Flashback Oaths of the undead (Eva)

[Vick]

Spring 1 421 AV

His chest moved up and down at last as his undead lungs filled with air before letting the air leave his body though his nose. He had been so very still for so long as he watched the docks move with life. A shipment was being unloaded as a few people talked to the golems.

A lone figure was standing a bit further away from the docks yet the figure was rather tiny compared to the sailors. If they looked closely they would have seen the figure was just a child watching them. Really the child was not even looking like a threat but it was Sahova afterall. Vick had to wonder if they even took note of him as the goods were put on the dock. They had so many other things to worry about that did not deal with the nuit watching over. For all he knew they paid him no mind. It felt like half the island paid him no mind but that did not bother him all that much.

A few years ago he had reached a new peak of power in his world magic. He now was able to craft more powerful artifacts within the use of the dead but even with that little bit of status he still felt like he was nothing compared to the larger picture in the islands life. He had to improve. He had to do more things to show that he was worthy of note. Just what he had no idea yet but he was hoping a request had come in on the boat he had sent out almost a season ago.

He had made a few rather odd requests last season and he was told it would have taken time for that to come about. He had sent in for mages of different races that knew Shielding magic but not the whole body but the ribs of them. Also he had made a request for a few Ivaski bodies. The Ivaski were a dog breed that were common in Mura but they had telepathic gifts to some people.

Both sets of projects made him jump in a lot of holes with paperwork and even dealing with more people than he had deemed but he had made his case about both projects but he knew he was going to be watched closely with them and his results were going to be judged harshly one way or another.

Vick was known for his world magic and not as a powerful or feared wizard in the island. While his world magic did bring out power and could cause death and fear it took time. He did not have power over flame, wind or even really the void to send things to at will. A part of him felt like this was going to limit him in the long road of power but he just turned around and walked back towards the labs.

He had work to do. Work that he had to focus on if he was to make any standings within the island. He was still far away from being called a true master of malediction but he would soon have that title.

It was to be another normal day or so he thought...

[Evalin]

The rocking of the ship had become a constant over the last five days of travel, and Evalin had long since grown weary of it. She had only ridden upon ships a handful of times, and yet they never failed to make her regret the decision. This time, however, there was indeed a very good reason for putting up with the suffering of seaward travel.

Sahova... She thought as she rested upon one of the crates below deck, Soon I shall arrive in the city of my people... Strange how this feels almost like a homecoming rather than a visit to an unknown land.

She had read about the great Citadel of the Nuits, of its vast history and knowledge in the ancient arts. It was a figure of eternity, a wayward island trapped and separate from the flow of time. This was a place where the vast knowledge of the world could be found, and it was also where Evalin knew she would find what she sought.

The great libraries of Zeltiva are but shelves of children's books compared to the unfathomable knowledge stored within these walls. Perhaps, finally, I might find what I seek...

From on deck the immortal heard the shouts of men and the stomping of hundreds of feet as the ship was made ready to dock. Standing slowly Evalin collected her staff, moving to walk up the staircase to the deck herself for the first glimpse of what would be her home for some time. After moving to the railing Evalin was immediately struck with a notion. The harbor was silent, and nothing seemed to move or stir. There was a chill in the air that was born not from in climate weather, but seemed to come from the island itself. Casting her gaze farther up Evalin could see the vast looming structure of the Citadel wedged within the mouth of an long extinct volcano. Upon the dock she saw numerous rolling contraptions, great cylinders on treads that moved about performing one task or another. Ship hands worked in silence, quickly moving the cargo stored in the hull of the ship onto the lands for inspection by the humanoid golems there.

"My... It is ever stranger than I imagined..." She whispered to herself, leaning over the railing a bit farther to see more of the docks. Once the way was clear Evalin moved to depart from the ship, and finally hit fit landed upon the sands of the Undead Isle... Looking around her Evalin wondered what she should do, where she should go? In truth the woman had learned very little about what truly happened when one ventured into Sahova. Was there an escort? Did she have to fill out paper work? Uncertain Evalin stood close to the docks, awaiting either one of the communicator to speak with her, or perhaps someone else...

[Vick]

Vick was not sure what made him do it. Really he should have turned back and walked towards the island letting the golems do the work. Yet for some odd reason Vick made his way down towards the docks while they were unloading the ship and dealing with the fun little golem that made life easy.

Maybe it was due to the fact he wanted to know if his bones came in or maybe it was to see new life so to speak. As his little feet touched the docks he pulled forth his djed into his eyes as his Auristics as he looks around the docks. The sailors he saw he knew from the last boat a few months back. They did not make any eye contact due to the fear they held over the island. The golem paid him no mind as he walked past him yet the young child like nuit stopped in his tracks as his eyes saw a young female on the docks coming off the ship.

Her aura told him everything he wanted to know as he focused his powers along her and her alone. The young undead childs eyes filled with glee yet it was not a happy look that a normal child would hold. It was twisted and dark as if he saw the darkness of the void and lived.

He knew she was a mage of sorts. He knew she was no longer human but he could tell that without his magic for he saw the dark lips upon her face, the darker eyes and the way she looked. As more as he saw her the more he wanted her.

Yet the way he looked at her was not the way a normal person would look at something. He looked more like he saw her as a lost pet that needed a home. Yet even in that sense it was more darker. It went deeper than just ownership but something twisted with animalist shades within his eyes as his smile grew along his own cold face.

He just walked towards her stopping just feet of her. His eyes looking up as he was just a young child of maybe eight or nine. His red hair pulling in a small ponytail, his outfit was just basic bland tunic and pants with leather shoes. Really it was far from looking important and he knew it made him look like a random slave but that was far from the truth. He just loved to make people hold false information on him when looking at him. It was a game to him and a game he had played for so very long.

“You, You shall follow yes.”

His voice was broken, rough with an edge of soreness as if he had not spoken in awhile. It was common but the words seemed thicker and slower than how a person who grew up around it would use it. Yet the words really in the end were not a question or request.

Maybe she would think he was here to move her to the island since she was a Nuit? Maybe she thought he was just a lapdog for someone higher and not one of the few true wizards of the island? He was not sure but the look he held in his eyes would tell a far different story as his look slowly melted and turned into a glare of sorts. Intimidation was not his best suit but he still could try to be as he waited for her to make her step forward.

Normally the golem would have stopped Vicks request or at least summon forth a overseer golem but Vick held enough power within the island to bypass that rule. He did not always hold that type of power but it was something new and fun to use. The golem knew this and would not bat an eyelash as people called it as the young child waited for his new found pet to join him.

Yet maybe she would be lucky and just call him a lap dog and guide. He would really enjoy that so very much.