RP:Creating a Flesh-Bound Tome

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This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.


Synopsis: Joan takes her first step towards becoming an official necromancer.

Necromancer Tower

Joan :: The vampire merchant Joan had spent the last couple days gathering the needed ingredients to begin the task of putting together her very first flesh bound spell book, having taken the time to harvest, peel, stretch, salt, tan, then cure the flesh for her cover and bindings, and pages from her chosen victims. Each bit she had taken off from magical creatures she slain in her quest for this task. Her most prized being the cured flesh off of a kraken tentacle she managed to gain after a long icy cold sea drenched battle. As she shouldered open the door to the tower with her ingredients in arms the woman seemed to be in high spirits, this was her first steps towards official necromancer status. And the excitement shown through as the smoke that casted out from the corners of her eyes sparked light violet flames.


Nasada heard the door creak open from one of the upper floors and quickly descended down the stairs to investigate. She was dressed in black, loose fitting robes; Pale features once full of life now drawn and sunken in, showing a lack of self care and well being. In one hand she carried with her the ancient tome of her tormentor, and in the other, that terrifying malachite scythe. "Who goes there?" she called out from the safety of the large hood that hung over her head. Her gaze, faded and corpse-like, peered out of the half-shadow obscuring the upper portion of her face and spotted Joan. There was familiarity, but it was fleeting. With fingers tightening around the staff of her scythe, the young woman called out again. "For what reason have you come?"


Joan stops mid-stride once she passes the entrance to the tower, a curious glance is given towards the hooded figure before the vampire takes a deep inhale of breath, her nostrils flare as she picks up the other woman’s scent, “Joan Blackheart, sceleratus grade nercomancer, I have all rights to come use this tower as it is part of my training.” Her head cants to the side as she peers up from the ground floor towards the other woman, “I came to use the circle and a few tomes in the many libraries here to create my very first flesh bound spell book.” She lifts her arms that are clearly filled with the items she harvested and gathered for the task a small smile graces her pale ivory color lips. Each object she had gave off magical dark vibes, tho the flesh of the kraken tentacle radiant malice and the most darkest of energies, almost like it would come back to life...just to spite the vampire, perhaps try to wrap the cured tentacle around her neck in an effort to strangle her. The cured flesh flexed in Joan’s grip, causing the vampire to offer a growl at it.


Nasada :: Raevyn does not move from her place near the steps; Still as a stature as she continues to stare the interloper down. Sceleratus. That word pierced her fragile mind like a bolt in the night. There was a flash,, her gaze soon finding recognition. " Sceleratus," she said,l quietly. "Necromancer's Guild. Yes. I recall." The woman eased a little, posture no longer one ready to defend this place she had been squatting in for some time now. "Sceleratus," she repeated - she seemed in a state of confusion at first, but quickly found some tether to reality she could latch onto. "Fine. Do as you need. Make your book." Raevyn finally took a step, her attention shifting to various pieces of decor in the room as she began to wander the main landing of the tower. "Sceleratus." she mumbled. She seemed stuck on that word.


Joan offers a one shoulder shrug as she watches the other woman stand down from her ready posture, she was use to the many other Necromancers that came and went about their personal business while at the tower or the much used Black Library. And the greetings varied each and every time, they were after all dark evil people and or creatures from the various races that roamed Vailkrin proper. “Yes, sceleratus grade. I was suppose to test under Lady Larewen a year ago, but, *sighs heavy here as she moved into the circle, bending down at the knees as she made busy to arrange her ingredients about in a five pointed star inside the magical circle.* she got side tracked, and our personal schedules just never meshed up.” Joan chats towards the hooded figure, now pulling out a vial. Pulling the cork from the small vial, the vampire would cut off chatting towards the hooded figure as she now dips her index finger into the vial, the fluid inside the vial was a mixture of unholy water, blood from a slain virgin, herbs of various plants, and her own private mixture of magical tonics. These she used to draw the mystical symbols on each piece she had inside the circle. As she nears finishing, she pricks the tip of her own finger to draw up a small bead of her own corruption dark blood from the cut. Standing over the main body of her ingredients she allows her bead of blood to drop in the middle of the five pointed arranged items, as the bead of dark blood hits the middle she pours the remaining vial fluids upon the bead of blood, watching as mixture flares in power. The mixture absorbed together, spreading out from the middle, crimson treads connecting to each item quickly, as they cover each mystical sSigil she had previously drawn in and onto her dark items. Her brows knit as each crimson tread begins to draw the items inwards, knitting together in a gastly monstrous mass.


