RP:Cursed One
Summary: Draiman came to Artia's home in hope to help her get her powers back and return the cursed topaz that had ripped her powers from her. But if successful how much be returned?
Artia's Home
Draiman walks through the door to the house. A bag under his arm that he takes and sets near the fireplace. He moves quietly into the kitchen grabbing a bowl of water and taking it to the set up.
The witch had woken early as soon as the sun escaped into her French doors, making her bedroom light up. Doing her usual routine, get up brush her hair teeth make her coffee, go outside to the garden and begin tending to the herbal garden. Inhaling the evil Desmond planted along her potted plants inside her home, so while she is inside she had no way but to get the side effects, pushing her mind to twist even revert her back to who she worked so hard not to be again. Normally the female took great care in the garden of the herbs, but she found herself being rough. Jerking the leaves off, thinking about anyone and anything that put her down, pushed her away for who she was and top it off who couldn’t accept her. Standing up she was aggravated, moving into the home she tossed the new herbs on her counter. Slamming her hands on the countertop, shaking her head, looking up she sees Draiman grabbing a bowl of water. Quirking a brow at the male, wondering what he was up too, following him she sees he is setting something up. “What are you up too, now?”
Draiman looked back to lay eyes on the witch. A grin forming to his lips as he spots her. "Today is the day correct?" He grabs hold of the bag bringing it close "I’m just getting ready. It will take me a bit, but I'll let you know when we will start." He pulls out a large tome, dusts it off and sets it on the floor. After digging again other various items are brought out and placed on the ground as well, more notable a crystal box and a bag of what seems to be dirt.
Artia’s large cyan blues went even larger with excitement; she might have even skipped towards him a few times. Finally, a chance at getting her powers back. And when she did, the thought of knocking Draiman around brought a wicked grin to her plump ruby lips. She won’t be such a weak duckling anymore, or just a pretty face. The witch will be able to tie him up if she pleased too, maybe with a thorn ridden vine? Oh the thoughts that flooded her mind. But pulled back to reality as he spoke more, blinking as her left hand that still held her ring from Odhranos on it to her forehead massaging it as in a manner of a headache. But it wasn’t that, the thoughts confused her. What, why was she thinking like that again? Moving to sit on the couch, finishing up her coffee. “Let me know if you need assistance.”
Draiman he looked at her as she skipped towards him then walked away, eyebrow lifting in confusion. "...okay" he mumbles beneath his breath then sets back to work. First setting the crystal on the mantel for the fireplace, he positions it so one of the corners of the cube sets facing out rather than one of the flat surfaces. Taking string from the bag he moves to measure a distance from the cube to an empty spot in the room. "Good" he says allowed seemingly happy with the measured results. At which point he drops the string allowing it to trail from the cube to the spot.
Once her coffee was done, she stood up and began moving into the kitchen until she paused watching him set the delicate crystal upon the mantel of her large pearl fire place. Thankful she kept the mantel dusted well. Especially with what he plans on to use the crystal for, shrugging she moved onwards to the kitchen. Putting the cup on the counter top, moving back in watching him measure using string, with a quirked brow she went back to the couch. Not wanting to disturb Draiman from preparing for her. Crossing her long legs, placing her hands on her lap drumming her long nails on the lap.
Draiman takes in a deep breath as he tilts his head to the side. Emitting a soft popping noise. Reaching in through the neck of his robes he pulls out an amulet attached to a chain around his neck. Placing the dirt on the mantel as well to keep it with arm’s length he begins to chat. " "Ia, ia, fhtagn. Ia, ia, fhtagn. Ia, ia, fhtagn." The chanting getting louder until a low hum centers on the ranch. Aside from the hum and Draiman's chanting all noise from the outside is muted. Feelings of dread, remorse, and pity sweep through the home as the pseudo-drow raises his arms to the side head looking up remains in chant.
Artia sat still, watching the death mage work his magic’s. Watching him tilt his head to the side, the pop noise was faintly soft but she still picked up on a slight faint of it. Eyes narrowing at the amulet he removed from his robes, next her eyes followed the dirt he put on her mantel. Wanting to open her mouth to complain, she decided it be best to not as he was doing this to try and help her. She can clean later, not knowing the words he enchanted but she listened closely to see if she could pick any the words out by chance. She trusted this man, but at the same time she didn’t fully trust him yet. Time will tell if she would fully trust this male, once again she was pulled from her thoughts at the chanting that increased in volume. The creatures outside were replaced with the sounds of low hums, her hands moved from her lap to wrap around her-self. The feelings rapturing her body, not prepared for such emotions to all flood her consciousness at once.
