1st, Spring, 516 av
4th bell
Blackrock
The fingers slowly connected to each other in an elegant and precise formation of a steeple. It ended with one forefinger tapping the other as the steepled hand rested before the thin willow figure of a male. The tap of the finger was slow and consistent as was the shallow breath that exhaled as the man was deep in thought. He poured over his careful lists and plans. He picked up the scroll that had been a break in the search for the proper Host. A family line that tends to acquire the Healing Mark that wasn’t blasted Konti. That matriarchal race sensed things he didn’t want sensed. It was rather irritating and inconvenient.
Lucavius turned his head at the moan of his latest captive. The eyebrow went up as the sound gave him impetus to rise. He was strapped down to a table with strong leather as the thick gag that covered his mouth only revealed eyes that was horrified to find himself in such a position. The finger traced the design on his arm as it seemed to move. That same finger then went to the arm that was positioned palm up. It trailed to the vein that was pulsing right there. The mage went to tie a stout piece of cloth around the arm tightly and watched that vein plump up even more. That finger pressed into the vein experimentally as those eyes looked at that spot. “By Veritas I commend your essence and take thee unto the vessel for holding. “
Oddly he was speaking more to the blood than to his captive who by now was screaming through the gag. The vein was jabbed with an angled cut reed with no care as to the sentient that was attached to that vein. The blood poured from that read and into the waiting phylactery below. With a dispassionate yet curious expression he watched the man bleed out slowly and breathe his last as his heart simply stopped beating due to the lack of blood. Blood was a glorious and powerful tool. It held memory, it held essence, it held the conveyance in which physical life is sustained and there for maintains the vessel to which the chavi resides. This vessel could be greatly improved on. Blood also carried sickness, disease and contamination. There seemed to be some correlation of contamination of the body and of the chavi. His work was progressing in reaching heights of raising up that vessel that contains the soul so that it can be of a higher standing, thus the dark mage’s purpose. The phylactery was capped carefully and the glyphs activated to preserve the blood of this marked one. He waved to a servant who will render this body down to bone meal for the compost pile. The gardens will love the addition. A finger dipped at the end of the reed as a drop of blood was placed on his tongue as he regarded its flavor. It was rather salty for his tastes but that had to be expected for this race.
With equal casual efficiency, Lucavius sat at his desk and scribed a message to someone he knew in Kenash to acquire this specific target. His instructions would be precise. The plans were already under way but it was time and he repeated the instructions: Capture her, do no harm to her and she must remain intacked. The message courier took it to the falconer to send the message. The pale faced half symenestra took the phylactery and placed it gently on a shelf where there were several other phylacteries in similarly crafted vessels. He turned to a chained individual in a corner of the chamber and tossed him what could be perceived as a biscuit. The hand reached out and claimed it. It ignited and sent djed through the fingers of this hungry sentient. Those fingers hungrily fingered the design and etching. “Yes, learn those well Goren. More of what you hunger for will be yours. “ He said in that smooth voice as the addicted man almost moaned in want.
4th bell
Blackrock
The fingers slowly connected to each other in an elegant and precise formation of a steeple. It ended with one forefinger tapping the other as the steepled hand rested before the thin willow figure of a male. The tap of the finger was slow and consistent as was the shallow breath that exhaled as the man was deep in thought. He poured over his careful lists and plans. He picked up the scroll that had been a break in the search for the proper Host. A family line that tends to acquire the Healing Mark that wasn’t blasted Konti. That matriarchal race sensed things he didn’t want sensed. It was rather irritating and inconvenient.
Lucavius turned his head at the moan of his latest captive. The eyebrow went up as the sound gave him impetus to rise. He was strapped down to a table with strong leather as the thick gag that covered his mouth only revealed eyes that was horrified to find himself in such a position. The finger traced the design on his arm as it seemed to move. That same finger then went to the arm that was positioned palm up. It trailed to the vein that was pulsing right there. The mage went to tie a stout piece of cloth around the arm tightly and watched that vein plump up even more. That finger pressed into the vein experimentally as those eyes looked at that spot. “By Veritas I commend your essence and take thee unto the vessel for holding. “
Oddly he was speaking more to the blood than to his captive who by now was screaming through the gag. The vein was jabbed with an angled cut reed with no care as to the sentient that was attached to that vein. The blood poured from that read and into the waiting phylactery below. With a dispassionate yet curious expression he watched the man bleed out slowly and breathe his last as his heart simply stopped beating due to the lack of blood. Blood was a glorious and powerful tool. It held memory, it held essence, it held the conveyance in which physical life is sustained and there for maintains the vessel to which the chavi resides. This vessel could be greatly improved on. Blood also carried sickness, disease and contamination. There seemed to be some correlation of contamination of the body and of the chavi. His work was progressing in reaching heights of raising up that vessel that contains the soul so that it can be of a higher standing, thus the dark mage’s purpose. The phylactery was capped carefully and the glyphs activated to preserve the blood of this marked one. He waved to a servant who will render this body down to bone meal for the compost pile. The gardens will love the addition. A finger dipped at the end of the reed as a drop of blood was placed on his tongue as he regarded its flavor. It was rather salty for his tastes but that had to be expected for this race.
With equal casual efficiency, Lucavius sat at his desk and scribed a message to someone he knew in Kenash to acquire this specific target. His instructions would be precise. The plans were already under way but it was time and he repeated the instructions: Capture her, do no harm to her and she must remain intacked. The message courier took it to the falconer to send the message. The pale faced half symenestra took the phylactery and placed it gently on a shelf where there were several other phylacteries in similarly crafted vessels. He turned to a chained individual in a corner of the chamber and tossed him what could be perceived as a biscuit. The hand reached out and claimed it. It ignited and sent djed through the fingers of this hungry sentient. Those fingers hungrily fingered the design and etching. “Yes, learn those well Goren. More of what you hunger for will be yours. “ He said in that smooth voice as the addicted man almost moaned in want.
