[DISCLAIMER: I did not even try to make this anything less than a cheesy wad of glory, straight and unfiltered, from the depths of my soul. I am not trying to win an award for writing, but rather just scribing the exploits of my friends as they faced off against a necromancer.]
Thus begins the recording of the twenty-second day of the Sept, in the sixteenth year of the second millennium:
The adventurers, who had just defeated an ancient wyvern in the dank, dungeonous, chamber witnessed a lanky, shadowy figure emerge from the leather slab atop the beast’s forehead.
The necromancer, which had tormented them in his lair of torturous magic, offered the group a plea: for killing his only friend and solving all of his puzzles, he wants to adventure again.
In an absurd gesture of trust and forgiveness, he offered to travel with the group to have exciting times with them. In exchange, he mentioned, he will let them take from him again and have his precious box of concealment, the onus of their quest to retrieve, for whatever they wish to use it for.
While the group is discussing the offer, Levi noticed (albeit too late) the glimmer of cigar embers, floating in the darkness behind the necromancer. Snake suddenly pounced out of the shadows and attempted to snap the necro’s neck from behind. Snake-sneak for Necro-neck. Apparently, nobody had noticed that he wasn’t discussing the offer with them and instead was attempting a surprise attack.
The shadeform of the necromancer quickly disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, leaving Snake sick and seemingly paralyzed with shock, on all fours on the ground.
The Door revealed to everyone that there is a secret phylactery in the back of the room, which binds the necromancer to this plane.
O’gell, Kris, and Arya rushed to find the phylactery, passing the two massive bone piles and Snake’s paralyzed body resting in the valley between. They hurried further into the void, with just Kris’ torch for light, and discovered a beautiful lantern glinting ever so slightly in the darkness of the back of the giant chamber. The lantern reminded each of them of good times and warm memories.
O’gell, Kris, and Arya became enchanted by a lantern.
Levi went to the middle of the room, to retrieve his light arrow from the wyvern mother’s skull.
Nearby, Cid stood guard while Eiress looked to Snake’s condition. Eiress concluded that Snake is probably okay, but just in shock from whatever powerful magic was used on him.
Suddenly, a horrific scream pierced the air. It drowned out all thought and left nothing but a rush of terrible adrenaline. Something about the scream was beyond humanity. It was a form of magic, and it shook everyone who heard it to their core.
Since O’gell, Kris, and Arya were already peacefully entranced, they were unaffected. But Levi lost his mind, fear taking him beyond the threshold of sanity. Eiress remembered that she is a strong, independent woman, and resisted going insane. Cid seemed to be fine, although a bit shaken by the scream, he shortly came to his senses.
Suddenly everyone realized that the scream came from Snake. Snake turned dark like the necromancer’s previous form.
Snake levitated upwards, eyes and maw agape, empty, soulless.The body of Snake was perhaps no longer their friend. The Special Agent had become possessed by a lord of wicked sorcery.
The hearts of all sunk. They felt the lump of dread grow in their throats; the grim horror that they may have just lost their close friend choked everyone.
Taking advantage of everyone’s stupor and fear, the necromancer-form fixated its opening strike on the nearby Eiress; he reached out to strangle her and grasped her head in his hands, despite her attempt to escape his clutches.
Immediately, a pestilent wizardry drained from his veins into her head, infecting her with a crippling ailment. Eiress attempted to counter the spell, but failed. She contracted the mysterious disease, which at the onset gave her instant and near total blindness and drained much life-force from her head and body. Her physical and mental countenance was seized by rapid attrition.
Cid, heroically attempting to save his sister, repeatedly sliced at the spine of the necro-Snake form, whose back faced him now. Cid hoped to swiftly disable his foe. But despite the wounds immediately drawing crimson, the necromancer did not abjure his intention to ruin the adventurers.
Levi withdrew back to a safer distance and nocked an arrow into his bow, readying to strike.
A whirlwind began kicking up dirt near the necromancer’s form, and the three offspring of the wyvern screamed in terror as they were drawn into the swirling gale and their bodies fused together like clay. From their bodies they formed, in the wailing torrent, a grotesque creature with a gaping, crooked maw, one arm, scaly skin, and the body of a serpent. Within this whirlwind and the formation of the monster, it seemed that many bones from the nearby bone mounds also conjoined, and Levi’s dragon-bone harpbow grew hot and difficult to hold on to. In his already panicked state, he dropped his bow and it flew into the flesh of the beast, perhaps even giving it additional power. Levi watched helplessly as the bow sank into the beast’s shoulder, leaving just a tip of it sticking out.
Levi now had lost his mind and his bow.
