Soul was busy for an undead. Yup, busy, busy busy. He got to fetch Karthus stuff...he, uh...got to fetch Karthus more stuff...oh, and sometimes, he even got to fetch Karthus--aw, forget it, he really didn't have much to do.
Especially now of all times. Karthus had left on an errand and wasn't back quite yet. With only Levathian around to talk to (who wasn't really interested in much past guarding the cathedral), he was bored, and decided to explore the surrounding marsh.
Trudging through the mud and muck, he took out his dagger and gave it a quick spin. He thought (a dangerous pastime for a undead minion) about how everything he touched seemed to rot and crumble...except this dagger. Which got him to thinking (an even more dangerous pastime) that maybe, he could find something else that didn't rot. Then maybe he could actually properly defend Karthus, unlike against the legion unit that had been brought to take down the old Cathedral.
He began wandering around the marsh, grabbing pieces of bark and sticks and looking at them hopefully, only to be disappointed when the parts he grabbed turned black and began to crumble after only a few minutes. He was so caught up in his experiments that he forgot that today was his deathday; they day he'd been made undead but a year ago. But that wasn't the matter. He simply went back to his work, a fair distance from the cathedral, but not so far that he couldn't find his way back.
Levathian had followed the creature named "Soul", when the cathedral was raised it didn't need as much protection as if it was in ruins. He had left the cathedral about ten minutes after Soul had gone to do whatever he was going to do. His shield was strapped on his back and his sword hang from the side of his waist as he moved through the foliage.
He wondered where exactly Soul had planned on going to do whatever he was going to do. He noticed a trail of rotten pieces of wood along Soul's path, eventually he saw Soul. Moving closer before revealing his presence to the spirit.
"Regretting your decision?" the Guardian spoke as he moved through a bush and out where Soul could see him.
Soul whipped around and brandished his dagger at Levathian...or, at least, would have if he hadn't tripped on a root in the motion. Landing on his back, he started pulling himself up. "Ah, stupid roots. Levathian, don't scare me like that." As he scrapes the mud off him, he shrugged. "I don't have any clue what you're talking about. I regret nothing!" He gestured upwards with that comment. "It's just...I don't know why Karthus keeps me around. No leads on my father, not even useful as a minion..." He sighed and kicked the mud a bit. "Could be worse, though. Could be dead."
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Levathian looked at Soul as the being tripped on a root, had be been alive he'd probably laugh at him, but that was not the case. He moved closer to him, standing a few feet away from him, "You'll become stronger with time." Levathian said and pulled out his blade from it's sheet. "I felt the same the first ten years, wondering why I accepted." He swung his sword around once before putting it down into the muddy soil beneath him.
"No one is useful when they've just been resurrected. As I mentioned, the first ten years I was pretty useless too." He hoped that this speech of his would make the being look at the after life a bit more brightly than what he had so far. "You have barley gotten used to it."
Soul shrugged. "Yea, well...I'm just glad master didn't make me a mindless minion. Something to be thankful for." He gave his dagger a spin and sheathed it quickly. "You know, when you feel like talking and not like cutting me in half, you're not half bad." He gave Levathian a curt nod and went back to grabbing a branch and watching it rot. "How's the cathedral? There's nothing wrong, right?"
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
"The Cathedral is fine." The Guardian said and looked at Soul, "Our Master is not one to create undead without reason, surely he has something planned for you." He remembered the deal between him and Karthus, serve him for as long as he wanted, and be spared from death. Had he not accepted the deal, he would have die there along with his pursuers, although he did die, he also woke up again.
He wondered what this being had done to die and why the Deathsinger had chosen to bring him back once he died. But that was something to be discussed at another time, "Why are you obsessed with finding things that does not rot?"
"That's a good question." Soul grabbed his dagger again and held it out for Levathian to see. "Everything I touch goes to crap. Not a bad thing, but it means I can't touch things. 'Cept this dagger. Likes to hold on I guess." He sheathed it again.
"When the Cathedral on the Shadow Isles fell, I was one person defending it. The other was Ryuki; she left before we met you. But that's not the point. Point is, I couldn't do a thing against the attackers." Soul scratched his head. "Ever noticed that a dagger works best on mortals?"
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Levathian looked at Soul as he talked about not being able to touch objects without them rotting and disappearing. He didn't have that problem, but his enemies armor did get in worse condition by being near him. He looked down at his blade that sat embedded into the ground.
When Soul mentioned the Shadow Isles he looked up at him again, "Ah, the second Cathedral, well it's obvious that you would be next to useless against the Ruined King's minions." Levathian said and moved in a circle around his sword, "He is an ancient being, the Ruined King, his power rivals with our master's. Alas, that is all I know of him."
"I find that swords are much more efficient against mortals than daggers, but that might just be me."
Soul shrugged. "Whatever the case, I need something that'll do something outside of partially annoy them. Like a hammer or something!" He swung the branch he was holding in a downwards motion, smashing it on the ground, rot and wood chips flying into the air. He then threw the remains over his shoulder. "Even better, something with more than one use." With that he boxed the air. "I won't be useless if I have a weapon, y'know!"
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Spider Queen on Nov 21, 2013 17:34:38 GMT -5
Elise listened in spider form on the top of a tree for several minutes before letting Azazel know that they had happened upon some of the Deathsingers people. This was a very interesting development. The Ruined King would be very interested in where the lich was these days. Not that they cared much what he wanted these days but it was still interesting. But on a more personal note Elise recognized one that she had not expected to see again this side of hell.
"What do you think we should do? Should we have some fun?" She wasn't in the best of shape but she was sure she and Azazel could handle these two.
"Have some fun?" Azazel repeated in his usual cold manner, his cyan eyes flowed softly in the darkness of the marshes causing him to look rather eerie in the black robes that covered his form. A few strands of long black hair had fallen down in front of his face only to be pushed aside, he studied her form, a slight note of concern could be heard in his voice, something extremely rare and exclusive to Elise herself, "You're barely recovered and you want to toy with Karthus' minions?"
He took in a deep breath, perhaps it would cheer her up at least, to have what she considered fun. He pulled back his hood to allow the rest of his hair to fall free around his shoulders, "What do you want to do then?"
The guardian looked at the soul bound armor. He sighed and shook his head slowly, "There is more to it than just having a sword. You must be able to use it properly to be useful. Othereise you'll be nothing but a danger to yourself and your allies." The guardian said and looked at The edge of his sword.
Soul shrugged again, laughing slightly. "Well, I guess that's true as anything. But I can't learn how without a sword to practice with, so just fantasy for now." He heard movement above and chanced a quick glance up, but saw nothing. "Sheesh. This marsh has me all paranoid. Even the wind has me jumping!" He gave Levathian a smile. "We should head back before nightfall."
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
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