Magical Manipulatons Of Maioth

[*WhenWizardsWar]

It was dark, dank and smelly but he didnt mind it just meant less of a chance he would be disturbed. He had been in Sigil for sometime, studying the locals and learning the layout of the great planar ring while he searched for a suitable lair to begin his experiments. He walked through the smelly tunnels casually, unafraid of the sewer denizens which, when they confronted him he simply lit on fire, sent tham screaming in magical fear or depending on his mood he would release a devastateing cloud of virulent diseases that would take hold quickly and leave the monsters wretching in all manner of death.

It was good to be a wizard of his stature, yes indeed.

He stopped as he came to a locked door where he placed his hands upon it. He could tell there were at least two dozen creatures on the other side apparently unaware of his presence, but they wouldnt be for long. He began to swing his arms around in overly dramatic gestures, his voice booming out words of power much louder then really nessicary, the occupants of the room began to grunt and scramble for weapons though it would do them no good. He unlocked the door with a simple spell and stepped inside where two great swords immediatly slid off his solid magical barrier, much to the bugbears surprise. He reached a hand out to touch each of their hairy chests, the thumb of each pointing up and the index finger outstraight emulating a hand crossbow, flexing the thumbs of each downward to simulate the fireing mechanism sliding forward. The result of this gesture is a single stream of flame from each index finger which sets both bugbears a flame, their hairy hides emiting the smell of charred hair. The arrows and bolts came next from their crude launchers, which bounced harmlessly off another one of his carefully inacted protections.

He wiggled his fingers at the creatures in an adorable overly cutesy wave which would normally make the occupants laugh, except that from each waggling finger came a stream of white, blue force with the radius of a small boulder which blasted their way through nine of the occupants, leaving gaping holes in their chests. The creatures afraid to get close to the magic man were content to stand afar and pepper him with ranged shots while he pulled out a fileing device and began to trim his fingernails as he contemplated his next move. He noticed some of the assailants in the room were orcs, and so he deemed it fitting to help them pay homage to their orc god Gruumsh by another wiggle of his hand, sending a tiny bead of force straight through an eye of five different orcs. With only a handful of beasts left he knew the massive chamber they laired in would soon be his to turn into his laboratory but then...

A lucky shot.

The arrow somehow slipped through his magical protection and skimmed his shoulder ripping his robes and drawing a line of blood across the top of his shoulder blade. He let out a magically enhanced growl which shook the room and caused the remaining occupants to stop and stare at him in awe. He moved to the center of the room and reached his hands outward, a dagger in the left one, as he began to growl out an incantation that made the wall torchs dim and waver. He began to use the dagger to pantomine cutting open the air infront of him, which wasnt that far from what he was actually doing. He was indeed ripping a hole in the fabric of reality, opening a rip to the negative energy plane, the tinest bit of energy that began to flow through gave him the fuel he needed to conjure horrific images in place of his body which magically sent the denizans scrambling to all corners of the room in utter fear and panic.

As the rip widened the room began to drip with an icky soiled feeling, the sound of the room began to fade and the rift began to take on a visual form of a yellow putrid skull, of which the jaw opened and belched forth a noxious cloud of negative energy vapor. The room was filled with gasping and chokeing sounds as the remaning defenders found their life force choked from from their very lungs as they became unable to breathe and their flesh seethed and boiled. He took a deep breath of the noxious cloud, having long been exposed to its vabors many times, it hardly effected him.

As the last of the creatures twitched and gasped to motionless he began to shuffle around and place diamonds in each of their eyes (some of which he had to remove with his dagger). When he was done, he began to carefully ward the room with simple yet effective wards against forced entry and scrying, setting his equipment here and there and when all of this was done he looked to the diamond eyed corpses and held a lithe arm out to them, his palm open forward.

"From their corpses, rise!" he bellowed as he inacted words of power which caused tendrils of negative energy to snake from his palm in thin wispy lines and wrap around each of the diamonds, infuseing them with unholy energy.

He chuckled to himself, "Its good to be a wizard, its better to be a Red Wizard" he cackled to himself.

The diamonds flashed and turned to black charcoal hues.

And the dead monsters began to rise.

[*WhenWizardsWar]

Oh this was perfect! He jumped in excitement as he heard news of a rampant Harmonium officer, killing abducting and setting fire at a whim!. He had been holed up in his lair for many days now, only stepping surface side for supplies, fresh air and to banter with the intellectually lacking citisens of Sigil, but the chant still reached him anyway. He had been hopeing for a distraction so he could unleash his first prototypes among the population and an errant city guard who clearly had the entire population and his own organizaton in a fervored man-hunt for him was just the distracton he needed. He shuffled across his lab and with a careful prying of his dagger he lifted the sawed skull of a recently animated Bugbear and poured a vial of foul smelling ichor into the cranial cavity before she set the skull back in place, of which he gently ran a hand along the saw line and released a simple negative energy ray to heal and restore the solidity of the bone.

It was almost time. The first preliminary tests of his experiments were messy and expensive, a small out break of a mutated virus among the Bugbear population, which he had to spend far to many resources incinterateing the infected lest anyone notice a new disease among the Under Sigil, but he had contained the outbreak well enough, who was going to notice when the Bugbears had a sudden drop in population?.

He cackled to himself as his beetle familiar scurried from a nearby pipe holding a missive in its pincers. He ignored the familiar for along time as he continued to lace his small animated milita with his lovely new substance. It was almost time, yes almost time but not just yet no no, he had to wait until his experiments could effect the most subjects at one time as possible.

Soon....very soon the population will realise a murderous officer of the law is the least of their problems.

Karson Maioth cackled as he began to saw the top off another skull.