RP:Hurt and Not Quite Healing

From HollowWiki

Part of the Lies Within Us Arc


This is a Mage's Guild RP.


Summary: After seeking out the meditation center in hopes of some peace and quiet, Odhranos instead comes across Magik, who in an attempt to bring the terramancer back around, puts him through the emotional ringer. While the rather unorthodox technique yields immediate results, circumstances conspire against both Veneficus and Magister, after a revelation that threatens the Guild itself sees the light of day.


Meditation Center

Numerous meditation cushions are thrown about the room as Veneficus D'Chath appears to be searching for something in particular in a somewhat state of panic. He rushes to the small alter and fumbles with the unlit candles and ends up accidentally spilling the bowl of herbs he uses for his meditation classes. He curses to himself as his robes keep getting in the way of nothing at all but Magik needs something to direct his frustrations at. The fancy Veneficus robe is taken off as if it were on fire, rolled up, and is thrown blindly towards the steps leading downstairs...all while cursing, of course. Magikrios sloppily rolls his shirt sleeves up and continues his search.


Odhranos trudges up the steps in a fugue, as he had been since the chaotic conclusion of the negotiations with Larket. The contents of his office had been packed up and relocated to the new room on the Magister’s wing, waiting to be unpacked, so the terramancer didn’t really have anywhere to go, at least nowhere that he felt comfortable enough to go to. So the terramancer struck off a new route and ventured to the meditation room, where at least he might find some sort of peace and quiet from the frantic furore that had gripped the Guild. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the subtle glow reaches out to Odhranos, softened by the draperies and cushions that fill the space, promising rest and solitude to those of weary heart. Removing his shoes by the stairs, Odhranos is a moment from stepping into the thick carpet when a discarded robe flies from the darkness, like some vengeful wraith. Odhranos yelps weakly, raising his arms in defense before the robe drapes itself over his fists, turning his immediate surprise to confusion. Odhranos peers into the darkness, seeking the source of the robe’s flight. “Pardon me, is someone there?”


The commotion suddenly stops as the unexpected words fill the room. Magik's glowing eyes are revealed from the darkness as he lifts his goggles from his eyes and looks up. The elf blinks a few times before snapping his fingers to ignite the candles in the room to give the area its proper lighting. Having knocked over a couple candles infront of him on the alter, he scrambles to set them upright before he can get a look at who has entered the room. After everything was set back as it should, he looks towards the entrance to find Odh holding his robes on accident. The black flames with Magik's eyes grow in intensity immediately as his body lets off a quick plume of black smoke. "You.." Magik nearly knocks over the alter he just reset as he stomps towards the terramancer. The pyromancer grabs his robes off the terramancer and throws it to the side again. Those poor robes are just being abused today. Without hesitation Magik grabs Odh by his shoulders and pulls him towards the middle of the room before spinning him around and giving him a heavy push, finally releasing his grip, "What the hell was that, Odh?!" The elf kicks a cushion out of the way. No comfy sitting for anyone right now!


