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Death Searcher Part4 Finale
There was no talking in the group as they moved quickly through the streets of the ruined city. There was actually one more number in their ranks than there should have been; Lichmaster Koraliam had wanted a demonstration of the spell that had freed Ariet. And though he was already starting to feel drained, Yerunan had obliged, if only not to throw any sort of suspicion on himself.
"So the corruption as you put it is just superficial?" Lichmaster Koraliam had asked.
"You can't disguise a soul."
The frown on the lichmaster's face said he clearly wanted to argue that point a little, but he refrained.
After Yerunan had passed the soul off to be necromated by someone else Ariet had grabbed him on the pretense of showing him something. Actually she just wanted to take him somewhere so that he could rest without having to explain himself to any of the other necroplics. He was grateful. Maybe grateful is too strong a word. He d
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Ter'Nik was walking to the cafeteria again. He was hungry and there was nothing at the barracks. He saw it was looking like it was about closed, but walked over and got a few things to take back. As he was, he saw a familiar figure lying on one of the couches by the stairs to the monorail. He walked over and knelt down. It was Niterrel. "Hey," he said. "What're you doing here?"
She moaned lightly and opened an eye, "I have a roommate."
"Want to take a guess who?"
He was tired and shook his head.
"Well, let's just say she's a mutual acquaintance. One that I particularly dislike."
His eyes widened a little. "The Siren?" Ter'Nik shook his head. "No... You're kidding."
"I wish I were. I thought it was okay when I went back to the room and she was in bed alone." She scrunched her eyes shut as if trying to block something out, "Boy was I wrong."
"She had someone over?!"
Death Searcher Part3
The night passed uneventfully with the two of them taking refuge in some sort of burnt out vehicle. Or at least, that was all Yerunan could figure out that it was. Ariet called it a 'tank', but unfortunately that meant nothing to him. It was, however, a place to stay, and for that he was grateful. Or at least he was happy that he wasn't spending the night outside. There was the stench of something in the air; it was a something he couldn't identify, but it churned his stomach and made him thankful that he lived in a world that was at least marginally sane when compared to this one.
Ariet, for her part, was doing her best not to antagonize him any more than she already had. The heavy silence this created was in itself annoying; Yerunan could tell she was just dying to talk to him about something, or more likely, several somethings. And actually, it would probably be important in the morning. Right no
Death Searcher Part2
After what seemed like forever, Yerunan stopped in the middle of a path, signaling to Ariet that she should do the same.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, in a hushed whisper, wary that there might be another corrupted spirit headed their way.
"The trail stops here." He replied. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, looking at other nearby paths to see if any of the spirits had jumped. He opened his eyes, "This is the end of it."
"How can you be sure?" Ariet asked, "I remember vaguely changing paths before you saved me, are you sure that the trail doesn't just continue somewhere else?"
"I'm positive," He replied. "Though you probably can't see it, there is an open door to the living world here, and it reeks of corruption."
"Still, he could be sending them through from multiple points, you know."
"So he could, but there is another reason that I know this is the place," He paused, "I can smell the death magic from the shell you inha
Death Searcher part1
Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.
For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascination with the affairs of other worlds, and even fewer had the time to pursue such interests. It was only when the dead of the other worlds started coming through to our own world that we started to wonder what was on the other side.
"Mother of demons," Yerunan cursed un
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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