An Evening's Research
Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:00 am
//The following thread will contain sexually suggestive scenes and scenes of a violent nature. It should be treated as PG13 and reader discretion is advised.
In the top floor of a house in The Hive Ward candles flicker and a woman sits at a writing desk reading. The houses decor is either new or carefully restored, the freshly renovated interior very different from what its outward appearance would suggest. The woman rests her feet on the crumpled form of a man beneath the desk. His muscular frame and the scars on his body suggest at some point he was some kind of warrior, the brand burned into his skin would suggest that more recently he was a slave, the open unhealed bite wound on his neck and his pallid complexion would suggest that due to blood loss his suffering may soon be over.
Emila flicks through the pages of the book she took from the Succbus Jina paying little heed to the sounds of protest coming from beneath the desk. What she had uncovered puzzled her and she did not enjoy being puzzled she had resolved to get to the bottom of it. With a black fetched quill she jotted a diagram down on a scrap of paper.
In the top floor of a house in The Hive Ward candles flicker and a woman sits at a writing desk reading. The houses decor is either new or carefully restored, the freshly renovated interior very different from what its outward appearance would suggest. The woman rests her feet on the crumpled form of a man beneath the desk. His muscular frame and the scars on his body suggest at some point he was some kind of warrior, the brand burned into his skin would suggest that more recently he was a slave, the open unhealed bite wound on his neck and his pallid complexion would suggest that due to blood loss his suffering may soon be over.
Emila flicks through the pages of the book she took from the Succbus Jina paying little heed to the sounds of protest coming from beneath the desk. What she had uncovered puzzled her and she did not enjoy being puzzled she had resolved to get to the bottom of it. With a black fetched quill she jotted a diagram down on a scrap of paper.
Next to her she had a vial of the adapted poison she took from the temple of the abyss. She had already discovered it would be used in the ritual the four of them planned. She uncorked it and inhaled the scent and poured a small droplet onto her finger tip. She had seen how it worked on its intended target but would be interested to know how it effected something that wasn't an outsider. Reaching down beneath the table she pressed the droplet of poison to the lips of the man there and waited for him to lick the droplet up. As she waited for it to take effect she turned her mind back to the book she had. She so far had uncovered a ritual to allow three outsiders, one from each of principal lower planes of law chaos and neutrality to transform themselves into something like a lich. This confused her greatly, whilst she has a dustman could see the advantages of undeath she doubted Demons Devils and what she presumed was a Yugloth would see the advantage their arrogance seemed to blind them to such things, even more interestingly the one she suspected to be the leader of the group, a fallen Eldarin of all things seemed to have a different role to the others. She read through the book she took from Jina, and the one she recovered from Haren. She was looking for anything they gleaned from there that would allow them to enact such a ritual in the hope she could guess what they were doing, and why Haren's part was different to the others.[/i]wrote:
                    Haren (Eladrin fallen no Phlatchery)
     Baatezu Necromancer        Shade from Hades      Jina
          (Phlatchery)             (Phlatchery)     (Phlatchery)Â