Draiman turns his hand upward and smiles "rise" he says softly. Though soft the word sends vibrations though the hum. Quickly taking hold of the dirt he pours a small pile onto the floor stepping onto the graveyard dirt he says again "rise" the vibrations repeat but stronger "I command the fallen to rise and be returned to glory rise from your rest break thy barrier and return to the realm of the moving and obey your master. " the word master gaining an unnatural echo. In a matter of moments the feeling of dread washes out the others. "Rise! Serve your master!" He shouts again.
Artia saw the smile, and wasn’t to comforted by that smile. Then the words of rise? What the hell? What is he asking to rise in my home? Desmond was enough one undead in her home, which she hadn’t seen today. So she was hopeful it was just Desmond he was calling out, the feeling of just dread now made her even more. She hoped she could ask the trees what was going on as they were so ancient they might be able to help her, but with the topaz stuck on her she could not ask them. But she could hear a mix of their voices screaming to her to begging her to leave her home. Abandon her home, but she could not ask them as to why. As soon as their cries echo into her mind, they were muted out but the unnatural echo of the word ‘master’. Artia herself was beginning to stand up, something inside her was shouting inside her to leave, and then she went slightly light headed as another part of her made her move back to sit down on the couch. His evil roots were doing a better job than the trees she could barely hear now.
Draiman stood stepping out from the pile of dirt headed toward the door. He returns a moment to the main room shortly after. "Um, I apologize in advance if there’s any mess. Some of them might be.. fresh." A corpse soon walks in and stands looking at the death mage as if waiting for an order. Nothing about this creature indicated any sort of intelligence. Soon more start to fill in the house giving about a dozen totals. Representatives of all races are here in various stages of decay. The pseudo-drow looks at them "Welcome. There are points in this house that needs guarded. I want two of you on all sides of the house. Two in the gate and reat on roaming patrol.
Artia uncrossed her legs at his words, “Fresh? Oh you got to be kidding Drai-“ she cringed up her nose at the sight of how many showed up, watching how nasty and gruesome they each looked. Indeed they brought in a lot of mess; a glare was flashed to Draiman as she did not like having so many around. The fact he wanted to use them to keep other out of her home. That made her raises a brow at him, why would he want to keep others out of the home? What was he really up too? She suddenly felt herself doubting his ability to remove the topaz; maybe he had other plans for her then just removing the topaz? “What are they needed for? Why the excess patrol Draiman?”
Draiman gives out a sigh "You've already been attacked since I have been here. If you are again I won’t be able to fend them off, and you’ll be extremely vulnerable. They are here as insurance. Nothing will probably happen but I’d rather them be here and not need them, then us be attacked with no way to defend ourselves. I warned you I'd be doing this." He says hoping to reassure her "How many times must I tell you I won't hurt you during this process?" He shrugs "Anyways, ready when you are"
Artia rose from the couch, watching as they moved away to go to the station along her ranch. A sigh was given as she toyed with the ring Odhranos had made for her from his own verse of magic’s, a delicate ring that she didn’t wear that often. But wanted to wear it today, no reason or maybe there was a deeper reason for it but she wasn’t picking up on it at the moment. Moving towards Draiman, his words offering reassurance to her, but she was divided at the moment. Either way she needed this thing off, “I am ready, Draiman where would you like me?”
Draiman moves in close. Each arm is wrapped around her, leaning in the kisses her forehead. "Need you to lie down, so I'm going to move the couch and you can lay on it. Just need you to get you comfortable" he grins before moving to the couch and moving it to where the line of string is, placing it in on one of the sections. "I need for this to be in the middle of your chest when you lay down" he nods.
Artia closes her eyes, exhaling slowly trying to relax her nerves. Allowing his arms to be wrapped around her waist, opening her eyes at the kiss to her forehead as she went to look up at him. “Okay, that’s simple enough.” She moved out of his way, her hand went back to her forehead the trees outside doing their best to reach her but all it did was come out as mumbles then silent as the topaz blocked them out again. Once the couch was in place, she grabbed the string placing it to lie above her heart. She was grateful to lay on something comfortable. “Thank you.”
Draiman moves to his bag and pulls out a small bag of roots. "This" he says matter of factly "is Rynvale dream root" he says walking to her kitchen. "This makes a very nasty tasting tea" he grins as he starts to boil some water. "The very nasty tea will do four things." He pours a heaping amount of sugar into a tea cup as well as the root and water. "First thing it will do is put you to sleep" he holds out the cup of tea for her to take. "Second it will numb your body fully. This isn’t why I’m using it but it is an effect. Third it will slow you and your child’s heart rate down drastically. To someone who didn’t know you drank this tea you would appear dead, that is not the case, the use for this is your body will slow down and prevent the topaz from taking too much of your life force. The fourth effect is you will have very vivid dreams. I’m telling you this now because most cannot tell the difference between the dream and when they wake up which can lead to you losing your mind if I don’t help bring you out of it. In other words don’t use this just to sleep. It is powerful and dangerous to use alone."
