The winds might carry chant to those with sharp ears. They might speak of zombies and skeletons of unsuallly bloated and puss ridden stature walking into crowded areas and upon being examined closely or attacked from afar, the bodies bulge and rupture, spilling disease ridden ichor and blood upon whom ever is unfortunate enough to be in the area.
Most of the creatures appear to have been animated from the remains of orcs, bugbears and goblins and perhaps even more disturbing from the occasional adventureror who vanishs days prior to their reappearance (and subsequent and messy detonation in small tighyly packed groups).
So far no one has been seriously wounded and the diseases seem very easy to remove or resist but the eruptions seem to be slowly becoming more focused and the monstrosities are starting to show up enspelled with protective magics making them harder and harder to kill before they reach where ever it is they intend to go.
The situation is, most likely just an annoyance to most of the hardy and fortified people of sigil.
...for now
Plague, Pestulance And Puss
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*Reptiller
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After hearin the news, Duke Fellizar von Gemmershire, flew in his bat form, to tell Bergimon the new chant, which can be dangerous for the Undead's and the necromancer's safety.
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*Product of Void
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Shiv listens to some folks drinking discussing it he walks over to the table and tosses a few jink for those there.
"ya drinks on me lads....though enjoy em while em might be ya last...undead are ment ta be destroyed 'n folks 'ere be fools ta tink otherwise...."
With that he fades away pondering the night before when he saw some undead that exploded. Pondering if he saw someone sulking away.
//shiv has persistent See invisible, Death armour, going at all times. along with a few other spells that do not need to be known :P Even if he saw something question is if he cares or will do something besides keep note.
"ya drinks on me lads....though enjoy em while em might be ya last...undead are ment ta be destroyed 'n folks 'ere be fools ta tink otherwise...."
With that he fades away pondering the night before when he saw some undead that exploded. Pondering if he saw someone sulking away.
//shiv has persistent See invisible, Death armour, going at all times. along with a few other spells that do not need to be known :P Even if he saw something question is if he cares or will do something besides keep note.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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//Since i have gotten come interested messages from others, If anyone has a queston, comment or interest in taking a role in this newly created storyline(For good or evil) feel free to send me a pm with the the header PPP
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*Reptiller
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Here it is, boy. Take the money but get the letter to Mircea this evening. He will be in the laboratory, lower ward. He looks like a cat. Yes like a cat. Now hush!
Dear Mircea,
I need you to do me a favour. Assuming to the lately chants, some berks are letting agressive undead out in the Bazaar and other public areas. Make sure to make posting of my innocence around the merchant stalls as following:"I, Archmage of Necromancy Bergimon Wriann "Fellblade", carry no responsibilities for the accidents involving aggresive undead in Sigil. Any basher who wants a scroll of Undeath To Death, come and speak to me at the stall infront of Foule Olde Spirit Inn, in the usual enchanter working hours. I can also enchant your cloaks to be cut and bite resistant". Use my stamp. To activate it, please chant: "Vorshimir Ajess Nerim". After you are done, chant the words again to make the it unusable.
Your faithful friend,
Bergimon Fellblade
Dear Mircea,
I need you to do me a favour. Assuming to the lately chants, some berks are letting agressive undead out in the Bazaar and other public areas. Make sure to make posting of my innocence around the merchant stalls as following:"I, Archmage of Necromancy Bergimon Wriann "Fellblade", carry no responsibilities for the accidents involving aggresive undead in Sigil. Any basher who wants a scroll of Undeath To Death, come and speak to me at the stall infront of Foule Olde Spirit Inn, in the usual enchanter working hours. I can also enchant your cloaks to be cut and bite resistant". Use my stamp. To activate it, please chant: "Vorshimir Ajess Nerim". After you are done, chant the words again to make the it unusable.
Your faithful friend,
Bergimon Fellblade
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*WhenWizardsWar
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The walls flickered in the candle light as a mysterious man carved open the chest cavity of a new cadaver, this one some poor halfling who had taken notice of his....shopping for raw materials and had decided to ask to many questions.
The halfling screamed suddenly as the saw dug deep.
"Oh Im sorry, the sedation must have worn off! Well we cant turn back now!" he exclaimed with a soft purr to his voice.
He knew people would stumble upon his lab it was bound to happen in such a well traveled sewer there really was no place to remain free of bother, but thats ok it just meant the raw materials often came to him and saved him much time and resources when he needed....replacements.
It would be along time before people began to investigate in any serious way, after all only one skilled in necromancy could so something like this and in sigil there was no shortage of such capable beings.
Yessss the officals and local sell swords would have a fun time sifting through everyone capable of necromancy, and if they did stumble upon his lair?.
He thought of that too. He couldnt command as much of an army as he would like but he did manage to create a few suitable guardians and if they got past them? Well then there was the trap he left for those who glimpsed his lab.