Before any could fully apprehend the new and terrible beast before them, it lashed out viciously with its bony and sinewy arm towards Cid. Cid, knowing confidently he could take the hit, continued his focus on the necromancer and took the slash across his chest, only glancing down the creature, sizing it up, fully unafraid.
The necromancer began to grow in muscle and size. His form seemed to go far beyond the mere physicality of Snake. With his heightened power and his grip still on Eiress’ head, he squeezed with mighty strength, attempting to squelch her brains in. Eiress managed to harden herself with a powerful rune, resisting what would have turned her skull into sauce. Her bones grew sturdier than iron, and skin tougher than wood. But with the strain of casting such a feat, her vision grew darker.
Arya was the first to shake herself from the lantern’s enchantment, and she immediately decided to destroy the lantern with a powerful conjuration. Just before she unleashed upon the object, the voice of Door pierced the darkness just in time to warn her against it. He urgently told her that only he knows the secret to using the phylactery against the necromancer. So in a display of prowess, she diverted her spell onto the face of the serpent abomination that the necromancer had conjured in the middle of the room. The creature’s maw exploded in flames from the mouth outwards, blasting its cheek out, gaping its face further open in a raw mess of burnt flesh.
Arya began to prepare the glyphs needed for her next devastating attack.
Meanwhile, O’gell shook off his stupor from the lantern and decided to grab it. While he ran the risk of it being enchanted and causing him trouble, it seemed to do nothing to affect him as he picked it up. O’gell, holding the lantern aloft, gave the necromancer one final parlay for peace. O’gell promised that they would not bring the necromancer to ruin, if only he would surrender his fight and free Snake.
The necromancer was caught in this consequence, perhaps by the lingering thread of humanity that must have remained somewhere within his abysmal heart. He loosened his grip on Eiress, and lowered his arms. Then he slowly turned to O’gell, staring straight at him. Determined and grisly, the tainted wizard proclaimed that it was too late; he was ready to leave this existence for good, if that were the case. He no longer wished to be their companion.
Immediately in response, O’gell dashed out of sight and started sprinting around the outside of the room. O’gell was attempting to avoid getting caught with the phylactery and a possible conflict. He skirted along the edge of the chamber, steering clear of the fracas in the middle of the two bone piles (where the thick of the fight ensued). O’gell knew that he could not risk the necromancer defending the phylactery and had to get it to Door as soon as possible. O’gell shouted for Kris to run straight for Door, so that someone could be there in the chance that he could not make it in time himself.
But while this was happening, Cid swung violently, taking advantage of the lowered defenses of the necromancer. He continued to rupture the necromancer’s back with powerful swings of his axe. The dark form gushed with blood. Cid knew full well that he may not be able to save Snake, but the necromancer had to be slain.
Now Kris sprinted full-bore across the room before anyone noticed. His giant-born strides made short work of the run. He made it to his new friend and hurriedly asked Door what must be done with the lantern. Door responded that the lantern’s casing must be removed, the tip of the wick must touch Door-self, and then the small handle of the lantern must be turned. Door assured Kris that he would be able to do the rest, at that point. Kris yelled to O’gell, who was still on his way (shifting along somewhere behind one of the bone mounds), that he must get the lantern to him immediately.
Levi, stricken by his loss of bow and mind, comforted the nearby little-Snake (the nabinask grub) and drew from his backpack the pincers of the great nabinask. Levi readied himself with these pincers as weapons, then chose to encourage his leader, Arya to do what he could not: destroy them.
Arya strengthened her will and gained confidence, and continued with her spell.
The serpent creature, in terrible pain from the blast from Arya, decided to charge at her and mount an attack. But the creature foolishly ran past Cid, who took advantage of the opportunity to earn purchase across its face with his axe, widening its gory wound. The creature’s jaw now hung from only one side. Its already hideous maw (now even more nightmarish) flailed in a mess of flapping flesh while the creature continued furiously in Arya’s direction. By the time it was not more than a mere meter away, Arya was already prepared to finish it off.
But before she could, the necromancer lurched towards Eiress and hugged her fully in his now massive form. He began to wildly whisper esoteric magics, perhaps in a language of his own devising, squeezing her tighter. She struggled against him. The necromancer had been weakened enough to go into a frenzy of some kind. But even in his compromised state, Eiress could not break free.
Suddenly a realization struck fear into the group: the necromancer might be devising a devastating final event. This move seemed so strange, so reckless. But it was obvious that whatever was happening would not bode well for anyone.
Arya, stricken for a brief flash decided not to endanger her allies by using her wizardry on the necromancer, and instead directed her magic onto the creature just a hair’s breadth from her now. The creature’s oblong, flapping mass of a ragged head exploded in a burst of incinerated flesh and bones. The air filled with the mist of red.
There was a breath of silence as the rest of the battle seemed to pause, necromancer included, to admire the awesome sight of such magical force.
