Black and Wight

[ToodIes 1575]

A dark elf stood in a dank cavern, the sounds of metal on bone ringing from outside. Bedecked in formal blue robes and an excess of facial hair, most would not recognize him as one called Revion Tathron; but that was his name. He ran a single hand along the side of an open ebony sarcophagus, his fingers inspecting every rune carved into the surface of the dark wood; he bent over to peer at the gleaming gold interior, marred by deep, animalistic scratches. He straightened himself to look once more upon the figure across from him, on the other side of the vast sarcophagus. There a half-translucent corpse-like figure floated, his expression unreadable as he gazed through a dark feather-adorned helmet. The bearded elf observed the wight with only minor signs of anxiety-- the occasional tap of his foot, nigh-unnoticeable trembling in his hands. An unearthly screech sounded from outside-- whilst this had happened several times throughout the long wait that Revion had endured in the clammy cave, this shriek was especially shrill; the sounds of a monstrous being near death, lashing out dangerously at those around it. The elf's head flicked towards the sound; when he returned to facing the wight, the gelid spectre nodded to him. The 'ker nodded back.

 

Revion purposefully walked towards the entrance of the cavern, taking no notice of the dripping stalactites of blue-green stone, nor the dim moonlight filtering through. His right hand strayed to his belt, where a black-iron dagger was sheathed; his dusky ears gave a twitch. He emerged from the cave with a grand flourish of his robes, looking down upon the source of all that noise.

 

A jagged spire of the same teal stone spiked out from further down the mountain where the entry of the cave was situated, accented with sickly greenish hues. Directly adjacent to that obelisk was a skeleton. A very large skeleton, of thin and lanky figure, with black bones and a hazy aura of darkness surrounding it. This skeleton was the source of the repeated death-shrieks, emitting from its gaping, boney maw. Surrounding the Apparition were five mute, armored figures, of hefty build. They trudged from various spots upon the mountain, gleaming golden weapons in tow, distracting the ethereal skeleton as Revion sneakily approached from behind. Both the paleknights and the Apparition bore signs of a long, drawn-out brawl-- the dark blue armor of the paleknights being marred with various cracks and chips, and the bleached-black bones of the Apparition being fractured, entire portions carved out.

 

Curious changes began to take root on the dark elf, striding with as much stealth as he could muster. His visible skin, ashen-grey, took on an unearthly blue-green glow, illuminating the frigid air around him. His flesh appeared to wither and decay with every step he took, wrinkles and spots rapidly forming upon his features, his eyes sinking into his head. These changes seemed to be merely aesthetic; the 'ker was quite unhindered as he slid his rotted hand towards his belt, retrieving a small, black-iron dagger with an ornate crossguard. An otherworldly translucence and white glow seeped from the handle-downward as Revion clutched the dagger; however, these effects faded as he finished his brisk walk towards the Apparition, and stabbed it directly in the spine. The enormous skeleton let out an ear-splitting howl, crumpling over frontwards-- Revion seized it with a gauntleted hand, its weightless form being borne easily as he flung it behind him. It landed neatly in the ornate sarcophagus, having silently been dragged behind in a telekinetic grasp by the wight.

 

The captured being thrashed and bellowed, before being abruptly muffled by the thunk of the wight telekinetically depositing a golden lid riddled with eldritch inscriptions on the sarcophagus. It lay in there, the much-embellished sarcophagus being rattled by its death throes. Revion stumbled over to it, his robes acquiring a good deal of mud as he knelt at the side of the Apparition-container. To his side, the wight floated, looking down on the dark elf as he began to take on that same ethereal teal glow. The phantasm extended one gauntleted, illuminated arm towards the jerking sarcophagus, and the other towards the shivering dark elf. The deadened shrieks still emanating from the sarcophagus subsided immediately as an extremely odd substance made the journey from the coffin to the elf. A curious, goopy material; lighter than air, half-translucent yet glowing blue-green seeped out from the tomb of the apparition, sinking into the chest of the ‘ker. Revion struggled to keep his violet-streaked red eyes open; but alas, they soon closed, his last word fluttering from his lips as he tumbled onto the sarcophagus.

 

“Excellent…”

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Burbur stares

[meg 1994]

Xyra sits alone in the lounge. "Wonder how Revion is doing."

[Lhindir_ 3691]

"I wonder what Revion needed soul bound cores for?" Hums an unremarkable, blue robed 'Ame.

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