Artia eyed the root, being who she was she knew of the root. She used it to help put patients under for surgery; it was a very handy thing. She cringed thinking about herself having to use it, with her patients she used a very tiny amount used with. Her magic she was so close to having it back. Sitting up enough to drink it, “Well, I hope you can pull all of me out before I slip further into madness that I haven’t reached yet.” She knew she was slipping further from the person she and Odhranos tried so badly for her to be. The person she loved being, and loved loving Odhranos as.” Glancing to the ring on her hand again, then to Draiman, taking off the ring passing it to him, “Put this on the mantel so I do not lose or accidentally damage it.” She finished the tea quickly, sitting the cup down on the ground. Double checking her chest to make sure it was still above her heart. “See you soon.”
Draiman inhaled slowly and smiles "now the fun part" he shakes his head. Eyeing the string is still to the mantle sitting under the crystal he begins to move to the crystal and grabs the book. After flipping to a marked page. After reading he looks up. "Damn...." he looks around quickly... damn damn damn." He looks around and runs to her bedroom "Score!" He returns with a silk pillow and puts it under the witches back. Returning back to the book he re-reads it again. "Well then let’s get the party started" he begins to read from the book going very slowly. Reverting back to his forked tongue to get the pronunciations correct." As the speaks a red and black line firms from Artia's chest and flows into the crystal cube. He looks and spots the line flowing into the cube the two streams to form a heart in the vex "Nine gods it actually worked!" He shouts in surprise
Artia was under the roots influence, in the dream state Odhranos had moved inside the ranch and stopped the process waking her up. Even though she never taught him any Apothecary things, thus odhranos managed to wake her up. Lifting her into his arms, Artia awoke which was when the pillow was pushed under her. In the dream, Artia embraced Odhranos locking her arms around him. Yet blood began to spill from between her legs, locking up into Odhranos eyes with shock and then she found herself screaming in the dream. Maybe even screaming in actual reality, for when she locked up into Odhranos face it was covered by two pairs of talons ripping his head from his body. Tossing the head to the side, revealing Draiman was the one to do so. Standing up she tried to run but her body was frozen, and Draiman had wrapped her up in her arms mumbling things into her ear. Pushing his clawed hand into her chest, ripping her heart out. Squeezing it till the remaining blood from the heart ran down his arm turning Artia into one of his undead. As her heart was transferred over to the crystal.
Draiman waits for the process to finish watching the shadow heart beat inside the crystal. Pride filled his for as he moved wanting to touch the heart but feared it would do damage to Artia thought better of it. He turns as he hears her scream and offers a frown. "Poor thing" he nods. Walking back to the book he flips a few more pages. "So... part 2" he mumbles and moves to the witch lying on the couch. Picking up the bowl of water he places index and middle finger in the water then draws a couple of designs using the water on Artias head chest and hand. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" The three images of the spell light up. Giving a bright blue light. "Here it goes" reaching around her neck he removes the necklace the gem is attached to. And quickly tosses it into the water.
Draiman moves the bowl back away from the area and smile. "Hard part finished" he moves back to the witch and smiles. He moves his hand over the woman and begins a chant. "This is the exact opposite of my job" he shakes his head in disbelief.
Artia was still in her la la land, once Draiman had destroyed her heart he had put it back. Spinning around to where he licked his fingers from her blood, pressing his lips against her's. Artia once again screamed, into his mouth but no matter what she could do in this dream world Draiman had her unable to move. Once he pulled away from her mouth, she tasted her blood on her lips still. Looking to the ground beside her odhranos's head began whistling. The Witch's dream state was not but a nightmare, with that the world faded and she appeared in middle of her old home at her Aunt's watching herself with a child. The child was strapped to a chair, and across the child sat both his parents. Artia had to be not over thirteen, as she watched her younger self laugh and dance around with the older brother corpse.
Draiman having done a non-required remove curse spell just as an extra precaution. With everything finished he dispels undead spell sending all of them back to their graves or to wander around aimlessly. He then walks over to Artia and smiles inhaling deep. Upon touching her forehead he closes his starts to mentally call out "Artia, its time cone to the door"
Artia watched herself drop the boy onto of the younger brother, and then the voice hit her mind. Turning around she looked for this door? THERE! There it was, she didn't remember that door being there, moving quickly as she could to it and jerked it. The door didn't budge, looking beside her stood her teen age self. Holding up her bloody hands, 'Why leave already? Stay here...remembers this was your favorite torture and kills session. Stay and enjoy it again.' She turned keeping her hand on the knob, it was. It was the family that tried to buy her from her aunt to be married to their son. Hence why she danced with him, they wanted to buy her. Like some. Common whore. She looked to herself, "No." Turning the knob, and jumped into where ever the door took her.
Draiman stood there ready for anything ready to fight, defend, chase after or cuddle. All of these coming from history of using the tea. So he just stood there, when she opened her eyes he offered a smile "Well it was a success" he says confidently.