Post by Decimas on Apr 9, 2006 2:24:54 GMT -5
Moans and groans of the dead could be heard all throughout the catacombs beneath Decimas’ tomb as the drones of his living dead workforce march mindlessly about the tunnels, digging dirt from the walls and hauling it about to the entrance where others took it out to the lake with the wheel barrows. Deep inside the catacombs Decimas was working in a large room at the end of the tunnels where the ground came close to the lake outside. Wandering about the room, the necromancer circled the enormous frame of a half done Golem. Built of bone and muscle tissues, this golem seemed it would stand a good twenty feet tall, bearing what seemed to be a behemoth of a beasts hip as one arm, with the skull and jaw of a carnivorous dinasoar where any other creatures hand or paw would be.
Decimas had been working on this project for some time and had been making considerable progress. He was very proud of his creation, the beast that would soon walk the streets of Karador. It was time to bring in a more menacing threat to the city; time to bring in a troop of greater destruction and mayem. This mammoth of a golem would innevitably cause a lot of damage to the kingdom, winning Decimas more fear from the people as well as undoubtedly aid him in his campaign. Most of the golems structure was complete, as well as much of the muscle tissue. The necromancer had had to do the dirty deed of taking flesh and muscle tissue directly from the fresh corpses of creatures about the woods, and some from the human dead.
With the muscles from several legs of the largest animals in the woods to work the golems arms, and the muscles of a mans quadricepts put together to work each finger on the one hand the golem had, the creature had more liggaments and connections in it that a person could imagine. His old master had taught Decimas to spend around two weeks or so to build a proper golem when he needed one. Decimas however, wanted to take his time and make sure his creation was done just right. Along with all the rest of his works, Decimas was definitely more than compulsive with this project. He took ever bit of care in each bone placement, each muscle attachment.
By that point, Decimas was working on completing the frame of the monsters chest so he could continue work on the musculature in the creatures abdomen and finish the torso, perhaps get the great golem closer to completion, after it had already been in progress for the last month. “Cmersum , matrimonium ex orbis terrarum. scrinium patella de bestia, pectus de monasteriense” Decimas spoke casually, not needing to impress anyone or put on any kind of show. He wasn’t all too excited either, since it was part of an ongoing project and not some spontanious idea. The necromancer wandered slowly about the golem, inspecting it while he waited for the bones he had called for to rise from the earth below or from some wall, or from whichever direction they would be coming from. Eventually, after several minutes of waiting and there being no sign of any effect, the necromancer said those words again, casting his spell over oe more time. Worst case scenario; hed have two sets of bones. More minutes passed as Decimas continued to inspect his creation and still nothing happened. After yelling out the words in a great bout of frustration, Decimas paced the chamber wondering when those parts would arrive. When they still didn’t come, Decimas stormed out of the room and marched up the tunnels to reach the surface where he opened up the door and marched in frustration out to the nearest grave.
“Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said aloud in a most aggrivated tone. After waiting some minutes for the bodies to rise, Decimas took in a few deep breaths and looked around the vast cemtary with his hands up on his hips. There had to be something wrong. Surely there should have been chestframes of large beasts in the same area he was so easily able to find legs and skulls and the sorts. It was the random unexpected showing of that enormous beasts bone in the first tunnel of the catacombs that had alerted his to the presence of such large sized creatures burried under the grounds of that graveyard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said again, even more frustrated than before. There absolutely HAD to be something wrong there and it certainly wasn’t him.
When more time past and no bodies rose from the graves around him, Decimas clenched his teeth and slammed his foot against the tombstone of the grave he stood over, nocking it over and smashing the cement on the ground. There was obviously far more strength put into the kick than a man of Decimas’ size could muster as the tombstomes were all but delicate. The necromancer was extremely angry and his emotions were starting to come out uncontrollably through some of the dark magic he had learned besides necromancy.