But the flash of awe soon passed, and the urgency settled into everyone’s hearts again. O’gell sprinted full bore at Kris, and lobbed the lantern at him once he was within range. The giant caught the lantern, and the turned to face Door, all the while fully trusting that his new, stony friend would follow through on what happens next. The tall and handsome elf then heroically took a turn to the fray and rushed forward, dagger out.
Cid was raging at this point. He swung furiously at the necromancer’s exposed back two more times. But to his even greater frustration, despite the rivers of carnage emerging from the gigantic valleys he had created, the necromancer seemed unfazed. Cid knew that no living thing could have survived the punishment he had just inflicted.
Meanwhile, Kris (having just caught the lantern) immediately removed the token’s brass top and glass casing and placed the small, naked, cloth wick against the cold stone of the massive doorway. He turned the knob at its base.
A small flame appeared in a lick of writhing sparks near the tip of the wick. Door immediately began to laugh in victory, echoing across the room. But Door’s disembodied voice did not come from the door anymore: he had entered the lantern now. The flame was his voice, and it seemed to dance as he spoke.
Door quickly explained to everyone that the necromancer was now most vulnerable, because for these few seconds his soul, which once resided in the lantern as a phylactery of undying, was now displaced by his own. The lantern only had room for one individual’s essence, so the necromancer was temporarily rendered fully mortal.
The necromancer, realizing this, hastened his ritual to finishing.
Eiress seemed to be succumbing further to her blindness, and was still weary after her impressive spell of hardening. She knew she still had to try to get away; she had to try one more time. Every ounce of grit left inside of her pushed back against the necromancer, but alas his form had grown to strong. Her frail arms were nothing in the struggle to break free. The reality of her doom was setting in. She had been rendered powerless under the necromancer’s might. A thin veil of fear entered the hearts of all of her friends too: everyone sensed that whatever the necromancer was concocting, they may not be able to stop in time.
Levi was determined to retrieve his bow. He wanted to take it back and place an arrow between the necromancer’s demonic, glowing eyes. He was already running towards the fat mass of flesh that lay before Arya, while everything else had been going down. He knew that his bow had to be somewhere inside of it. Arya, seeing Levi’s plight, understood. She gripped the protruding ivory of Levi’s dragon-bone harpbow that jutted out from the creature’s unmoving corpulence. From the distance as he approached, Levi cried out a cantation which gave Arya a sudden rush of strength. She dramatically ripped the bow out of the corpse’s chest and passed it to Levi.
Receiving it, Levi let out a deep breath of relief, knowing that his masterpiece weapon was unharmed. His fingers moved across the bloodied ivory, wiping away the filthy mess. He tightened his grip and, reaching back to his quiver, his fingers touched a fresh arrow. His gaze turned upon the necromancer with steely confidence now.
Meanwhile Arya too, prepared for her most calamitous spell yet. She knew that it was now or never; the necromancer had to be stopped and she had to be ready to use any means of force necessary. The room grew thick with heat from the energy she was gathering to unleash.
O’gell now had reached the fray and yelled out for Cid to step aside. Cid obliged just as O’gell lept through the air with his dagger pulled back for a strike. He expertly thrust his blade into the side of the necromancer’s throat.
The necromancer’s voice choked and undulated as his vocal chords filled with the thick blood from O’gell’s wound. But despite this lethal-appearing blow, dark bindings held the evil sorcerer to this coil. The necromancer, though gurgling his conjuration now through his drowning throat, did not perish as expected. His borrowed lizard-like body, the now dying body of Special Agent Snake, seemed to have little bearing on his mortality.
The cleverest in the room began to doubt if killing Snake’s body would do anything to stop the necromancer at all. Perhaps this violence was in vain, at the cost of their brother’s life. O’gell, certainly counted among the clever, inspected the form of the necromancer and noticed what would be their foe’s greatest flaw: the crude, stitched piece of leather (which was once adorned like a crown of slavery atop the possessed wyvern’s skull) was exposed underneath the dark buttocks of the necromancer. The dark and ashy leather patch appeared as though it had adhered to the back of Snake’s thigh at some point, binding itself to his body.
O’gell’s dagger dashed between the leather and the leg’s flesh. O’gell knew that even though he wasn’t able to save the potentially innocent wyvern, he could perhaps save his friend. Rending with a furious vibration of sawing, O’gell tore the small patch from Snake’s thigh. It fell several feet away, onto the dusty earth at the bottom of one of the bone piles.
It was at this point that everything changed.