Odhranos is slightly perturbed by the sudden reveal of two glowing eyes peering at him furiously from the darkness, but such a thing isn’t beyond the realm of normality in the Mages Guild. What does get his attention, after the candles have been ignited and Magik has been revealed owner of the angry luminescent gaze, is when the furious elf tears the robes from his grasp and grabs him, shoving him into the middle of the room. Odhranos is utterly bewildered by this turn of events and remains as such until Magik screams his question in his ear. The terramancer stands, shocked for a moment, before his expression curdles. “What was that? What the f*** was that, you ask?” The terramancer turns and stares down the elf with feral eyes. “For the first time, I actually start to question the sh** this Guild has had me do, and try to beg, no PLEAD, for this catastrophe to be stopped before it can begin and all I have gotten for my troubles is abuse!” Odhranos steps up close to Magik, bringing their faces mere inches apart and he screams in the Veneficus’ face. “Do you have even the faintest f***ing notion the hell that I have gone through for this Guild!!??” Odhranos shoves Magik with vengeful force, then follows him, keeping the distance between them as he continues to roar. “I killed thousands in Trist’Oth, purely under the orders of the Guild, and even as I had vomit and tears staining my face, I followed my orders like the diligent f***ing Steward I was! In Venturil, I tore living creatures apart with my bare hands, because the Guild decided that they were no longer worthy of life!” Odhranos’ voice has begun to crack with the strain and it is apparent that tears are burgeoning in his wild eyes. “For the past six months, I have had to exhaust myself day in, day out, so that when night falls, I haven’t the energy to have nightmares. Because when I do, I see fields of dead that would have Vakmatharas wetting his pants.” Odhranos shoves Magik once more, though his strength is weaker, and instead of pushing him away, Odhranos’ hands grip the front of his shirt, as if he is holding on for dear life. “I tried to leave, I wanted to be left alone to research, but they offered me the chair on the Council and I thought-” Odhranos’ voice breaks as he begins crumpling, his legs slowly failing him. “-I thought I could make a change! I thought maybe… maybe I could prevent anyone else from going through what I did.” Odhranos’ back shudders as he heaves in a racking sob, as he plants his forehead against Magik’s chest. “I...I thought they’d listen! But, when I was out there at the table and I looked across at the Councillors-” Odhranos gulps for breath between sobs. “-all I could see was the pride and hunger in their eyes and I knew it was going to happen all over again!” Odhranos falls to his knees, though his hands stay clutching the hem of Magik’s shirt, as the terramancer shakes with suppressed sorrow. “I… had to do something! I couldn’t just stay silent.” Odhranos looks up, and his grey and golden eye are swimming, as tears track down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, his voice choking with even those few syllables.


Magikrios may be on to something with this hands on approach even though he wasn't currently teaching a class..or was he? Had this whole situation happened when he was first offered the Veneficus Auxilia position he might have just greeted Odhranos and let him go about his business. The recent months have really settled Magik into his unexpected job at the tower. Laying hands on anyone in the tower would have been out of question but here we are. The elf was more than comfortable in his position now. Magik's anger didn't diminish through the screaming in his face or the push back from the Magister, that in fact did set him back quite a few steps. He let Odhranos get everything off of his chest as those black eyes burned furiously at the human. Magik's hands remained at his sides as the terramancer broke down before him. Magik wouldn't dare look down on the man before him though. He respected him too much. His fiery eyes remained forward instead. Before Odh could finish his apology, Magik gripped at Odh's clothing to pull him back up to his feet, twisting his clothes within his hands to pull him back up into the elf's face. Magik practically snarled, "Giving yourself to someone who has NO F****** AUTHORITY HERE IS NOT HOW WE DO SHIT!" One more solid push should put a few feet of distance between the two men. Magik's demeanor quickly changes as he collects himself. Talk about a 180, the Veneficus coolly speaks, "You are no good to anyone here if you are locked up in Larket. There's alot of people here that really look up to you, Odh..And there's obviously a lot of issues that you need to sort out and come to terms with..and quick, Odhranos..Now, take a moment to breathe. Calm yourself and your mind."