The halfling finally stopped screaming as the malicious man began to systematicaly remove his organs one by one.
"You wont be needing these any time soon, in fact you wont be needing them at all!".
Somewhere in Undersigil, a necromancer laughs.
The halfling screamed suddenly as the saw dug deep.
"Oh Im sorry, the sedation must have worn off! Well we cant turn back now!" he exclaimed with a soft purr to his voice.
He knew people would stumble upon his lab it was bound to happen in such a well traveled sewer there really was no place to remain free of bother, but thats ok it just meant the raw materials often came to him and saved him much time and resources when he needed....replacements.
It would be along time before people began to investigate in any serious way, after all only one skilled in necromancy could so something like this and in sigil there was no shortage of such capable beings.
Yessss the officals and local sell swords would have a fun time sifting through everyone capable of necromancy, and if they did stumble upon his lair?.
He thought of that too. He couldnt command as much of an army as he would like but he did manage to create a few suitable guardians and if they got past them? Well then there was the trap he left for those who glimpsed his lab.
The halfling finally stopped screaming as the malicious man began to systematicaly remove his organs one by one.
"You wont be needing these any time soon, in fact you wont be needing them at all!".
Somewhere in Undersigil, a necromancer laughs.
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*Animus
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*After observing where Kalina went from Dom's room, Animus fufills his promise to Mircea and copies down the contents of the letter Bergimon sent him onto several parchments. He then walks briefly around the bazaar and hangs up several of the notices. The hand writing would be exceptionally neat and graceful.*
I, Archmage of Necromancy Bergimon Wriann "Fellblade", carry no responsibilities for the accidents involving aggresive undead in Sigil. Any basher who wants a scroll of Undeath To Death, come and speak to me at the stall infront of Foule Olde Spirit Inn, in the usual enchanter working hours. I can also enchant your cloaks to be cut and bite resistant.
I, Archmage of Necromancy Bergimon Wriann "Fellblade", carry no responsibilities for the accidents involving aggresive undead in Sigil. Any basher who wants a scroll of Undeath To Death, come and speak to me at the stall infront of Foule Olde Spirit Inn, in the usual enchanter working hours. I can also enchant your cloaks to be cut and bite resistant.
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*TheFrozenWind
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*Upon seeing such undead, Khasef has taken up a new hobby. Going on casual "strolls" through the Hive ward. His Bleak Cabal badge easily visible, providing him some measure of protection from most hive sorts.*
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*WhenWizardsWar
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Most of the locals of Sigil are hearty healthy people so the exploding deaders have merely been a nuisance.
One such group of fairly new people to the city were not so lucky. A band of new comers to the great ring were remarking on their various ways of being stranded in the massive circle that is Sigil. The unfortunate clueless were helpless when a zombie casually shuffling by, exploded spraying gore and disease ridden ichor among them as they sat near the hall of sensates. The young clueless quickly fell victem to the many virulent spores and ickyness from the detonating deader, though it they were quickly cured it more then likely drove home Sigils unpredicatable residence, and proved to the young clueless that one bad flip of the jink could spell misery for one or many.
Somewhere In Undersigil a necromancer laughs.
//If any of the new players who took place in this latest detonation are on the forms, thank you for playing along! I hope I've made your first steps into sigil A blast!.
One such group of fairly new people to the city were not so lucky. A band of new comers to the great ring were remarking on their various ways of being stranded in the massive circle that is Sigil. The unfortunate clueless were helpless when a zombie casually shuffling by, exploded spraying gore and disease ridden ichor among them as they sat near the hall of sensates. The young clueless quickly fell victem to the many virulent spores and ickyness from the detonating deader, though it they were quickly cured it more then likely drove home Sigils unpredicatable residence, and proved to the young clueless that one bad flip of the jink could spell misery for one or many.
Somewhere In Undersigil a necromancer laughs.
//If any of the new players who took place in this latest detonation are on the forms, thank you for playing along! I hope I've made your first steps into sigil A blast!.
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*WhenWizardsWar
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The door creaked shut slowly as Doctor Ebon stepped inside. He glanced around the dimly lit lab and spotted a figure in dashing red robes, currently in the process of stitching something to another something and neither of them looking like they belonged together.
"I dont think that goes there" Doctor Ebon purred as he stepped up beside the man in red to watch him work.
"In fact that someones p...."
"I know what it is" the man in red snapped suddenly with a scowl as he reached for more thread.
"Oh my are we testy today?" the doctor cooed as he shuffled across the room to dust off the array of undead placed neatly around the room, their bodies lifeless except for red pin point eyes.
"This isnt going like we had planned, I just cant seem to figure out how to..." the man in reds words drifted off as he went back to sewing.
