.

She seems almost relieved as as Sill and the trooper who is leading her arrives, taking up her helmet.

"You two are going to take over here, yes?"

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The blade glides through this threads, making them swing- something flowing from the blade to the creatures on the other end but now Mauric sees this threads are starting to fade- as if the blade's power is not able to sustain them for much longer.

Quickly he dashes through the tunnels following the thickest thread, sometimes hip deep in sewerage once passing through a swarm of crawling vermin- faint threads glowing up brightly before vanishing as they die beneath his boots.

It is that lone traveller that is the strongest and soon the warlock sees the armoured man armoured in worn looking plates, a wicked polearm slung over hs back, a hooked blade on his hips, his head hidden by a greathelm the shape of a wyvern.

He moves like a man who thinks himself the strongest in this tunnels- with a strong, fearless gait, the way he moves, keeps his center betraying he is an experienced warrior.

[*Krayt]

He held the blad in a twohanded grip as if the blade were a revered curved blade(Lika a dacian flax). Usually he would had not engaged such a man as the one before him without plying wiles adn distractions, being no expetional swordsman nor was he physically gifted for such a contest of skills and strenght. But the exciatation combined with the stressing sight of the waning phantasmal threads made him charge recklessly at him raising the blade over his head for a vertical strike aimed at his head. Reaching out to the as if it would guide the hand rather than the reversed roles. He lunged forward without a single thought of caution.

[*Selebius]

((using is like a Falx would work, yep))


His opponent is good- and he heard the onrushing warlock's approach and dodges the first, wild blow, his mailled fist connecting hard with Mauric's sternum.

"What a barmy sod!", he cries out with more annoyance than fear but somehow Mauric dodges his next blow that was aimed to shatter his face.

The blade once again turns translucent now, greedy for the warrior's blood who now draws his hooked sabre- the tightness of the surroundings making the effective use of the polearm impossible.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Meeting with Factol? There was an faint smile, but inside Sill already decided that she should know what was the occasion for this.

As the drow was led into the holding cell block, her sight was focused on Ganthess. His madness was still the same, but what he did looked new. The symbols usually disturb the sane, especially if one arranging them is not right in the head.

Usually.

Agents of gods like Sillxhistraja were usually trained to discern magic and runes of divine and arcane origins. In fact, since coming to Cage, female had opportunity to learn more about magic through runes, many of them thrown about the city and pockets of the Wheel.

Blue eyes regarded Harmonium guard with aloof stare.

"I am going to talk to the man, yes. But is your presence necessary? I believe you standing in this room will unnerve him and he will withhold information. And this is very important problem for Cage to resolve. You are not about to harm Sigil, no?"

[*Krayt]

He crouched as the burly mans hand came crushing against his chest forced back he drew heavily breaths. His usually pleasant mask of feign politenessand civilty distorted by the true beast within baring his teeth in a raving mad expression that could not be likned to either a smile nor snarl, his eyes burning with a crazed hunger as a lesser animal attacking a much bigger and stronger beast with the ferociousness fuled by blind desperation. The pale skinned face quite visible even in the dimest light. He didn't know the full depth of truth in the remark, but he knew it was no lie.

As the polearms head came with a tremendous speed he lunged anew while threw his head to his side in a ungracefull Dodge, like there was some animalistic like insinct preventing him from retreating willingly.

Trying to get in range while making a quick improvised and uncontrolled slash without aim besides at the man when he drew his secondary weapon.