Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Only if you're as stupid and weak as he is, she shrugged at him, And somehow I don't think you are. Well, not in the same way, she did see Durihan as weak, he was a slave to the past, a slave to his emotions, he'd let them lesser him. But he had potential. She could make him strong again, she'd make him what she needed him to be, and they'd both benefit. He didn't really give a definite answer, but he did start wrapping up Galathe's body so she stood aside and watched for a moment. I'm going to return this to my room, she said, glancing at the tome in her arms, I'll meet you downstairs. She left and went to her own room, tucking the tome back onto her shelf in it's spot and changing quickly. She had work to do after all, so she pulled on a pair of boots, pants, and a tunic, draping her long black cloak about her shoulders. That done, she went to her book case and pushed on it carefully, revealing a hidden alcove in the wall behind it, where she kept her more treasure books and other materials. The book Lilura grabbed was small, inconspicuous looking, and she grabbed a black sack sitting in the alcove as well, before she went downstairs, catching Durihan as he finished hitching up the wagon. The young woman climbed up beside him and sat quietly until he spoke, glancing at the aged warrior before looking back ahead, the small book in her lap and the sack by her feet. Very well, she nodded, Take me to where you killed those raiders. Her gray eyes glanced at the sheet-wrapped body in the back of the wagon, Galathe can come along too. Lilura fell back into silence, opening the book in her lap and flipping through it quickly before she came to the page she was looking for and read until they got there. The writing was ancient, the dialect so old that it might as well be another language, diagrams and symbols were drawn along with the words as well, but anyone who knew a thing about magic would easily recognize them as spell circles. When they stopped, she climbed down, and looked at the bodies around them, Thirty men, hmm? Lilura asked him dubiously, looking at the former knight with arched brows. She said nothing else on the matter though. Put Galathe over here, towards the middle. She grabbed the sack and pulled out a jar with what looked like dirt in it, set the book aside, and opened the jar. I've done this a few times and was rather successful, but I've never done it to this scale... She admitted to Durihan, sighing softly. Once he put Galathe's body where she wanted she started on the outside of the group of bodies, sprinkling the material from the jar as she went and speaking in low tones. The words were of the same dialect written in the book, only a word here and there were truly recognizable anymore, the rest would be hard to understand. Walking in a roughly spiral pattern, she worked her way towards the center of the group, sprinkling the dirt-like material and speaking, making sure to pour a fair amount of the stuff on the bodies she passed. When she reached Galathe she stopped, poured some of the material on him as well and put it away before she pulled a knife from her pocket. Holding out her left hand, palm up, she cut into the fleshy part of the right side of her palm, wincing a little as she did, and let a fair amount of her blood drip onto Galathe's body, or more precisely, the dirt-like material on him. There was a soft hiss and it began to smoke and then glow a sickly green color, before it rapidly spread, going back the way Lilura had come, until the wobbly spiral of her path glowed brightly. The young woman turned her face skyward, her gray eyes having turned milky and beginning to glow themselves as she spoke loudly in that old tongue. Her hands were out, palms towards the earth, before she brought them together with a loud clap, and stopped speaking. The glow of her eyes and the strange material began to fade, but as they did, the bodies around them began to stir and shift, picking themselves up off the ground one by one until Galathe stood in front of the young woman, his eyes dead and unseeing. Lilura looked almost dead herself, her fair skin pallid and bags under he eyes. The spell had taken a lot out of her and as she turned and walked back to the wagon, her steps were slow and unsteady, her hands shaking. So then, she tried to sound normal, but didn't do a very good job, Shall we go pay a visit to this Willard? She stood by the wagon, trying to find the strength to climb back up.