Odhranos screws up his eyes against the verbal battering that assaults him as he his hauled to his feet once more, then get shoved backwards. Throwing his stance long so he doesn't trip in the thick carpet, Odh seems to assume a fighting stance, though his hands dangle limp at his sides and his head still hangs, eyes focused on the floor. After a moment of silence, the mage sniffs, raising his arm to wipe his face, smearing the grey fabric of his sleeve, but Odhranos is heedless of such things at the moment. "I thought-" the mage begins, his voice still hoarse and weak in the aftermath of his rant; "-that I could buy some time. The Council were two sharp tongued insults from having Macon's axe take heads, I needed a way to buy time." Odhranos sighs, dragging his palm over his face to wipe the last traces of tears and spittle from his cheeks. "I should have spoken out before we ever went to Larket, but I hadn't the balls then; I thought better I pay for it now than have someone else lose their life for my weakness." Odhranos raises his head, fixing Magik with a bleary, but hard glare. "I'm sh** sick of people dying. Time and time again, this continent tears itself apart, because someone didn't have the stomach to stand up and speak before the swords were drawn. In that moment, at that table, I could have stayed silent, or I could have spoken up. And I know that had I said nothing, I'd never sleep a night in my life again, with the disgust I'd feel for myself." Odhranos' face hardens, his eyebrows furrowing with anger. "And frankly, I don't give a flying f*** who looks up to me. This is beyond appearances and reputation. This is my humanity that I'm fighting for." Odhranos balls his fists and grits his teeth. "Time and time again, this Guild calls to commit acts that would curl the hairs of even the most hardened soldier, and we're supposed to just do what? Walk it off? Go bury our nose in a book till the next genocide?" Odhranos raises his hand and grasps the front of his robes, balling the fabric up in his fist. "I can't keep living like that, Magik! I can't keep sacrificing my humanity like that, losing more and more of myself with every passing day! I look in the mirror, and I am horrified by how prim and put together I look, knowing what I've done!" Odhranos throws his arms up as if he is going to shout, but the energy leaves him and his hands fall to his sides once again. "I'm just terrified, what happens if one day, I look in that mirror… and I'm not disgusted anymore? When it all just becomes normal?" Odhranos shakes his head, staring at the floor and beyond into oblivion. "I won't be me anymore. I won't be human anymore. And the thought of that scares me more than anything that King Macon or his pyre could do to me."


"Oh, Odh," the Lyastri says softly, "I'm not here to fight you." He takes a few steps towards the human and folds his arms infront of his chest in a non-threatening manner to listen to the man's words. Magik remains very attentive as Odh's words fill the room. He studies the man's body language and his words to match. "This man needs to meditate," is the general consensus Magik is gathering. Normally the Veneficus would light some herbs and have Odh sit down, relax, blah blah blah, but there was no time for that. "Man to man.." the elf pauses and chooses his next words carefully. He takes a couple more steps towards the Magister and stops within reach incase Odh needs to be shaken up again. Magik's arms remained folded as he straightens his own posture, puffing out his chest a bit as those deep dark fiery eyes continue to study his colleague. The Lyastri hasn't been beating around the bush lately when it comes to getting his point across. He was firm and direct with Kaaname. He's even more direct with the members of his secret organization that walk this very tower. Veneficus D'Chath and Magikrios were one in the same but with different attitudes. Odhranos has been getting a feel of Magikrios outside of these walls during this entire encounter. He wouldn't dare act this way infront of his students but the Larketian situation started reaching far beyond the Guild's walls as soon as they took Quintessa, Magik's right hand in the SoS, prisoner. "..Are you going to let that meltdown become your legacy? The man who crumbled before a tyrannical king? Or are you going to come to terms with everything that you've been through and let it fuel you? The only path is forward, Odhranos. We've all done terrible shit in the past but that's where it should remain." Magik unfolds his arms to press a firm finger into Odhranos' chest, looking him in the eyes, "Now what are you going to do? What are -we- going to do?"


