Whispers of Doom
Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:50 pm
Within the crypts of yew resides a room used ages ago for dark, insidious rites of necromancy. It smells of rotting flesh and the pungent bite of iron from the copious amounts of blood needed to invoke the magic of necromantic rituals. A room with a secret, one of it's original inhabitants has come home.
Malus Darkstaff, long a forgotten memory sits in a chair of molding wood and pores over a musty tome he managed to ferret out of the inner bowels of the crypts. A small candle his only illumination in which to read the cursed books contents. Each paragragh elicits a sinister smile and low growl that one may even mistake as a chuckle. "This is simply too much fun, the fool who wrote this must have been the village idiot, what say you Victor?" A voice from across the room merely offers a perfunctory acknowledgement of Malus' mastery of necromancy. "Yes my liege, it is surely beneath you." Victor Gallows, once a rogue and gypsy of repute can only roll his eyes in the darkness as that is where he spends most of his days now since the "change". After suffering a well-deserved death by the hands of some villagers of a town called PAWS he was resurrected as a shadow of his former self by Malus. Now he is in service to a madman, gone the days of wistful wanderings and a good bottle of plum brandy or rum after a night of rabble rousing.
Something stirs in the lower levels, the sound of heavy footsteps upon the stones of the crypt stairs seem to get closer, echoing throughout the shadowy chamber. "Ah, Kurse, what have you for me?" Kurse appears, a giant of what once was a man clad in full plate armor, vacant dark eyes scan the darkness and soon are set on his master Malus. "I have been to the village of PAWS master, no one remains, it is abandoned." "Well what of your journey to White Harbor, surely there was something of import to be gained there?" Malus rose, gesticulating as he attempts to hurry this process along. "There was a woman and a man at an inn, she had the shadowmark of the gem upon her but denied any knowledge of it." Malus' face slowly turned to a mask of disgust "and you believed her!" Kurse, stood silent, then a voice as sharp as any spear shot forth, "I did not say that M'Lord, I simply stated that she was present and bore the mark." Malus' eyes narrowed, the candle seemed to blaze a bright white, "do not use such a tone with me Kurse, you are a lap dog, remember that a lap dog, you do as I tell you, nothing more, nothing less!" Kurse bowed his head, "as it pleases you M'Lord, I did speak to this woman, she may know of the gem's whereabouts, this I am sure." Malus's demeanor relaxed, he sat down in the chair and leaned back in a more domestic posture, "good, very good it's something at least.
"We must keep a close eye on these inhabitants of White Harbor, they're hiding something and we'll soon pry their tongues loose one way or the other." Malus smiled a toothy grin, Kurse bowed "by your leave M'Lord, what is your bidding?" Malus picked up the book that had offered him such amusement, he began reading, without raising his eyes he spoke, "take Victor and go to White Harbor, find out what they know by whatever means you deem .....necessary, now go." Kurse bowed once more and turned towards the stairs, Victor Gallows reluctantly eased out of his chair and wordlessly followed the armored hulk down into the darkness of the crypts. Malus placed the book onto the table and stared into the candle's flame, "soon......soon I will have it."
Malus Darkstaff, long a forgotten memory sits in a chair of molding wood and pores over a musty tome he managed to ferret out of the inner bowels of the crypts. A small candle his only illumination in which to read the cursed books contents. Each paragragh elicits a sinister smile and low growl that one may even mistake as a chuckle. "This is simply too much fun, the fool who wrote this must have been the village idiot, what say you Victor?" A voice from across the room merely offers a perfunctory acknowledgement of Malus' mastery of necromancy. "Yes my liege, it is surely beneath you." Victor Gallows, once a rogue and gypsy of repute can only roll his eyes in the darkness as that is where he spends most of his days now since the "change". After suffering a well-deserved death by the hands of some villagers of a town called PAWS he was resurrected as a shadow of his former self by Malus. Now he is in service to a madman, gone the days of wistful wanderings and a good bottle of plum brandy or rum after a night of rabble rousing.
Something stirs in the lower levels, the sound of heavy footsteps upon the stones of the crypt stairs seem to get closer, echoing throughout the shadowy chamber. "Ah, Kurse, what have you for me?" Kurse appears, a giant of what once was a man clad in full plate armor, vacant dark eyes scan the darkness and soon are set on his master Malus. "I have been to the village of PAWS master, no one remains, it is abandoned." "Well what of your journey to White Harbor, surely there was something of import to be gained there?" Malus rose, gesticulating as he attempts to hurry this process along. "There was a woman and a man at an inn, she had the shadowmark of the gem upon her but denied any knowledge of it." Malus' face slowly turned to a mask of disgust "and you believed her!" Kurse, stood silent, then a voice as sharp as any spear shot forth, "I did not say that M'Lord, I simply stated that she was present and bore the mark." Malus' eyes narrowed, the candle seemed to blaze a bright white, "do not use such a tone with me Kurse, you are a lap dog, remember that a lap dog, you do as I tell you, nothing more, nothing less!" Kurse bowed his head, "as it pleases you M'Lord, I did speak to this woman, she may know of the gem's whereabouts, this I am sure." Malus's demeanor relaxed, he sat down in the chair and leaned back in a more domestic posture, "good, very good it's something at least.
"We must keep a close eye on these inhabitants of White Harbor, they're hiding something and we'll soon pry their tongues loose one way or the other." Malus smiled a toothy grin, Kurse bowed "by your leave M'Lord, what is your bidding?" Malus picked up the book that had offered him such amusement, he began reading, without raising his eyes he spoke, "take Victor and go to White Harbor, find out what they know by whatever means you deem .....necessary, now go." Kurse bowed once more and turned towards the stairs, Victor Gallows reluctantly eased out of his chair and wordlessly followed the armored hulk down into the darkness of the crypts. Malus placed the book onto the table and stared into the candle's flame, "soon......soon I will have it."