2013.10.11 - Again, Denied

Necro was furious. She had finally found the Cauldron -- the Black Cauldron that could endlessly revive the dead, and finally give her the means to achieve her dream of fixing this stupid, broken world by 'fixing' all living people in it and making them act SANE.
Now this.
The Cauldron was broken. Shattered. Exploded into a million pieces. How Marcus had managed to find and collect them all in his relatively short life, Necro did not know. But here they all were, and the Cauldron she had spent hundreds of years looking for lay strewn before her in shards and fragments -- some no larger than the tip of her littlest finger bone.
It seems some fool had destroyed the Cauldron all the way back in IRELAND by throwing himself -- still alive -- into the powerful magical instrument. It had blown up, and all the Cauldron-Born had fallen. Still, even though Marcus remained nearby in his new body, not entirely trying to hide his cold smirk of amusement at his Empress's rage, said destined ruler was already working out a 'fix' in her head. "If the tool is inadequate, it shall be improved upon. If the vessel is too small, it shall be enlarged. Gather the pieces. It shall be made whole again," Necro ordered. The Cauldron could be repaired. She was sure of it. Every single fragment had the slightest trace of magic remaining in it. When seperated, it was all but undetectable to even most experienced wizards. But when brought together, they resonated with each other. The magic reverberated off the other pieces. And that gave Necro an idea.
Her fortress was already under construction -- had been for a century at least. Within, there was a device known as the Crucible of Sorcery, designed and created by Necro -- with additional mana supplied by her magic-wielding servants. This Crucible, among other uses, would allow her to melt down and reforge the Cauldron. As long as its original magical remained, it could be fixed. The Cauldron bestowed life upon the dead by reforging them. What had broken the Cauldron originally was the fact that it could not forge life into something already alive. The life it attempted to bestow simply built upon the existing life, causing a cataclysmic chain reaction that made the Cauldron explode. The fact its power was even now resonating with the broken pieces suggested to Necro there was a way to improve it. To alter its function.
It would take time to fix it, but it would take centuries to re-empower it and alter it. The right type of magic energy was only available seasonally, around the time period of October 31st and the days approaching such. Only a few days every year for the next three centuries or more, to wield the right type of magic...
It would not be easy.
But then nothing in Necro's entire existence truly had been.
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