There was a very slight hesitance in the necromancers motions when the shattered bits of the tombstone spread across the ground, but it wasn’t long before he spun around on his heel and kicked his head back, screaming into the dark night sky. There wasn’t much for light that night, clouds masking the moon and stars. Even the crickets were keeping quiet that night with the sky showing no light at all. The silence was almost creepy in the darkness as Decimas marched swiftly up to the next tombstone and kicked it over as well. “ORIRI ORIOR ORTIS, PRO EGO TRIBUO VOS VITA IN NEX.” He yelled, clenching his fists at his sides as he halfway crunched his body in his furious scream. Absolutely furious when still nothing happened, Decimas started to think, his eyes growing wide in his fury, looking around the graveyard in a very pensive state. The whole place seemed to spin around him in a very surreal manner as he stood and turned in circles, peering out in the distance at the great walls of the cemetary.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he broke into ruinning towards the front gates of the graveyard. Upon arrival at the gates, huffing and puffing a little, being a little out of breath, Decimas pushed the gates open and walked to the other side where he then stood on the dirt road that ran from the city to the graveyard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” The necromancer said one more time and then waited around for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as he periodically glanced up at the small towers on either side of the gates, supporting the end of the wall on either side of the main entrance. The wall was obviously the barrier between the cemetary and the outside, and Decimas had am incling of a suspicion that a certain nuisance of his may have gone too far in messing with his works. There was after all only one soul who knew where the necromancer worked, and that one soul definitely didn’t like Decimas doing his work there. The ghost gravekeeper was the first and only suspect on the necromancers mind. That pestilent fool HAD to have plotted something, he HAD to have been conspiring to do this to him. But who would have been in cahoots with that insolent knave? Who would that damn liability have told, without the armies of Karador marching through the cemetary to attack the master necromancer and his great projects?
After giving it some time to dig its way to the surface since a corpse would innevitably be deeper under and more sparsly placed outside the cemetary, the dirt started to shuffle about ten feet away from where Decimas was standing. He looked over at that spot on the ground where the corpse was starting to pull itself up, and walked straight back into the cemetary yelling again at the first grave in the yard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” After a few ore minutes waiting, and allowing that risen corpse to wander aimlessly into the night as he payed it no attention whatsoever, Decimas screamed out into the night one more time, knowing full well there wouldn’t be anyone around but Ashard and his two pet gargoyles.
“Ashard!” Decimas said angrily as he walked deeper back into the cemetary. “ASHARD!” he yelled aloud, the two tombstones on either side of him cracking and falling apart as he passed them by. That intense fury of his was coming out even more by then in those bits of dark magic the necromancer knew. By the time he walked between some more tombstones deeper into the graveyard and he screamed the ghosts name out louder yet, at the very top of his lungs forcing the sound to reverberate through the entire cemetary, echoing off the walls that surrounded it, the tombstones on either side of Decimas simply shattered into thumb sized pieces as they spread across the field as though blown in the wind. “What have you done, you ignorent pestilence of a troubled soul?” he said angrily, talking to the ghost he knew could hear him. “What have you done to this place, you insolent knave, and who have you found to conspire with you?” he paused for a moment and turned around some more, looking in ever direction, anticipation the ghosts appearance at any moment. “ASHARD!” he yelled again, becoming more and more frustrated as he looked around the graveyard, the place becoming surreal to him once again as it seemed to spiral around him when he stood there and looked about. When he yelled out the ghosts name that last time, every tombstone within a fourty foot radius shattered into thumb sized bits and tombstones crack and split, falling to the ground within another ten feet as the pebbles of those shattered stones blew about as if pushed by the wind.
Decimas had been working on this project for some time and had been making considerable progress. He was very proud of his creation, the beast that would soon walk the streets of Karador. It was time to bring in a more menacing threat to the city; time to bring in a troop of greater destruction and mayem. This mammoth of a golem would innevitably cause a lot of damage to the kingdom, winning Decimas more fear from the people as well as undoubtedly aid him in his campaign. Most of the golems structure was complete, as well as much of the muscle tissue. The necromancer had had to do the dirty deed of taking flesh and muscle tissue directly from the fresh corpses of creatures about the woods, and some from the human dead.
With the muscles from several legs of the largest animals in the woods to work the golems arms, and the muscles of a mans quadricepts put together to work each finger on the one hand the golem had, the creature had more liggaments and connections in it that a person could imagine. His old master had taught Decimas to spend around two weeks or so to build a proper golem when he needed one. Decimas however, wanted to take his time and make sure his creation was done just right. Along with all the rest of his works, Decimas was definitely more than compulsive with this project. He took ever bit of care in each bone placement, each muscle attachment.
By that point, Decimas was working on completing the frame of the monsters chest so he could continue work on the musculature in the creatures abdomen and finish the torso, perhaps get the great golem closer to completion, after it had already been in progress for the last month. “Cmersum , matrimonium ex orbis terrarum. scrinium patella de bestia, pectus de monasteriense” Decimas spoke casually, not needing to impress anyone or put on any kind of show. He wasn’t all too excited either, since it was part of an ongoing project and not some spontanious idea. The necromancer wandered slowly about the golem, inspecting it while he waited for the bones he had called for to rise from the earth below or from some wall, or from whichever direction they would be coming from. Eventually, after several minutes of waiting and there being no sign of any effect, the necromancer said those words again, casting his spell over oe more time. Worst case scenario; hed have two sets of bones. More minutes passed as Decimas continued to inspect his creation and still nothing happened. After yelling out the words in a great bout of frustration, Decimas paced the chamber wondering when those parts would arrive. When they still didn’t come, Decimas stormed out of the room and marched up the tunnels to reach the surface where he opened up the door and marched in frustration out to the nearest grave.
“Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said aloud in a most aggrivated tone. After waiting some minutes for the bodies to rise, Decimas took in a few deep breaths and looked around the vast cemtary with his hands up on his hips. There had to be something wrong. Surely there should have been chestframes of large beasts in the same area he was so easily able to find legs and skulls and the sorts. It was the random unexpected showing of that enormous beasts bone in the first tunnel of the catacombs that had alerted his to the presence of such large sized creatures burried under the grounds of that graveyard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said again, even more frustrated than before. There absolutely HAD to be something wrong there and it certainly wasn’t him.
When more time past and no bodies rose from the graves around him, Decimas clenched his teeth and slammed his foot against the tombstone of the grave he stood over, nocking it over and smashing the cement on the ground. There was obviously far more strength put into the kick than a man of Decimas’ size could muster as the tombstomes were all but delicate. The necromancer was extremely angry and his emotions were starting to come out uncontrollably through some of the dark magic he had learned besides necromancy.
There was a very slight hesitance in the necromancers motions when the shattered bits of the tombstone spread across the ground, but it wasn’t long before he spun around on his heel and kicked his head back, screaming into the dark night sky. There wasn’t much for light that night, clouds masking the moon and stars. Even the crickets were keeping quiet that night with the sky showing no light at all. The silence was almost creepy in the darkness as Decimas marched swiftly up to the next tombstone and kicked it over as well. “ORIRI ORIOR ORTIS, PRO EGO TRIBUO VOS VITA IN NEX.” He yelled, clenching his fists at his sides as he halfway crunched his body in his furious scream. Absolutely furious when still nothing happened, Decimas started to think, his eyes growing wide in his fury, looking around the graveyard in a very pensive state. The whole place seemed to spin around him in a very surreal manner as he stood and turned in circles, peering out in the distance at the great walls of the cemetary.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he broke into ruinning towards the front gates of the graveyard. Upon arrival at the gates, huffing and puffing a little, being a little out of breath, Decimas pushed the gates open and walked to the other side where he then stood on the dirt road that ran from the city to the graveyard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” The necromancer said one more time and then waited around for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as he periodically glanced up at the small towers on either side of the gates, supporting the end of the wall on either side of the main entrance. The wall was obviously the barrier between the cemetary and the outside, and Decimas had am incling of a suspicion that a certain nuisance of his may have gone too far in messing with his works. There was after all only one soul who knew where the necromancer worked, and that one soul definitely didn’t like Decimas doing his work there. The ghost gravekeeper was the first and only suspect on the necromancers mind. That pestilent fool HAD to have plotted something, he HAD to have been conspiring to do this to him. But who would have been in cahoots with that insolent knave? Who would that damn liability have told, without the armies of Karador marching through the cemetary to attack the master necromancer and his great projects?
After giving it some time to dig its way to the surface since a corpse would innevitably be deeper under and more sparsly placed outside the cemetary, the dirt started to shuffle about ten feet away from where Decimas was standing. He looked over at that spot on the ground where the corpse was starting to pull itself up, and walked straight back into the cemetary yelling again at the first grave in the yard. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” After a few ore minutes waiting, and allowing that risen corpse to wander aimlessly into the night as he payed it no attention whatsoever, Decimas screamed out into the night one more time, knowing full well there wouldn’t be anyone around but Ashard and his two pet gargoyles.
“Ashard!” Decimas said angrily as he walked deeper back into the cemetary. “ASHARD!” he yelled aloud, the two tombstones on either side of him cracking and falling apart as he passed them by. That intense fury of his was coming out even more by then in those bits of dark magic the necromancer knew. By the time he walked between some more tombstones deeper into the graveyard and he screamed the ghosts name out louder yet, at the very top of his lungs forcing the sound to reverberate through the entire cemetary, echoing off the walls that surrounded it, the tombstones on either side of Decimas simply shattered into thumb sized pieces as they spread across the field as though blown in the wind. “What have you done, you ignorent pestilence of a troubled soul?” he said angrily, talking to the ghost he knew could hear him. “What have you done to this place, you insolent knave, and who have you found to conspire with you?” he paused for a moment and turned around some more, looking in ever direction, anticipation the ghosts appearance at any moment. “ASHARD!” he yelled again, becoming more and more frustrated as he looked around the graveyard, the place becoming surreal to him once again as it seemed to spiral around him when he stood there and looked about. When he yelled out the ghosts name that last time, every tombstone within a fourty foot radius shattered into thumb sized bits and tombstones crack and split, falling to the ground within another ten feet as the pebbles of those shattered stones blew about as if pushed by the wind.