23 May 2012
Sorry it's a bit late guys, but, hope you like it!
My thoughts were interrupted by voices. Voices and footsteps. The sound slicing harshly through the night. "Do you have the pentacle ready?" a sly, commanding voice, obviously in charge. "yes, master," A smaller, weaker voice this time. "and he cannot summon death or the dead?" "Yes, master. It is secure." "Good. Now, let's see what we can get out of this necro explorer, spy, liver. Whatever they're calling them these days." God. Were they talking about me? The voices soon became embodied and two men came into view. One tall and slender, obviously the owner of the first voice. He had clean, close cropped hair, shaved into an arrow-like mark on his forehead. He also had thin, narrow sideburns leading into a viciously sharp goatee. He had a long, cruel face, and eyes alike to those of a snake's. He wore a long, blood red cloak which swirled around him like living fabric. The weaker voice belonged to the second man. He walked slowly, with a slight limp. He was shorter, and had darting, nervous, rodent-like eyes. He also wore red, but rags, the remains of an already pitiful garment. They both walked with long, tridents, with handles of black wood and the points another blood red colour. Who were these people? The first man walked in to the pentacle, and up to me. Then he opened his cruel, hard mouth. And spoke. "My name is Darrius Finn. Welcome to hell."
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Necromancer Part 4 • Opuss № I