RP:Daath raises Benjamin formally a rich merchant to be his undead slave
Setting
The mausoleum in Vailkrin 6th September 2011
No rest for the wicked.
Daath enters the crypt with respect and care, each foot finding the dust covered floor in silence as the dark elf moves about the mausoleum in search of the recent coffin laid to rest within these halls. A local noble, an intelligent man of some magical skill, who caught the eye of the drow some few days before his death. The man's family, having payed top dollar for his burial, would never know that their son's body was about to be reanimated to serve as the personal assistant to the potions master of the necromancer's guild. Within moments Daath finds the coffin, a beautiful piece of artwork, and smiles. While this would be the most mundane part of the procedure, he was excited. This one would show Joliette just what Daath could do, as well as provide a useful slave to help maintain the mundane chores of daily life. Closing his eyes, the necromancer begins to mutter the occult verses needed to awaken the corpse, and reanimate it. A dull aura surrounds the coffin as the magus chants, filling the room with a cold chill as the dark magic begins to work...
Benjamin is dead. He thinks he is dead. He was on his deathbed, with his family all around him. The dying man was trying to whsiper quietly to his brother about providing for his mistress's keep after he had gone, without his wife overhearing them. Then he had felt a sudden pain, then nothing...then this...what is it..is he in the afterlife? Has some great incompetent undertaker buried him alive? He seems to be in a coffin. What in Sven's name is going on?
Daath watches as the corpse rises, unaware of the happenings about it. With his magic dominating the undead, Daath commands it, his voice coming as an overwhelming sensation, Benjamin's body reacting, even if Benjamin himself does not want it to.
An eloquent "Rarrrrrrr Rarrrrr re gr."
Benjamin feels a horrid sensation, as if his body were being pulled around by an invisible force. As if he were some kind of marionette on a string. It is most unpleastant disturbing, not to mention more than a little humilatimg to have ones body moved around against your own wishes, against the commands you are trying to give it. The hands...his hands but not controlled by him throw off the coffin lid, and the puppet corspe stands and turns towards the drow necromancer, that is controlling it that terrible blood stained mask covering his features. Benjamin is not impressed not impressed at all by this ill-treatment. He tries to get control of his dead, rather shrivelled vocal cords. What he tries to say is. "My good man, what do you think you are doing? Leave at let me rest in peace. - Don't you know who I am? -. Go find some worthless peasant's corpse to practise your unholy art upon. I am a gentleman! Leave me rest in peace!" Despite all his efforts to make this fine, indignant speech, the only sound that actually issuses from his dead lips is "Rarrrrrrr Rarrrrr re gr."
Daath allows a vile smile form upon his fine features, which lay hidden beneath the blood stained mask he wears as he can feel the defiant life that lingers within his new slave. He calls out, not knowing what Benjamin tried to say. " You are mine now, slave. The life you once knew is gone, you have died, a victim of the sins you commited in life. In death, you shall serve me. You have no choice, you will obey." With a raise of his hand, the unholy magic he uses goes to overwhelm the reanimated undead, forcing down upon him the power of necromancy. " Kneel." Commands the dark elf, as to show Benjamin he has no choice.
What Benjamin's mind tells his body to do is stay on his feet glaring at the drow and reply contemptuously. "I am a gentleman. I kneel to no man, YOU should kneel to me. Don't you know who I am?" What actually happens is the necromatic power forces him down on to his knees, forces his head to bow before Daath. And all that will come from his dried up vocal chords is. "Mhh gug gug nah!" It is a rather indignant sounding "Mhh gug gug nah!", but it really doen't have quite the effect he had planned. The desceased man's mind tries to order his corpse to rise once more. But it is to no avail. Inside he is seething with anger but his body will not even shake with rage at his mind's command, it kneels, apparantly calmly before the one controlling it.