A burst of cold, ashy wind blasted forth. The form of Snake suddenly lost its artificial size and fell to the ground. Snake shrank and curled into the fetal position, on his side. But a phantasm of smoke hovered above him and still held the pose that his body had just a moment before. Like a statue frozen in time, the necromancer’s raw form was revealed again, still strangling Eiress and gagging on liquid as it continued its magic. This form was the very same form that Snake had woefully tried to assassinate not a short time earlier. The dark visage seemed to pulse and flow like a storm of clouds, trapped in a silhouette of ash. The being emanated hatred, countless generations of undeath and disdain for the living, wrought from spells of immoral origin, all in a single being.
Door cried out excitedly that they had done it, that now they must finish it while it is exposed; this was their best chance.
Before Eiress, she only saw now a faceless face of evil. A grim and emotionless being loomed over her. Her knees grew weak. Its colossal arms continued to crush her. She was losing her sight and her breath. Gasping, she feared losing her soul, too.
In that instant, in a picture of sheer, unapologetic machismo, Cid yelled out an incomprehensible warcry of sheer emotion. His massive, rippling arms guided his axe expertly towards the necromancer’s vulnerable, shade-like head.
-This is the act that could end it all; this could be the swing which saved everyone.-
But Cid missed, the necromancer barely ducked in time. Cid, knowing that his love for his sister was now his only hope, desperately swung again. He worried that time was against him and perhaps it was already too late. Fighting the fear, his weapon whistled through the thick air.
The necromancer seemed to grow quiet for a pause. Time itself was almost standing still.
This swing, Cid’s blade felt sweet purchase across the side of the necromancer’s neck, severing the spine inside and the jugular. A shower of crimson chased the axe as it exited the flesh.
But by what seemed to be unholy magic lingering on beneath the surface, the necromancer did not loosen his grip, though he grew silent and his gaze grew wide with insane intensity. His head wobbled to keep its balance.
He stared into Eiress’ eyes, his pupils wildly vibrating from the energy within him.
Surprised his last swing did not finish the sorcerer off, Cid caught a glimpse of the wounds he inflicted earlier; he could see faint beams of light shining through the visage before him. He had cleaved clean through the necromancer’s torso earlier, leaving large chasms of empty space.
Now, Kris had already been sprinting for the necromancer at that time, having left the lantern behind earlier (once Door first explained the situation from his flame). Kris arrived just as Cid was recovering from his second swing. The burly giant loomed over the rest of the combatants, like an adult among adolescents. With a dagger in one side of their foe’s throat, and a massive gash on the other, Kris deftly grabbed the top of the necromancer’s head in his broad, meaty giant-hand, his grip enveloping like a standard person might grip a small melon. He placed his other hand firmly and heavily on the necromancer’s shoulder.
Before the necromancer could do more than squirm, Kris ripped his head from his body. In Kris’ grasp, as the purple skull was being pulled from the body, it tore straight out of the the rubber-like film of the necromancer’s skin. He literally ripped the necromancer’s skull from his face.
A dark mist suddenly burst upwards from the neck-hole, in a fashion similar to a volcanic eruption, and fell into a plumage of dark ash on the curled form of Snake below. The body of the shade collapsed into a mound of fine dust, the skull following suit shortly after.
The necromancer had been slain. Everyone felt a rush of elation, and Door cried out in victory from his new lanternous body, lauding his heroes.
Now the form which had taken so much abuse-the body of Snake-lay quivering on the ground. He was covered in the thick ashes of his former captor. The temporary shine of glory darkened in everyone’s hearts: their comrade was surely dead.
But he lay there intact with no visible, physical wounds, knees to his chest and arms curled up, covering his head. His eyes were open wide, peeking over his knees; he seemed to be frozen in a mindless haze. He twitched slightly, every so often. Eiress inspected him immediately, after first catching her breath from nearly being strangled. Even with her occluded vision (the affliction did not leave her when the necromancer was killed), she could tell that Snake’s body was unbroken and healthy. She attuned herself to his thoughts, and concluded with her expertise, that perhaps his sanity had been deeply affected by this experience. She explained to the group that he may be in shock, or perhaps some other thing lingers on mentally. Whatever it was, she knew it was beyond her ability to heal and that it resided in his mind.
She then also wondered about her own health. She knew that the disease manifesting within her could have taken years to incubate; the methodology for the spell which brought it into being was surely lost on her. She was not trained how to deconstruct illegal magics at the university.
Kris tended to Door, reassembling his casing and handle-cap.
The whole party gathered ’round Snake, Eiress, and the pile of ashes that once belonged to their worst foe yet. They all visually inspected one another. Relief finally let itself into the room, and they did not take for granted that things could have gone much worse.
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What will happen next time?
Where is this box, the thing which can conceal anything, the purpose for their quest?
And how will the party save their beloved friend, PK, who for all they know may be lost forever after being consumed by the chalice of life and death?
Can this absurd quest of theirs really bring peace to the region?