Odhranos tilts his head to the side and regards Magik with an expression that bears a hurt that seems to stretch back years, a loss that has been eating at the terramancer from within, everyday of his life. “Don’t talk to me about legacies, Magik.” Odhranos’ tone is soft, tired, even lonely in it’s quietness. “I’ve never wanted anything more than a quiet, honest life. The only legacy I’ve ever been interested in is a family and a fond remembrance.” Odhranos sighs, a worn thin breath, as the mage shakes his head in dejection. “I learned very early on that the stage of kings and emperors is not for the likes of me. But time and again, I am called to the dias and time and again I bring misfortune because of it.” The terramancer wraps his arms about himself, though no chill pervades the darkened room, Odhranos feels cold. “It would better serve everyone if I were written off as a madman, the weak mage who could not stomach the affairs of kingdoms. I’ve done enough harm, and I’m tired of failure.” Odhranos spreads his arms wide and faces Magik with a despairing smile. “And yet, I still can’t walk away. Any sane person would have left by now, if they felt how I felt. They’d be half a continent away, and happier for it. But I can’t bring myself to abandon this home I’ve found.” Odhranos laughs, a dry unhappy laugh, but a resigned one. “I’m sure it’ll drive me into an early grave, but if my legacy is as tarnished as you say, then I’ve little else to lose. .” The terramancer kneads his temples and sighs exasperatedly. “Right. Sit. Listen to me. Answer my questions. I need another mind to bounce things off.” The tone of voice Odhranos now employs is brusque, blunt, no doubt employed as a means of keeping the terramancer himself on track, but it is a sight more productive compared to his emotional outbursts. “The Council has shown no sign of swaying in their stance with regard complying with Larket. Brenwyn seems possessed with the honour of the Guild, and he has the rest of the Council on his side.” Odhranos frowns as he speaks, but continues. “The Larket delegation has proven equally bull-headed in their stance. No ground was made and no ground will be made unless something is done to break the stalemate.” Odhranos levels Magik with a stare that is dangerous in its intensity. “What I am about to say remains within these walls. Not a soul is to hear of what goes between us following this. Do you understand me, Veneficus? There is no room for misunderstanding or chicanery here.” Odhranos holds the Lyastri’s gaze, his previous mettle slowly returning with the severity of what is on his mind.


The elf remained focused on Odhranos' words. Sometimes letting someone vent their frustrations was the best medicine. With a few simple nods spread out here and there, Magik could notice the tone starting to change for the worse but then for the better. However, before Odh wanted to talk some secretive juiciness, Magik busts out with a little more direction, "Destiny has a funny way of manifesting itself. I think," he gestures to the room around him but he's really referring to the tower itself, "this is all happening for a reason, my friend. Maybe you needed to hit rock bottom before you are able to bring yourself back up stronger than before..like a phoenix does at the end of its lifespan." As cheesey as it was, Magik rolls up his left sleeve to reveal a phoenix outline tattoo that stretches from his wrist to his mid forearm. There's nothing fancy about it besides the curvy lines that shape the mystical bird. However, the tattoo pulsates and releases a small black cloud of smoke every once in a while. Magik holds his arm so Odh can get a look at it. The poor elf has crashed and burned many times in his life. Hopefully his last literal crash and rebirth in the desert was it for now. The Veneficus admires his own tattoo for a moment before returning his arms to the folded position, "I'm going to politely decline your invitation to have a seat and you'll see why..Now..before we further this conversation with my promise of confidentiality I need to just.." The pyromancer takes one more step towards the Magister. He closes his eyes for a short moment before a large orb of heat surrounds the two men. Magik smirks at his own trick. It never gets old. The room around them distorts as the thick wall of heat radiates but leaves the two inside generally unaffected by the magic. "There we are. We can hear out but no one can hear whatever words are about to be spoken." Magik matches Odh's eyes as he nods, "Not one word will be repeated."