Nasada :: Raevyn continued to wander, still muttering that damned word. Only when Joan spoke the name of Larewen did the girl stop, quickly spinning upon a worn heel to face the novice necromancer. "Larewen. Not to be trusted. Never. Ever." Raevyn said through gritted teeth and a tone saturated with disdain. "She only thinks to benefit herself. No one else." The leather on the tome she carried let out a creaking plea as chipped, yellowed nails began to sink into the binding. Those dead eyes soon settled over the coagulating abomination that Joan had been creating, trying to discern exactly what was taking place. She had not seen this method of creation for a book.


Joan was mostly using a -very-modified method to bring her flesh bound tome together. As the ingredients became to draw together the kraken tentacle takes on a fleshy slick wet slimy look, each minuscule suckers, intermittently divided by claws begins to roll and engulf the other hides, flesh, bindings drawing it all into the now reanimated tentacle. Wet slurping sounds come from the writhing mass, the slapping of hides binding together into what looks like the spine of this monstrous book form. “She no longer roams the mainland...” Joan speaks in a distracted tone, her eyes on the slowly forming flesh bound tome. Those sigils she drew flare up on the writhing mass, working to bind the whole thing into a manageable size, shrinking hides to page sizes, slimy tentacle flesh flexing and laying out straight and even around the book spine, covering the cover and back in the material she worked hard to harvest.


Nasada :: Felt a rage well up inside her unlike anything she had ever felt before. It stunk of betrayal and hatred, clinging to her tainted soul like glue. Of couse she no longer roams the mainland! Why would she?! She only promised the poor girl with assistance in removing the evil entity that had been haunting Raevyn's dreams for so many years. Claimed so many times to at least care for the creature that was once deemed friend. Raevyn's chest began to heave the more she thought about it. "Good! I hope she falls upon the blade of a paladin's sword!!" the girl lashed out, stomping one foot in a childish manner. The former Magister shut her eyes, trying to find her inner peace - Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the rage continued to bubble over like a boiling pot. "Damn her to the hellish pits!!" she screamed, flinging her tome carrying hand upward. Inadvertantly, a nearby table was sent skyrocketing upward, careening into one of the hanging chandeliers with a loud crash, soon followed by the twinkling sound of small shards of glass falling all around the floor. Joan, thankfully, would have been far enough away to avoid any sort of residual damage from falling debris, although she may find that little pieces of glass had been thrown in her direction.


Joan had her focus on the now shrinking slimy inky black tentacle flesh, her thoughts on her evolving flesh bound tome. Quietly the vampire was chanting out the researched lines she had memorized from one of the towers books she had taken to studying a few months before when she was here with Ernest. The outer circle glowed a bright blinding white as shields came up while the flesh bound tome made it’s final fleshy-sounding snap and pop, the kraken tentacle writhing one final time along the cover and back of the book. It jumps up suddenly a half foot by itself before slapping back onto the floor followed by the sound of a fleshy pop, the magical energies from the circle sucking up into the landed tome with another blinding white flash. It wasn’t perfection, but at least it laid on the ground like a tome made of flesh would...or should. Leaning up from her knelt position Joan would go to scoop up the now cool flesh tome...only to yelp as a couple sucker claws catch her finger. Shooting the tome a dirty look she’d shake her finger as a

few droplets of her dark blood wield up from the tiny trails of scratches her tome gave her. “Hm?! Oh...damn.” Now noticing the other woman’s irate tantrums the vampire would scoop up her tome from inside the circle before darting towards the alcove as bits of the glass slice and bite into her. Since she was mostly clothed she only have a few shards damage her flesh. “Damn...yeah sure Lady Larewen was a bish...to leave you hanging and breaking her promise, but not all hope is lost for help. Chick named Quintessa is saying she is Lady Larewen’s daughter and heir, I call bullock on it...but she has Kasyr backing her...so...”


Nasada :: Raevyn narrowed her eyes at Joan as she took in this strange news. "Daughter? Impossible. I would have heard something. Our time together was not often, but I've known Larewen now for a few years. Not once has any sort of daughter ever come up. I do not even know who this 'Kasyr' is." The necromancer looked to Joan, realizing in her anger, she may have unintentionally hurt the woman. She made no attempt at apology however. "I trust your instict more than any claims to come out of that family line. Even if what this Quintessa says is truth, she can rot with her damned mother." Raevyn, unable to control her emotions, stormed out of the tower and into the dark land of Vailkrin.


Joan :: “Well...okay....thanks.” Joan calls after the departing Raevyn, she wasn’t sure the other heard her or not...sucking in a breath under her breath, Joan turns to placing her new flesh bound tome under her left arm, in the cradle of her elbow, pale ivory fingers curling around the cool slick kraken tentacle covering admiring her first effort. It wasn’t perfect but it laid in that crook pretty decent, edges looked flat and clean. In all she was happy. Now only to attend to the few small shards of glass that bit into her here and there. “Ugh...this is gonna be fun.” Joan tells herself as she walks further into the tower.