RP:Stay In Shadows Part Three

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

‘’’Synopsis’’’ Joan and Pyde head to the Death Cult Temple to complete their task of setting up traps and defences for all three of important places for the necromancer's guild, shadow fire is used.

Death Cult Temple

Joan enters into the temple as she walks down and into the chamber proper the vampiric healer looks about for Lorkain. Spotting the figure of the cloaked and hooded elven lich the undead woman would call out a polite greeting to the instructor of dark arts. “Hello Lorkain, you don’t mind if me and Pyde set up a few traps and defenses?! It’s a project we have been working on to help the guild out.” She’d wait in a quiet manner as the elven lich did things in his own time and answered when he felt like it. Turning the hooded and cloaked elven lich would move into the light as he made a ‘good ahead’ gesture, he would judge Joan and Pyde as he observed.

Pyde:: It was a long time since the mini-mancer was here. he barely survived the basic teachings Lorkain taught him, but he persevered and learned the skills not only from the armored master but a shaman from the Sewers of Larket. Though small in stature he still made sure to show the proper respect to the instructor. "Hello again, Master. I hope you don't mind our mission to help the guild." Turning to Joan he says, "So what do you think about an archway that spans over the door, but made from enough bones to recreate three dragons?"

Joan strokes at her chin as she wanders about the temple, she gives polite nods and a slight ‘hello’ wave to those who notice her and do give a greeting. “Sure, but we gotta also include those that station here…and it’s gotta include the last part of the dark tides. Shadow fire, perhaps infuse the dragons with shadow fire?”

Pyde grins rather mischievously, "You hit the nail on the head. I was just thinking that. What I am planning is going to look ornate, with three dragon skulls at the top but spaced out. The eyes would be lit as if from purple fire candles. With some smoke to make it look legitimate as well. The rest of the bones from the skeletons were rearranged to make the arch and possibly line the corners of the room with stray piles. Anyway, once the foes come to attack the temple, the bones would animate but the skulls would be enchanted to emit streams of shadow fire as if they were breathing actual fire. Of course, with it being part of the Dark Tides, it would harm the soul, right?" The excited Fermin hadn't seen action like this in forever, but it felt as if something in his heart was reawakening to the thrill of traps in battle.

Joan quirks a brow as she casts a questioning glance around to her fellow vampires, the mix of undead and death knights mummer among themselves as Joan gives a nod to those moving about the temple, “Uh, yeah but we need to make sure those here already won’t get trapped also as they move to also defend the death temple.” Lorkain gives a sage-wise nod as his fleeting red eyes seem to burn into the small fermin. “How about I infuse the guards here with shadow fire that they can call forth when under attack, like extra armor?”

Pyde nods pensively, "I wasn't going to just block their way. As I said. I was thinking about making ornate decorations with the bones. Suspend them along the corners of the ceiling and clatter them together once needed. I saw it in a book somewhere, where some catacombs had been lined with bones and skulls from all sorts of races in a rather symmetric layout, but they fit perfectly without damaging the bones. It was quite fascinating. And I do agree with the idea of using your magic to give the guards extra armor. Will you be going for style or for power?"

Joan frowned as she moved through the temple, she’d have a quiet word with any of those that would speak with her once she gave the fermin a look, “Everyone in here can style the shadow flames anyway they please, I’ll leave that option up to them, I’m more then sure everyone wants the added extra power.” Once the vampiric healer had spoken to enough, she would draw up to Lorkain and speak with him on what he might suggest, she’d nod firmly as she seemed to come to an agreement. “Added extra power seems to be the vote.” Stepping towards the entrance leading to the dragon graveyard the undead woman would call forth her own power, working to weave the added power into channeling her own brand of shadow flames. Black shadows weave together with her purple color aura magic, making flickering dark blackish purple dancing shadow flames. Slowly she would push out the combination-colored wavering flames outwards to seek out those who agreed to have her own dark tides combine with their own, a quiet ‘whooshing’ filled the death cult temple as Joan worked to push her dark magic, bloody sweat drops beading along her forehead as she expanded her energies to their limit.

