Noone could tell if it was day or night, the ritual chamber was buried deep underground and only illuminated by barely a dozen candles around the room. Faint markings surrounding the recently exhumed coffin, made the eyes viewing them just want to look away and that was nothing compared to the old man reading from the grimoire off to one side.
The sounds shouldn't be made by human lips and despite the faint light, it made the shadows deeper and more opressive. His voice begins to reach it's peak as sweat begins o form on his wrinkled brow. His voice strains against the darkness in the room, but it's not noise that will send shivers down the spine of any listeners. That noise comes from the center of the room, the coffin creraks and the dried mud covering it slowly drops to the floor as the lid moves from some force within.
The old man's voice finishes the final syllables, echoing across the walls into silence. He stares at the coffin, willing the ritual to fail, but slowly as the candles dim light fades and the shadows lengthen, the lid moves across by something within. As the candles light finally dims to nothing and darkness settles in the room, the old man can only clutch at the grimoire and the scent of death creeps forward in the dark.
In the darkness a voice whispers near the man's ear, it's rasp not heard in the world in years."Who am I?"
The old man makes a grab at his chest in horror, it takes several deep breaths to answer, and he has to choke the words out, "You...you are Tombprince the resurrected...I alone have brought you back."
The old necromancer senses the creature move before he feels it's dry talons grip him around the throat, its touch chills him as it speaks once more, "You do not command me, I will search out another. All my past lives and skills will come to bare against my foes. i have memories as arcane caster, a divine worshipper, skill at archery, a life in the metropolis weilding powers, travel amongst the stars to strange worlds, life with companions working as a team, my adventures alone aainst impossible odds. Nothing will stop me as I will pursue these once more."
You....will....not....succeed," the necromancer chokes out the words as the talons slowly squeeze,"You've....been...10 years."
A slow greenish light spreads out from wher the things eyes should have been, the old man gasps and feebly grabs the wrists that threatened to either crush or freeze his neck. "More than enough time to recharge my creative ideas for this new world above us."
Time will show if the creature will be acceptted or live out eternity in lonelyness, but whatever happens he will leave a mark on the world.
OOC
Played many role-playing games through the years (yeah I am old) and also wargames, but I have been away for gaming for about 8 years doing MMoRGPs. Now I'm looking to get back into it, got a few Kickstarter game systems on the go and a couple of free games from other sites. Hopefully I'll be playing in a game fairly soon, but for now...
"Greetings"
The sounds shouldn't be made by human lips and despite the faint light, it made the shadows deeper and more opressive. His voice begins to reach it's peak as sweat begins o form on his wrinkled brow. His voice strains against the darkness in the room, but it's not noise that will send shivers down the spine of any listeners. That noise comes from the center of the room, the coffin creraks and the dried mud covering it slowly drops to the floor as the lid moves from some force within.
The old man's voice finishes the final syllables, echoing across the walls into silence. He stares at the coffin, willing the ritual to fail, but slowly as the candles dim light fades and the shadows lengthen, the lid moves across by something within. As the candles light finally dims to nothing and darkness settles in the room, the old man can only clutch at the grimoire and the scent of death creeps forward in the dark.
In the darkness a voice whispers near the man's ear, it's rasp not heard in the world in years."Who am I?"
The old man makes a grab at his chest in horror, it takes several deep breaths to answer, and he has to choke the words out, "You...you are Tombprince the resurrected...I alone have brought you back."
The old necromancer senses the creature move before he feels it's dry talons grip him around the throat, its touch chills him as it speaks once more, "You do not command me, I will search out another. All my past lives and skills will come to bare against my foes. i have memories as arcane caster, a divine worshipper, skill at archery, a life in the metropolis weilding powers, travel amongst the stars to strange worlds, life with companions working as a team, my adventures alone aainst impossible odds. Nothing will stop me as I will pursue these once more."
You....will....not....succeed," the necromancer chokes out the words as the talons slowly squeeze,"You've....been...10 years."
A slow greenish light spreads out from wher the things eyes should have been, the old man gasps and feebly grabs the wrists that threatened to either crush or freeze his neck. "More than enough time to recharge my creative ideas for this new world above us."
Time will show if the creature will be acceptted or live out eternity in lonelyness, but whatever happens he will leave a mark on the world.
OOC
Played many role-playing games through the years (yeah I am old) and also wargames, but I have been away for gaming for about 8 years doing MMoRGPs. Now I'm looking to get back into it, got a few Kickstarter game systems on the go and a couple of free games from other sites. Hopefully I'll be playing in a game fairly soon, but for now...
"Greetings"
