The Arcane Delvers

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus looks down in the dimly lit hallway, his hair casting a shadow over most of his face, including his nose injury. The torches flicker in musty air, giving an almost lonely ambiance to the atmosphere. He stands with both hands at his side and with a rotting corpse lying at his feet. A broken coffin lays behind him. Silently Cyrus stand for a moment before asking

 

"What would you say if I was a necromancer. Would you strike me where I stand?"

 

He brings his sleeve to his pale chin wiping off blood that had dripped there. He snivels and adds "Well... the answer would not matter. No. Not necromancy. I imagine  that everyone in Ac'talareh will be assuming this... - especially now that word has spread that I have been spending time in the crypt..."

 

Cyrus plants one leg forward, the light tapping of his shoe echoing throughout the hall "But I would still appreciate an answer, Mr Camoryn."

 

"What if I was a necromancer?"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art brushes his hair aside from his left eye, now more matted and long as ever. It reveals his pupil, dull, lifeless, and a lighter shade of it's normal sea green.

 

"Undead crow." He says darkly. "Hosper fixed it, mostly."

 

He begins pacing around the eerie room, shaking his head, as if unsure himself.

 

"I've never met one who practices dark arts without intent to hurt, kill and torture either me, or my friends and family. So before I answer your question Cyrus, answer me this. What would YOU use such powers for?"

[Dizzy771 900]

The Story Teller peers into the room where Art and Cyrus are arguing with a half eaten biscuit protruding from his mouth. He waves at them with a tankard of ale taken from the kitchen before heading off to tell some storys and possibly learn something from one of the many knowledgeable delvers

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus' face tilts upward slightly, his hair parting somewhat to reveal one of his eyes, a brilliant emerald-green contrast to his dark surroundings. His one revealed eye follows Artimec as he paces back and forth.

 

"Mr Camoryn..." he responds, disregarding the man who peeks into the dreary crypt, "I would use that power for the furtherance of mortal, and my own personal knowledge. Nothing more, nothing less. What do you believe I would become if I were to practice such arts? A murderer? A defiler?"

 

He closes his eyes, realizing that he had already upturned someone's grave. Cyrus exhales slowly, mumbling to himself "For the furtherance of knowledge..."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Cyrus..." He taps his chin, as if thinking. Anyone who knew him decently would know this as his way to disguise the troubling nature of his thoughts.

 

"I didn't vote for you when we were choosing new Regents to then question your trust, but I cannot put my faith in anyone with that sort of ability. If any good person has ever taken up the art, then it must be corrupting, for a Necromancer with moral values I've yet to see."

[NomadGaia 930]

Yulna just sits there, completely oblivious to all

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus looks up more, his face no longer covered by a shaking shadow from the torchlight. His nose would appear slightly disfigured, and a bit of dark, dried blood below it. He folds his hands behind his back and answers softly "Morality is a superficial notion that is dropped whenever it is most opportune. Mr Camoryn, I do not doubt that you or I have failed in up-keeping a sound sense of good."

 

Cyrus exhales, then continues "As I have seen, the art has only corrupted body, not mind. Perhaps it is an art that many insane seek? Even so, I have met one man who does not fit your thoughts of being malicious and a necromancer. A curious, mute man he was, but kind nonetheless. Mr Camoryn-"

 

He pauses. "I still wish to know... would you hate me if I was a necromancer? Would I become your enemy?"

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*meanwhile, the Swamp Djinn's mask begins glowing again, waiting for the perfect time to break free from its bonds, and throw some more delvers in the river.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Cyrus looks up more, his face no longer covered by a shaking shadow from the torchlight. His nose would appear slightly disfigured, and a bit of dark, dried blood below it. He folds his hands behind his back and answers softly "Morality is a superficial notion that is dropped whenever it is most opportune. Mr Camoryn, I do not doubt that you or I have failed in up-keeping a sound sense of good."

 

Cyrus exhales, then continues "As I have seen, the art has only corrupted body, not mind. Perhaps it is an art that many insane seek? Even so, I have met one man who does not fit your thoughts of being malicious and a necromancer. A curious, mute man he was, but kind nonetheless. Mr Camoryn-"

 

He pauses. "I still wish to know... would you hate me if I was a necromancer? Would I become your enemy?"

Art rubs the bridge of his nose, sighing.

 

"No...No you wouldn't. But these powers aren't to be trusted. Don't take this as a threat. Take it as a warning."

[tnoy23 202]

-snip-

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus rubs the bridge of his nose as well, but stops, wincing at the pain of its brokenness. He tries to look Artimec straight in the eyes

 

"I will consider your warning... but now I have to clear my name. By now I'm sure all residents of Ac'talareh believe that I'm a necromancer or some kind of user of the Dark Arts..."

 

He then leans down and picks up the blood-dropped papers, leaving the corpse behind as he begins to shuffle toward the stairs of the crypt.

 

"Worry not, Mr Camoryn, I'll clean the body up later..." he says, before ascending up the stairway out of the crypt.

[Nug 2011]

Oormo's cold, icicle-like fingers wrap around the cell's bars, the ice-gnome's mad shrieks and giggles bouncing off the walls of his confinement, the small yet dangerous creature preparing it's escape.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

[[ART HAS TOO MANY PEOPLE TO RP WITH AT THE SAME TIME (asusual)]] ((Also, it'd be more logical to RP out our SECOND lesson, since the first one was done already. ))

[tnoy23 202]

((Fine.))

Toby yawns a bit, yelling out for Art "Art! Ready for the next lesson?"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((This thread will be 100 pages long with all this FRP. :I))

 

Art's ears twitch as he turns to face Toby, giving him a singular nod.

 

"Indeed I am." He says lightly. "What are we doing this time?"