"Yes I know, the runes and the ink and getting them to hold their arcane charges" the doctor finished as he next shuffled to a work bench filled with an assortment of surgical tools and other tools of various shapes and sizes.
"I had hoped to be on stage three by now, but if we cant figure out the right equation for the...." the man in red was quiet for a long moment, then came the brief sound of sewing needles being set down on a table.
The doctor smiled as he turned around and placed his hands behind him on the table giving him a tilted leaning posture as he reguarded the man in red who was now looking at him.
"You found us a supplier didnt you?" the red man said with a hopeful smile.
"Indeed I did, the mans smart and skilled with a blade and when you meet him you will see why I chose him, we couldnt have asked for a better collector" the Doctor said softly with a handsome grin.
The man in red rubbed his eyes suddenly as visual signs of fatigue erupted on his face.
"Here, why dont you rest and let me take over since we both know I'm far better at sewing then you will ever be" the doctor cooed as he slid over to the table and picked up the needles and thread. The other man nodded and shuffled across the room to lay upon his cot after he got down on his hands and knees to grab a thick ledger hidden underneath.
The doctor hummed softly, but cheerfully as he began to finish the half sewn limbs, occasinally smileing at the soft sound of turning pages that came from the cot across the room. The two continued on for sometime in relative silence, until the pages stopped turning and the doctor could tell his associate was stareing at him.
"Yes? I can feel your stares as if they were flaming arrows" he purred with out looking over his shoulder.
"You trust this man? He can provide us with enough material?" the question came soft with mixed amounts of fatigue and genuine concern.
"Yes, he made one hell of a first impression at least enough to warrent inital respect and trust so as long as we keep the jink flowing he will keep us supplied" Doctor Ebon smiled knowing that his associate was about to say.
"Good enough, besides the tool we gave him and the key cannot be traced back to us" came the thoughtful voice as the pages resumed their soft turning.
"There is that" Ebon replied.
"And if he betrays us, we can simply kill him" the man in red said casually.
"There is that too" came the doctors response.
The doctor chuckled softly as he continued sewing, becoming aware of his assocaites soft slumbering noises soon after.
"Aye, there is that too" Ebon whispered.
"I dont think that goes there" Doctor Ebon purred as he stepped up beside the man in red to watch him work.
"In fact that someones p...."
"I know what it is" the man in red snapped suddenly with a scowl as he reached for more thread.
"Oh my are we testy today?" the doctor cooed as he shuffled across the room to dust off the array of undead placed neatly around the room, their bodies lifeless except for red pin point eyes.
"This isnt going like we had planned, I just cant seem to figure out how to..." the man in reds words drifted off as he went back to sewing.
"Yes I know, the runes and the ink and getting them to hold their arcane charges" the doctor finished as he next shuffled to a work bench filled with an assortment of surgical tools and other tools of various shapes and sizes.
"I had hoped to be on stage three by now, but if we cant figure out the right equation for the...." the man in red was quiet for a long moment, then came the brief sound of sewing needles being set down on a table.
The doctor smiled as he turned around and placed his hands behind him on the table giving him a tilted leaning posture as he reguarded the man in red who was now looking at him.
"You found us a supplier didnt you?" the red man said with a hopeful smile.
"Indeed I did, the mans smart and skilled with a blade and when you meet him you will see why I chose him, we couldnt have asked for a better collector" the Doctor said softly with a handsome grin.
The man in red rubbed his eyes suddenly as visual signs of fatigue erupted on his face.
"Here, why dont you rest and let me take over since we both know I'm far better at sewing then you will ever be" the doctor cooed as he slid over to the table and picked up the needles and thread. The other man nodded and shuffled across the room to lay upon his cot after he got down on his hands and knees to grab a thick ledger hidden underneath.
The doctor hummed softly, but cheerfully as he began to finish the half sewn limbs, occasinally smileing at the soft sound of turning pages that came from the cot across the room. The two continued on for sometime in relative silence, until the pages stopped turning and the doctor could tell his associate was stareing at him.
"Yes? I can feel your stares as if they were flaming arrows" he purred with out looking over his shoulder.
"You trust this man? He can provide us with enough material?" the question came soft with mixed amounts of fatigue and genuine concern.
"Yes, he made one hell of a first impression at least enough to warrent inital respect and trust so as long as we keep the jink flowing he will keep us supplied" Doctor Ebon smiled knowing that his associate was about to say.
"Good enough, besides the tool we gave him and the key cannot be traced back to us" came the thoughtful voice as the pages resumed their soft turning.
"There is that" Ebon replied.
"And if he betrays us, we can simply kill him" the man in red said casually.
"There is that too" came the doctors response.
The doctor chuckled softly as he continued sewing, becoming aware of his assocaites soft slumbering noises soon after.
"Aye, there is that too" Ebon whispered.