Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 5, 2013 4:12:08 GMT -5
In a secluded corner of the Shadow Isles, far from the Ruined King's castle, a decrepit cathedral sat upon the spectral coastline. It's windows were shattered and it's stone was crumbled, only adding to the ancient, forsaken aura that permeated the area. It was here that Karthus had made his home, for this was his Cathedral of Unlife, a shrine to Death Itself.
Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 5, 2013 4:17:36 GMT -5
The sphere of darkness materialized within the Cathedral, revealing a quite angered Karthus and a half-reanimated half-dragon once the shell shattered. How dare the king think that he can simply pull him from battle whenever he pleased! Karthus grumbled angrily. The King's time would come soon enough. But, For now, he had a ritual to complete.
"Soul! Where are you!" He called out. If he was going to perform the ceremony here, and not on the field, then it would be done correctly. And for that, he would need his materials. "Retrieve a Soulstone from the cellar, on the double!"
Silent the spirit of the half-dragon lingered. Her golden eyes set upon Karthus with a numbed sensation throughout her spectral body. Not a word spoken, silent, and ready to leave at a moment's notice. However she couldn't seem to manage it. Something bound her here, disallowing her from wandering as a free soul.
The scars of life had etched their way across her spirit form, reflecting the countless battles the warrior woman had been in. She seemed unconcerned however. There was nothing to motivate her right now to do much of anything.
Yukiko in turn went to stare down at her lifeless dragon body, unmoving from her current position beside it.
Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 6, 2013 3:10:37 GMT -5
Karthus waited for Soul's response, only to hear none. "Confound him...If you want something done right, do it yourself..." Karthus left the dragon, only to return shortly after carrying a black crystal pendant, which he clasped around the dragon's neck. The deathsinger then raised his arms to the sky and began to chant loudly, calling upon the temple's power to aid in the reanimation.
Meva vun meva, pmuut vun pmuut. Taydr, ubah ouin kydac yht vnaa dra cuim uv dra rymv-tnykuh, dryd cra syo canja oui eh ihmeva! Peht ran cuim du drec bmyha yht vunka ran yhaf, eh ouin esyka! MAD ED PA TUHA, EH TAYDR'C HYSA!
The cathedral seemed to vibrate with power as Karthus' incantation echoed about the ruined stone archways. Crackling azure magic arced from the walls of the cathedral, and Karthus himself, imbuing Yukiko's body with dark magic and re-binding her soul to her corpse.
Karthus, having finished the resurrection, cut the energy short as he beckoned to his new servant. "Rise, Ryuki, Seraphim of Death. Rise and claim your place amongst the Islanders."
About two minutes after Karthus had grabbed the stone, Soul stumbled out holding another Soulstone. "I got the Soulstone, sir, just like you...oh, I'm late again, aren't I?"
He sat down near one of the outer walls and watched the ritual, stretching and yawning as it was completed. "Excellent work, sir, as usual. Is there anything else you need my help with?" He stood at attention for a moment, but lost his balance as he brought his feet together, falling face-first on the floor, but rebounding almost immediately. He really hoped Karthus hadn't noticed. Although he probably did.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
The necklace slid about the dead dragon's neck causing the soul of Yukiko to stir uncomfortably. She didn't quite understand what was happening to her old body, or her spirit as she watched Karthus begin to engage in his ritual.
A low growl escaped the spirit when she felt herself being sucked back into the white dragon corpse, causing its scales to begin to change oddly with an array of unusual colors that made it look oddly spectral. Her soul entrapped, with the maw of the dragon suddenly sucking in unneeded air. A hiss erupted from the undead dragon, a long scream of fury as it slowly, painfully begun to rise to its feet towering over Soul and Karthus both.
Ryuki...
The confused dragon-reaper started forward towards Karthus, only to collapse onto her stomach before him. Her body slowly shrinking back to her original form of a human. Her skin paled, and scarred from many battles in life. A pained shiver echoing through her, feeling confusion, rage, and sorrow.
"R-Ryuki.." She whispered back, clutching at the ground as she slowly rose to her feet. The Dragoon once again brought to life, her wounds knitting closed as the undead essence in her rejuvenated her flesh quickly.
