Post by Adel on Oct 12, 2008 0:30:59 GMT -5
((Please enjoy.. and if you see anything i need to improve, please let me know. about an undead mage on a different server))
“Get up…. Get up!” She heard as someone kicked whatever she has lying, wait where was my bed? I sleep in a bed don’t I?”” GET UP!” She heard before a fierce kick shook the box again.
“Get out of your coffin you worthless sack, you’ve been called into service for our dark lady.” She heard a maniacal laugh. It sent a shiver down her spine. What happened? Where am I? The questions raced across her mind. She tried to open her eyes. Wait where are my eyes? She thought reaching up to touch her face. Her bony fingers prodded the rotted flesh on her face; she couldn’t feel it with her finger tips, so she pushed her palms to her face. The flesh that was left was cold, clammy. She poked a finger through a hole where her nose should be. What is going on? Her hands fell to her lap; she grabbed her legs, bone? What is going on?
“No time to mourn your death”, someone said in a cold voice. “Get up, get into line and get your supplies.” She sat there, in shock at what the voice said. She felt a sharp poke in her side and but there was no pain. “I said move it. Now go you’re wasting my time.” She stood up, her bones stiff. They creaked with even the slightest movement. “Mage”-the voice said again-“get moving. Down the hall to the right” He shoved something into her hands-“give them that”.
She started moving, feeling her way down the hall. She felt something slimy touch her palm and couldn’t tell if it was what was left of the skin on her hands or something on the wall she was using as a guide. She stumbled over something and felt her toe snap. Strange, she thought, that should hurt; I wonder how long I’ve been dead.
The wall came to an end. She almost stumbled again but caught her balance before tumbling to the floor. “Over here”, she heard. She reached her arms out feeling around. “Over here” the voice said again, sighing. “Just because you have no eyes is no reason to hold me up, I’m busy, hurry up.” She kept walking arms held out in front of her, until she reached something soft. “Don’t touch me, sit down”. The woman’s voice said, guiding her to a chair. Synias sat and the woman began to strap her in, Can’t have you flinching while I work she said. Synias was still too confused to fight back, so she sat there quietly and waited.
“Give me that,” the voice said and snatched the paper from her hand. “Synias, Mage, moderate rot” the woman scoffed. “Yah’d think they dig up something a bit fresher” an annoyed tone to her voice. She looked up from her paper and gave Synias a good look over. “Yah’ve got no eyes, yer flesh in falling off and I think I see maggots writhing in yer ears.” The woman scoffed. “Fresher” with a shake of her head. Synias heard clinking glass and the ruffling of cloth.
The sounds faded away as Synias tried to remember, something, anything before waking up in her coffin. Flashes of light, screams, wands, bones, darkness? My name is Synias? Suddenly feeling very annoyed about being bothered. I have no interest in serving anyone, she thought.
Hold yer head up, the woman scowled. She grabbed Synias under her chin, and forced her head back. She felt something squishy being shoved into her eye sockets, followed by a liquid being poured in. It made an unpleasant swishing sound inside her skull. “Yah’ve got no eyelids, I’d tell yeh to blink but it’d do no good”, said with a sadistic cackle. “Give it a minute and yeh’ll be able to see. Don’t move yer head though if you do they’ll fall back out, and I’m not putting new ones in.” Synias did as she was told, and watched as everything slowly came into view. “I’m gonna havta put straps on yer face to hold them in, otherwise yah’ll lose ‘em” The woman grinned and went to work at the cloth. Synias tried to blink but nothing happened, what happened to my eyelids? The woman came up behind synias and slapped a leather harness across her face. She adjusted it so that there where small slits over the eyes. “Can yah see through that?” Synia tried to answer but only a puff of air and a small groan escaped the small place where her lips had been sewn together. “Urgh.” The woman moaned, she grabbed a small knife and cut the thread that held Synia’s lips together. “Can yeh see?”
In a raspy voice she answered “yes” it came out more like a hiss, a side effect from her half rotted vocal cords. “Good” the woman said. She pulled the straps tight around her head causing Synias to grunt. The woman moved around the front and unstrapped her. “There you’ll find a pile of robes and a staff, grab both put ‘em on and Move out and meet Undertaker Mordo in the front of the crypt. Just because yeh’ve been dead so long is no excuse, yah’ve been recruited. Yah’ve got work to do.” The woman sneered and turned away, grabbing the next waiting to see her and strapping him down in the chair Synias had just sat in.
