“Thomas, Please meet me within my lab. It’s time we play a game once again.” It was a simple letter that was not signed but Vick found no need for it to be signed or dated as the letter was sent off to Thomas from another pusler. Vick knew Thomas would know the letter by heart or at least would hope that would be the case but it had been almost a season since the two had last met.
The last meeting did not go that great as Vick used a new Malediction artifact and fought Thomas hand to hand. Not only did Vick wound Thomas but he knew he hurt his pride as well. Since then the two have kept their space which was easy enough for Vick since he kept it either his lab or was off inflicting pain to a slave for research.
Yet this was a time now for Vick and Thomas to meet again however Vick had no reason to play with Thomas other than use him as a test subject. Yet this game was not meant for him but for the other undead, ghosts, they were still an issue to Vick even with his status of a wizard. If a ghost wanted to it could have its way with Vick and it was past time for Vick to fix that issue.
Books about Spiritism were stacked on his table, a black board was moved to face the left wall with two good chairs were placed in front of it. The chairs were made out of a deep wood with feather cushions on the bottoms and back. Something Vick was borrowing for the day.
It was a small set up but a setup nonetheless for them to work and study under. Vick could not recall if he knew or not if Thomas could speak or read in Nader-Canoch which the books were made for but Vick would show a branch of faith and help. At least for now as Vick knew he could use Thomas later but in the end even today could have been one of his childish mood swings.
The letter was sent late at night and Vick would wait until Thomas came. Really Vick did not even know it was that late for nuits never did sleep and he learned long ago not to think about the passing of time inside the walls of the isle. The board was empty, the many books stacked along his cleared and empty desk which just left Vick alone for his own musings.
His dead unblinking eyes passed over the room of his many item creations and a sack near the chairs. The sack just held a few food items for the lesson. Eggs, sacks of flour and cheese which Vick was told was what most started out with but he would understand that later. In the meantime Vick just picked up a simple small block of wood, a quill with ink and his set of carving tools and went to work.
His first goal was just to draw a few outlines on the block. His drawing skills were slowly getting better but Vick knew he would have to really start trying harder to get better with his crafting skills. His crafting skills he felt were his drawing skills, carving and even painting skills. Painting was just more of a side track even compared to other things like Voiding as painting was just to hide malediction he started long ago.
Yet drawing and carving were one in the same to him. He both had to have both on the same levels that he would call great as he had to use them daily for his malediction craft. He knew his craft was suffering from his lack of crafting and he had to fix that. So in his spare time he would dabble around in hopes to get better over time.
He was having a hard time trying to picture what to draw yet he knew something would come as he looked around his lab. It did not take him long before he started with a circle along the face of the block. A light touch of the tip of the quill moved along the surface and coming down to the right, curve at the bottom and back up to the top.
Circles were easy for him as anyone with the slightest hint of drawing could do them however more than that he had to draw so many so often for his real passion. Yet this was just not going to be a circle along the surface of the block.
At the most bottom point of the circle, along the right edge he made a line down, curving it at the bottom just a bit and back up to the left making the second design into a barrel shape along the circle.
A smaller curved line was formed on the left and right of the circle and barrel shaped. The image was slowly coming to life as he made two more circles this time in the center and along with two thin triangular shapes below that.
The image was a skull that was forming. The circle was the head, the barrel shape was the skull, two curved lines on the side were cheekbones and the circles and triangular shapes were eyes and nose.
A line was formed to fill out the mandible and vertical lines were made to show the teeth along the skull. Before long more vertical lines were formed at the top to give the image in the wood more depth and slow the top of the skull and forehead more protruded in nature and for the viewer.
It was not a bad skull but he saw mistakes. The lines just were not perfect enough and the image did not strike him as art. His jaw was too much round and not pointed enough, his cheekbones just looked more out of place with the eyes and the idea of the nose seemed off.
How long had passed since he started? He was not sure but Thomas still was not in the room so Vick just pulled out an iron pick and started tracing along the block of wood carving every so lightly into the image.
The drawing was to be used as a template for the carving stage. Carving had a lot of different stages but Vick mainly used just a few and a iron pick the most to indent his items as things did not have to look fancy or a lot of work as long as he could make it work in the end. Yet he was trying to get better as well so he could one day make statues with great detail.
The tip of the pick moved along the top filling in the ink filled surface, his hands were rough still and the movements were not smoothed out like he wanted in his head but it was still a passable job for something that would not be used.
The shreds of wood fell to the ground along with the dust as Vick filled his dead lungs with air before blowing along the surface of the image as he kept going. Really he could do this forever and not be tired from his joints. He could not even recall what tired felt like anymore as the years of time made him lose his grip on the living in many different fashions but the thought never crossed his mind that he forgot something so simple in his search for power.
