by Archelon on November 28th, 2011, 3:30 am
The face within the mist looked serenely at him a moment, not filled with malice , just solemn acceptance of his reticence to discuss, and “Ah but you are Our brethren, diluted though your blood in life might have been. We sense in you a kindred spirit, Tempered Aggression, controlled vengeance, and a purpose of seeking something beyond yourself... for a young ghost- you intrigue Us."
A small tendril of ghost mist would reach out to touch Mortis' own makeup. "I sense within your spirit a connection to someone living, or one you believe to be living. I cannot see such a connection clearly, but if you help Us out I may be able to help you in the future recall those memories. But there is danger inherent in what is required to protect this town tonight, even if many do not deserve, and your skills seem weak.. I must test them."
“That seems logical but that’s what any would say.”
“Then I will prove my intentions brethren… I sense how you were born in sunberth. Through the longest line of indentured thralls in the mind… yet still may have borne Our Blood. Bastard line perhaps, I cannot tell... but you do not seem like many of the craeven; merely mixed, apart... perhaps a wild card? Yes definitely a wild card, but one worthy of a chance to become stronger to protect what you wish, find what you can, and conquer for your vengeance. You will have to ponder whether to manipulate fleshlings though, or to seek out those who might help you on their own accords so long as you can negotiate. There is a party close by here that will need help. If you agree, I will send you to them. ” Through the mist, the face whispered its thoughts controlling a line of other eldritch whispers , sending word across Sunberth's bay to Lodestar Isle. From a whispered word, deep in the catacombs a skeletal hand would open a void, and through that void a vial of clear soulmist would be passed through the anchor to emerge from one portal near the ghosts feet. The mixture of soulmist was clear, potent... potent beyond most measures and sitting there.
For a moment, in his vision through the voided portal he would have glimpsed the skeletal figure of a nuit peering into a pool of water much like the one Doler had been staring at. The eyes would recognize the vial for what it was- one of the most precious substance for a ghost. Soul mist... but not looking as any spiritist he knew might have fashioned it. It was far too old to his ghostly senses.
The features of the ghost in front of him reformed after a tendril took a a small sip of the vial in front of them both after unpopping its cork. A figure of a young woman of regal features came to be seen. It's eyes holding a kindness many ghosts never held. ”My name is Lucerne little one, Lucerne Leywellin, last of the Leywellins, grand oathed to our Purpose of Vigiliance. May I ask you your name as well now that you know mine?”
Throwing the cork to him the ghost made a demand. "Lift that as you speak to me. Soon you will take its nourishment to recover after your skills have been tested fully. At that time, whether you agree to assist the town or not... or run to flee this crisis I will leave you be."
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Archelon on November 28th, 2011, 8:23 am, edited 1 time in total.
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