Odhranos grimaces at Magik's turn of phrase. "Yes, well, that remains to be seen. I, like our Guild, have a lot further to fall before rock bottom. I pray we don't have the chance to take that dive." That said, Odhranos' eyes do light up a bit when Magik presents his tattoo. The inquisitive researcher can't resist leaning to take a closer look at the sinuous lines of the inking, waving away the plume of smoke before he can breath it in. "Exceptional handiwork. Commissioned? Or, acquired by chance?" Recollection of a tattoo bearing the marking of the ouroboros springs to mind, prompting the second part of Odhranos' question. When Magik wills his wall of heat into being, Odhranos takes a step back to admire the ward, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the shimmering air, instead squinting to try make out the room beyond. "Fascinating. I hadn't thought of using extreme heat as a deadening medium but now that I see it firsthand, the principle seems almost obvious. Perhaps, if repurposed…" The terramancer cuts himself off before he spirals down a tangent; truly the easiest way to distract this mage's mind is to present some arcane novelty to him, even the simplest of magics provide boundless fascination. Tearing his eyes away from the barrier, Odhranos accepts Magik's word with a stern creasing of his brow. After gathering himself, the mage speaks plainly; "If we want to have any hope of a peaceful outcome between the Guild and Larket, the child must be returned to Larketian custody. With or without the Council's approval." Odhranos' expression is severe, he is aware of the implications of what he is suggesting. "At this point, the Council has chosen it's stance, and nothing short of a calamity will shift them. They are a lost cause. Unless we act now, war is inevitable." The terramancer chews his lip, pondering his own suggestion, as he awaits Magik's response. "Treason or War, that's what it's come down to."


Magikrios didn't react to Odh's words about hitting rock bottom. If that wasn't Odhranos at his worst than the Veneficus is glad he's having this conversation now. As Odh starts to geek out with the tattoo and the noise suppression, Magik suggests another meeting, "Let's save this chit-chat for another time, yeah? I'd be glad to sit down with you and discuss such things over tea or whatever your preferred drink is." As business resumes, Magik becomes very animate about his stance, "The obvious choice is treason even though we both know this isn't really treason. It only is because the Council is too full of themselves." Magik pauses for a short moment, "The boy needs to go back to Larket. If he chooses he wants to come back, it'll be done the proper way. I'm not going to sit here and point fingers. That's not my style. These are the cards and this is how they should be played, in my opinion." Magikrios' dark eyes look to the magic around them continuing to hide their conversation then focus back on Odhranos' own pair, "Full confidentiality?" The elf hesitates but he's already gone this far. "I have a network that deals in behind the scenes happenings all throughout Lithrydel. Some of these members, who shall remain unnamed, walk around freely within the Guild. I can get the boy back to Larket undetected." Magik's look is firm. He didn't need to say it but the elf tends to keep this information away from public knowledge.


Odhranos nods sternly, even as his stomach churns with the thought of it. Right or wrong, the council bears a stranglehold over the Guild, and until such a time as it is overthrown or otherwise deposed, an act against the Council constitutes an act against the Guild. When Magik reveals his secret network, Odhranos can’t help but raise an eyebrow. Sure, the notion is unsurprising, almost all Guild members have a life outside of the Tower’s walls, but bringing your external influence to bear within the Guild’s ranks is, well, alarming to say the least. However, the terramancer is willing to conceded that in this instance, it may just play in their favour. “Then we act now, before the Council has time to react. I have no love or trust for Brenwyn, but I can appreciate the man’s efficiency. If even so much as a whisper gets out, our one chance of peace will be whisked out of reach.” Odhranos’ expression is firm, his conviction set in stone. “In a minute, drop the barrier. We leave this room, then part ways. The boy’s room is four floors above us. You approach from the East wing, I’ll come from the West. The guards will stand aside if I order them to, then when they’ve left,I will hand the boy over to you. Whatever means you have to take, get him back to Larket. We’ll deal with the fallout after peace is secured.” A sudden air of command surrounds the terramancer, a striking confidence that had been utterly absent mere minutes previous. It would seem the Veneficus’ techniques have produced results.