Pyde opens his jacket and pulls out his flute, bringing it up to his lips. The mini-mancer starts to focus on his calcimancy and you see the bones from the graveyard start to rise up from the earth, clods falling off the bones, and broken aged pieces. Quickly forming into the skeletons, he needed, whatever pieces were broken or cracked he would patch up and merge other broken pieces by breaking them down to their components to repair those good bones. Once accounted for, the Dragon bones would then swirl around the doorway leading into the Dragon graveyard and then assemble into an artistically laid out pattern giving the wall some style. Three skulls angled to look as though they were staring down any who would enter the graveyard beyond the door. From there Pyde would then call on more bones to work into bonemeal, being dragon bones some of the larger pieces would be formed into plates to fit already worn armor, and the bonemeal to cling to the swords or other weapons increasing their hardness and their edges. The Fermin compresses the bonemeal to a vorpal edge sharp enough to slide through armor as if cutting parchment. Bringing down his flute he takes a bit of a breather while he prepares for the next step, Shadow fire.

Joan wobbles slightly as the use of so much dark tide magic is spread outwards encasing the armor and or outfits of those who asked for the added magic. Joan was not used to expanding out and sharing that much power as of yet, but she kept her connection as firm as possible, the vampiric healer now inhaling and exhaling semi-loud breaths of air. It was a strain, and she was at her limit, yet she closed her eyes and focused once she heard the elven lich give a loud clear dry ‘cough’, a possible sign that Lorkain thought the undead woman should rein it in as even he deemed, she was using too much of her own inner energies. Joan pulled back one hand to wipe the beaded rolling bloody sweat off of her forehead once she closed her ‘circuit’ down, leaving those she reached with her shadow fire glowing briefly as each person absorbed what Joan had freely offered up as her contribution. She’d slump in place while giving what Pyde was doing a wondrous look over.

Pyde scurries up the wall to the dragon skulls. The first of the two smaller skulls hook his claws into while painting a sigil over the surface with his finger and letting his magic flow from that point like ink from a pen. Black lines form across the surface as he inscribes the usage of Shadow fire to be blasted from the skull's mouth, this also ignites the eyes to glow as if a flickering candle was held within the skull glowing a lovely shade of flickering violet light. Quickly moving over to the second small skull he duplicates his work, but instead of using shadow fire, he makes this skull breathe Shadow Ice breath, in turn this skulls eyes blow a deep flickering Indigo. Finally getting to the large skull, Pyde writes two different sigils both allowing the dragon should reanimate to breathe either shadow fire or shadow ice breath. But before he gets back to ground level, the mini-mancer crawls into the mouth and begins writing a sigil there so if the worst happens and the dragons are defeated, all three would explode causing a blast of each element upon re-death.

Joan crinkles up her nose, it was mainly supposed to be just shadow fire for this, if Pyde wanted to use and add shadow ice to his part of the defense that was all on him. Standing up from her slump the tired vampiric healer would move towards the stairs that lead down to this part of the temple and work to etch in a rune into the hard rock. An added verbal curse was spoken into the etched rune, so that the curse would affect anyone unwise to enter with ill intentions, the curse would make those affected have double vision. Making it hard to focus and attack. “Okay…well I’m exhausted, I ain’t spread out power and magic like that in…well a coons age.” She gives Lorkain a glance to see if the elven lich approved, should she get the nod of approval Joan would take the exit out towards the dragon graveyard, as her personal cottage was not too far away.

Pyde scrambles down from the bone wall carefully. He scampers across the large room to stand before Lorkain. "I hope these defenses serve you well, Master Lorkain." Looking over to Joan as she leaves, the fermin shouts his goodbye. "See you on another quest Joan. I look forward to it."