It was then that Vick was brought back to the present as his door did not open but was closed, his head turning and a smile touching his lips as he greeted the new figure that was guest in his world.
The last meeting did not go that great as Vick used a new Malediction artifact and fought Thomas hand to hand. Not only did Vick wound Thomas but he knew he hurt his pride as well. Since then the two have kept their space which was easy enough for Vick since he kept it either his lab or was off inflicting pain to a slave for research.
Yet this was a time now for Vick and Thomas to meet again however Vick had no reason to play with Thomas other than use him as a test subject. Yet this game was not meant for him but for the other undead, ghosts, they were still an issue to Vick even with his status of a wizard. If a ghost wanted to it could have its way with Vick and it was past time for Vick to fix that issue.
Books about Spiritism were stacked on his table, a black board was moved to face the left wall with two good chairs were placed in front of it. The chairs were made out of a deep wood with feather cushions on the bottoms and back. Something Vick was borrowing for the day.
It was a small set up but a setup nonetheless for them to work and study under. Vick could not recall if he knew or not if Thomas could speak or read in Nader-Canoch which the books were made for but Vick would show a branch of faith and help. At least for now as Vick knew he could use Thomas later but in the end even today could have been one of his childish mood swings.
The letter was sent late at night and Vick would wait until Thomas came. Really Vick did not even know it was that late for nuits never did sleep and he learned long ago not to think about the passing of time inside the walls of the isle. The board was empty, the many books stacked along his cleared and empty desk which just left Vick alone for his own musings.
His dead unblinking eyes passed over the room of his many item creations and a sack near the chairs. The sack just held a few food items for the lesson. Eggs, sacks of flour and cheese which Vick was told was what most started out with but he would understand that later. In the meantime Vick just picked up a simple small block of wood, a quill with ink and his set of carving tools and went to work.
His first goal was just to draw a few outlines on the block. His drawing skills were slowly getting better but Vick knew he would have to really start trying harder to get better with his crafting skills. His crafting skills he felt were his drawing skills, carving and even painting skills. Painting was just more of a side track even compared to other things like Voiding as painting was just to hide malediction he started long ago.
Yet drawing and carving were one in the same to him. He both had to have both on the same levels that he would call great as he had to use them daily for his malediction craft. He knew his craft was suffering from his lack of crafting and he had to fix that. So in his spare time he would dabble around in hopes to get better over time.
He was having a hard time trying to picture what to draw yet he knew something would come as he looked around his lab. It did not take him long before he started with a circle along the face of the block. A light touch of the tip of the quill moved along the surface and coming down to the right, curve at the bottom and back up to the top.
Circles were easy for him as anyone with the slightest hint of drawing could do them however more than that he had to draw so many so often for his real passion. Yet this was just not going to be a circle along the surface of the block.
At the most bottom point of the circle, along the right edge he made a line down, curving it at the bottom just a bit and back up to the left making the second design into a barrel shape along the circle.
A smaller curved line was formed on the left and right of the circle and barrel shaped. The image was slowly coming to life as he made two more circles this time in the center and along with two thin triangular shapes below that.
The image was a skull that was forming. The circle was the head, the barrel shape was the skull, two curved lines on the side were cheekbones and the circles and triangular shapes were eyes and nose.
A line was formed to fill out the mandible and vertical lines were made to show the teeth along the skull. Before long more vertical lines were formed at the top to give the image in the wood more depth and slow the top of the skull and forehead more protruded in nature and for the viewer.
It was not a bad skull but he saw mistakes. The lines just were not perfect enough and the image did not strike him as art. His jaw was too much round and not pointed enough, his cheekbones just looked more out of place with the eyes and the idea of the nose seemed off.
How long had passed since he started? He was not sure but Thomas still was not in the room so Vick just pulled out an iron pick and started tracing along the block of wood carving every so lightly into the image.
The drawing was to be used as a template for the carving stage. Carving had a lot of different stages but Vick mainly used just a few and a iron pick the most to indent his items as things did not have to look fancy or a lot of work as long as he could make it work in the end. Yet he was trying to get better as well so he could one day make statues with great detail.
The tip of the pick moved along the top filling in the ink filled surface, his hands were rough still and the movements were not smoothed out like he wanted in his head but it was still a passable job for something that would not be used.
The shreds of wood fell to the ground along with the dust as Vick filled his dead lungs with air before blowing along the surface of the image as he kept going. Really he could do this forever and not be tired from his joints. He could not even recall what tired felt like anymore as the years of time made him lose his grip on the living in many different fashions but the thought never crossed his mind that he forgot something so simple in his search for power.
It was then that Vick was brought back to the present as his door did not open but was closed, his head turning and a smile touching his lips as he greeted the new figure that was guest in his world.