Magik stifled a smirk at Odhranos' sudden display of confidence. Just before the barrier was called off, the elf nods, "I can personally get him out of here with no hint that the boy is accompanying me. However, the closer we get to Larket from Kelay is when my 'friends' come into play. He'll be delivered directly to his home. I just hope word reaches Macon before he comes back. Larket is one area I do not have a Hand in. That's next.." The elf pauses as he catches himself saying too much. Could Odh be trusted? Sure, but the less Odh knew, the better. At least for now."I'll lag behind to avoid being seen by the guards. Two ranking members in the same hallway may be a little off putting, yeah?" With that, Magik takes a deep breath in causing the protective barrier to fizzle out. A warm smile falls on his features as he gets into his Veneficus demeanor. It's a little odd how he turns that attitude on and off in an instant. A talent, perhaps? Magik speaks no further words as he turns and collects his robes off of the floor first. He hangs them up properly and dusts them off. The cushions are next. They are fluffed and stacked neatly. Magik hums peacefully to himself as he tidies up and even wastes time at the alter rearranging everything over and over again. After a fair amount of time has passed, Magik heads four floors up and approaches from the east. He keeps his Veneficus persona on, nodding and waving to any passing students. He even stops one or two to offer them some direction before their next meditation classes before continuing on to meet Odh outside of the boy's room. "Ready?"


Odhranos lets out a tense sigh as the barrier drops. Finally, something was being done, something that might sate the horrible feelings he had been drowning in for the past few weeks. “Good. We’ll discuss more later.” Odhranos nods, his eyes focused as he straightens his robes and heads for the stairs, shoulders squared and chin raised. After leaving the meditation centre, the Magister heads straight for the boy’s room, climbing the spiral staircase until he reaches the residential level, in the upper portion of the tower. Set aside for high-ranking visitors and staff, the corridors are more open and airy, decadent even. As Odhranos’ shoes tread silently in the lush red carpet, he rounds the sweeping curve of the corridor and spies the two Xalious Arcane guards posted outside the boy’s room. “Gentlemen. I have some questions I’d like to pose to the boy. Go downstairs and I’ll inform you when you can retake your post.” Odhranos’ tone is kindly, but has a firmness to it, posing it most definitely as an order rather than a request. Nonetheless, one of the guards raises a query. “Magister, we were posted at the orders of the Council not to allow anyone in or out of the room-” The middle aged arcane guard is cut off as Odhranos raises a hand, cutting him off. “I can understand that my promotion was recent enough that not everyone in the Arcane Guard has been informed, but as a member of the Council, I represent its will. Now, stand aside. You may resume your post in due course.” Odhranos’ eyes are flinty-sharp and after bowing, the guards proceed down the corridor towards the stairs. Odhranos watches them leave, before Magik appears around the far end of the gently curved corridor. “Indeed. Let’s proceed quickly. I can’t guarantee those guards won’t send word to Brenwyn, so we are under time pressure.” Odhranos reaches for the door handle, and with two taps on the polished brass, the door unlocks, allowing the terramancer to twist the handle and push the door open. “Peter? Hello? It’s Magis-, ehh, Provost Kerrigan. We met before. I’m here to help you return to-” Odhranos’ voice trails off as he pushes the door open and notices the chill in the air. Eyes wide, he rushes into the room, and with a growing panic, he glances around the room, taking in the scene. The room was a mess, dressers knocked over, fabrics torn from the canopy of the bedframe, which was itself dragged halfway across the room to the open window. Tied around the bedpost, a knotted rope of bedsheet drapes out the window and over the windowsill. Odhranos’ heart leaps into his throat and he rushes across to the windowsill. Out beyond, the wind howls around the upper portion of the Guild tower, whipped up by the channelling effect of the valley, while an ominous grey sky presides over the mountain range. Odhranos follows the makeshift rope down the side of the tower, which had remained hidden from view by virtue of facing onto the forest to the rear of the tower. The rope is formed of knotted curtains, bedsheets and draperies and flaps about in the wind as it trails down the glassy surface of the tower. Odhranos’ eyes follow the trailing fabric down, until it ends, and a long drop to the bushes below that conceal the ground, where he spots... The mage’s stomach curdles, as if he is about to vomit, and he hauls himself back in from the window, covering his mouth with one hand while he stares at Magik with wild and panicked eyes. “The child…” Odhranos whispers, his voice cracking as he strives to keep his stomach down.