“I don’t think I’m going to like this”, Synias grunted as she moved away from the room. “How dare they disturb me.”
“Get up…. Get up!” She heard as someone kicked whatever she has lying, wait where was my bed? I sleep in a bed don’t I?”” GET UP!” She heard before a fierce kick shook the box again.
“Get out of your coffin you worthless sack, you’ve been called into service for our dark lady.” She heard a maniacal laugh. It sent a shiver down her spine. What happened? Where am I? The questions raced across her mind. She tried to open her eyes. Wait where are my eyes? She thought reaching up to touch her face. Her bony fingers prodded the rotted flesh on her face; she couldn’t feel it with her finger tips, so she pushed her palms to her face. The flesh that was left was cold, clammy. She poked a finger through a hole where her nose should be. What is going on? Her hands fell to her lap; she grabbed her legs, bone? What is going on?
“No time to mourn your death”, someone said in a cold voice. “Get up, get into line and get your supplies.” She sat there, in shock at what the voice said. She felt a sharp poke in her side and but there was no pain. “I said move it. Now go you’re wasting my time.” She stood up, her bones stiff. They creaked with even the slightest movement. “Mage”-the voice said again-“get moving. Down the hall to the right” He shoved something into her hands-“give them that”.
She started moving, feeling her way down the hall. She felt something slimy touch her palm and couldn’t tell if it was what was left of the skin on her hands or something on the wall she was using as a guide. She stumbled over something and felt her toe snap. Strange, she thought, that should hurt; I wonder how long I’ve been dead.
The wall came to an end. She almost stumbled again but caught her balance before tumbling to the floor. “Over here”, she heard. She reached her arms out feeling around. “Over here” the voice said again, sighing. “Just because you have no eyes is no reason to hold me up, I’m busy, hurry up.” She kept walking arms held out in front of her, until she reached something soft. “Don’t touch me, sit down”. The woman’s voice said, guiding her to a chair. Synias sat and the woman began to strap her in, Can’t have you flinching while I work she said. Synias was still too confused to fight back, so she sat there quietly and waited.
“Give me that,” the voice said and snatched the paper from her hand. “Synias, Mage, moderate rot” the woman scoffed. “Yah’d think they dig up something a bit fresher” an annoyed tone to her voice. She looked up from her paper and gave Synias a good look over. “Yah’ve got no eyes, yer flesh in falling off and I think I see maggots writhing in yer ears.” The woman scoffed. “Fresher” with a shake of her head. Synias heard clinking glass and the ruffling of cloth.
The sounds faded away as Synias tried to remember, something, anything before waking up in her coffin. Flashes of light, screams, wands, bones, darkness? My name is Synias? Suddenly feeling very annoyed about being bothered. I have no interest in serving anyone, she thought.
Hold yer head up, the woman scowled. She grabbed Synias under her chin, and forced her head back. She felt something squishy being shoved into her eye sockets, followed by a liquid being poured in. It made an unpleasant swishing sound inside her skull. “Yah’ve got no eyelids, I’d tell yeh to blink but it’d do no good”, said with a sadistic cackle. “Give it a minute and yeh’ll be able to see. Don’t move yer head though if you do they’ll fall back out, and I’m not putting new ones in.” Synias did as she was told, and watched as everything slowly came into view. “I’m gonna havta put straps on yer face to hold them in, otherwise yah’ll lose ‘em” The woman grinned and went to work at the cloth. Synias tried to blink but nothing happened, what happened to my eyelids? The woman came up behind synias and slapped a leather harness across her face. She adjusted it so that there where small slits over the eyes. “Can yah see through that?” Synia tried to answer but only a puff of air and a small groan escaped the small place where her lips had been sewn together. “Urgh.” The woman moaned, she grabbed a small knife and cut the thread that held Synia’s lips together. “Can yeh see?”
In a raspy voice she answered “yes” it came out more like a hiss, a side effect from her half rotted vocal cords. “Good” the woman said. She pulled the straps tight around her head causing Synias to grunt. The woman moved around the front and unstrapped her. “There you’ll find a pile of robes and a staff, grab both put ‘em on and Move out and meet Undertaker Mordo in the front of the crypt. Just because yeh’ve been dead so long is no excuse, yah’ve been recruited. Yah’ve got work to do.” The woman sneered and turned away, grabbing the next waiting to see her and strapping him down in the chair Synias had just sat in.
“I don’t think I’m going to like this”, Synias grunted as she moved away from the room. “How dare they disturb me.”
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