Soul gave a low whistle. "Wow, she's a beaut. Thought you were reanimating a dragon. You know, I always liked dragons. Dad always loved to tell stories about them. I'm reminded 'bout this one, it was really interesting. Ended with the dragon dying, though, not a great ending..." He'd ramble on like this cheerfully until someone shut him up.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 7, 2013 1:17:17 GMT -5
"Be silent, Soul!" Karthus snapped before turning his head back to face the newly-reanimated Ryuki. "Yes. That is your name. Tell me: How do you feel?" He wanted to ensure that the reanimation went without any complications.
Slowly, Ryuki straightened as she regarded Karthus, and Soul. A look o calm set about her as she slowly approached the Death Singer. Every part of her felt odd. Death embraced her, reanimated her, recreated her. She had nothing else but the commands, and the trickle of emotion that became the fuel for her motivation.
As Ryuki stood before Karthus, her gaze reached towards his to meet the frightening visage of the monster that had brought her back. "Dead." Her tone even, she gave no hint to the emotions within her. Nostrils flare slightly as her gaze flicks beyond Karthus to Soul, lingering like a predator examining her prey. The Seraphim started towards Soul then. She said nothing as the distance between them waned, eyes set upon the other servant with intense focus.
The desire to take was growing, but she would stop herself. From her hand the naginata flashed into existence, rushing towards Soul to try to impale him against the wall with it. A dangerous snarl echoing from the Ionian warrior with the wind kicking up around her wildly. Its essence becoming a darkness that licked across her body like an ebony flame.
Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 8, 2013 2:31:22 GMT -5
Karthus would not allow in-fighting amongst his servants. He raised his hand towards Ryuki and uttered a simple incantation.
"Pekcpo'c Knycbehk Ryht!"
A spectral claw reached out from Karthus' own hand to grasp Ryuki and pull her away from Soul.
"You shall not attack him; he is necessary. Especially now, every ally is needed. The Ruined King will not be pleased at the release of his prospective reaper and your binding....I fear that he may seek to challenge my decisions. Soul denies himself his own strength...It will take him time to discover his own potential."
The last comment was partially directed at Soul himself.
Soul gave a huff. "You keep saying that, but I still doubt it. But, whatever you say, sir."
He leaned against the wall, cracks forming where his body touched it for a moment. "I'd prefer it if you didn't attack me again. There are very few things less pleasant than re-dying."
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
The hand had successfully grabbed her, and yanked her back with little protest from the newly risen. When it would release, she paid Soul no mind at all. As if completely dismissing his existence, she focused upon Karthus and approached him. Eyes settled upon the skeletal visage of the creature responsible for raising her.
Ryuki felt her inner vengence stirring slightly; the dragon that she was tormented her lightly within the back of her mind. But outwardly she gave no response to it. Instead of reacting, she squinted her eyes upon Karthus before presenting him with a question.
"Who are you?"
The words slipped from her lips suspiciously as she observed him. He was awkward to read given that he held no flesh upon his face. Expressions might prove difficult for such a being.
Soul stood up straight and bowed slightly. "As you wish."
He stood at attention. "I'm Soul, the Master's unlife slave. Fun job!" He splayed his arms excitedly. "Really exciting. Lots of 'go get me this' and 'don't touch that.' Yeah." He looked down. "I, uh...should probably shut up now...Master will probably want to speak...good luck getting on his good side." He took a few steps back behind Karthus and made sure to not stick out much.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Apr 11, 2013 9:33:10 GMT -5
Karthus would have rolled his eyes, if they were not more than spheres of yellowish magic. It would seem that Soul's antics could not be avoided. No matter... He seems to have shut himself up. "And I am Karthus. Some call me Deathsinger; Others know me as the Undying Lich, although both titles are accurate. I am the one who called you back to this world from beyond the grave and bound your soul back into your body. It's not a chance that many receive." Karthus replied.
"Why?" Questioned the half-dragon as she focused on Karthus. The rambling from Soul carried little weight to the beast servant as she stared with a blank visage set upon Karthus's skeletal face. Her hand reached across the leather armor decorating her body, stained in blood and battle-sweat from her life. As it grasped at the opposite side, she would sink two fingers in behind it to pull a kisaru free.
It bore nothing to the undead, but a small luxury in her pass time. Smoking was a waste of effort to her now. It didn't change the fact she appeared to pull a small pack of herbs from the same area, and began to place some within the end of the pipe in preparation.
"What service have I to offer you, Deathsinger." Ryuki's voice was cold, and detached. Not a drop of emotion present; suppressed in ready for battle. After all, there was nothing but the drive to fight left now. The good that once kept the monster at bay, was lost upon resurrection of Xin Zhao.
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