Magikrios nods his head, "In and out. Let's do this." The Veneficus holds a hand out, "After you, Magister Kerrigan." Those fiery eyes scan the corridor as Odhranos makes his presence known and his introduction. However, as Odh stops, Magik takes in a deep breath then exhales through his nose as he enters the student's room as well. The scene before the men cannot be mistaken. Peter tried to escape. But, why? As Odhranos finally turned around to fill the Veneficus in, Magik quickly holds a finger to his own lips, "Don't do that, Odh. Keep it down." Meanwhile, Magik closes the door behind him then steps beside the human to get his own look at the scene below. The elf grabs hold of the bottom part of the window as he leans out as far as he can without falling out. One simple word is muttered under his breath and it rhymes with motherducker. He returns into the safety of the room but still stares out of the window, slamming a closed fist on the windowsill. "F***." His voice remains low as he turns around to face Odhranos once again. Magik folds his arms across his chest but then brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes to focus. Magik took another deep breath in then reopened his eyes, "We..Can fix this.." He thinks for a moment then sits down on the bed, "We need a shapeshifter. Someone needs to get that body as soon as possible..I can if need be. I know someone who can pass as the boy.." Magik stands back up and goes back to the window but doesn't peer out of it. He wouldn't want to attract too much attention. He simply gets some fresh air before he starts pacing back and forth, "Shapeshifter goes back to Larket with Macon..ends up going for a walk or whatever in a few days time. We throw the body somewhere..Our person slips out of disguise and discovers.." Magik pauses briefly, "No. Larket can find the boy..it'll look 'less' suspicious." He then looks to Odh hoping he's holding himself together enough to chime in.


Odhranos, despite managing not to retch violently, is now left hyperventilating, arguably in a worse state than he was before. A maelstrom of panic has swept him up and he now stumbles away from the window. Magik’s words bounce off him senselessly, and he has to grab one of the bedposts so as not to collapse to the ground. “No...nonononono…” Odhranos’ panic rises like a tide, threatening to drown him. In a frantic action, Odhranos bolts towards the window, shoving Magik aside and throwing his hand down towards the ground. With a growling shriek, three blades of stone erupt from the bushes, crashing together to form a pyramid of rock that encloses the corpse within it, sealing it from any who might come looking. Odhranos breaths heavily, then violently retches, spewing a stream of foul bile down the side of the tower, where it splatters against the stone pyramid below. Falling back from the window, Odhranos seems almost blind with panic, before a single thought coalesces in his mind, and his eyes suddenly blaze with a near-feral rage. “Brenwyn.” Odhranos growls, a torn sound that tears at his throat with its visceral fury. The terramancer turns, and with a single gesture, tears the door, open, before sprinting through the open passage and down the corridor beyond, disappearing from sight.


Magik doesn't protest the shove one bit. He peaks over Odh's shoulder to look at the hopefully temporary makeshift tomb for Peter. "That works, I guess," he thinks to himself. Peter is hidden from eyesight and any scavengers that might pick the poor boy piece by piece to ensure of their own survival. Circle of life and all.. The further less evidence of how long the boy has been dead, the better if the two decide to go forward with Magik's plan he just quickly threw together. As Odhranos pukes, Magik offers the man a few pats on his back, "There ya go. Let it out." The elf continues to peek over as he watches the pyramid get covered with some fresh puke. Magik's lip curls. Nasty. Odhranos falling back away from the window causes Magik to step to the side once more. He picks up on Odh's ill-advised panic but what can he do? As the Magister rushes out, Magik reaches out to grab him but misses by just a few inches. The elf shakes his head and lowers his hand. "Breathe, Odhranos.." is all the elf can say even if the terramancer is out of earshot by then. Once more, Magikrios sighs. He looks out of the open window yet again before pulling the makeshift rope back into the room and closes the window. The rope simply lays infront of the window as Magik looks about the room. A few more curse words are muttered before he exits the room and closes the door behind him. Now what? That Veneficus demeanor is gone once more as he quietly makes his way back down to the meditation center to reflect on what the hell just happened.