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| Cadfael Bristow | Oct 14 2009, 02:16 AM Post #1 |
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Not a crow cawed, not a sparrow sang in the desolate ruins. Wildlife seemed to avoid the place, one of several places overrun with undead. The smell had long since set into the city, the smell of corpses rotting away as their fragile existence withered to nothing, good magics wasted with endless wanderings. There were so many better uses for these master-less souls. A new shadow appeared, a limp in his left leg impeding his progress. It had been at least four months since he'd replaced a leg, and one was beginning to fail him already. Pulling a heavy leather sack behind him, the man cloaked in burial shrouds strolled along, passing by a ghoul unnoticed. No life to be drawn to, Cadfael was merely one of the numerous undead wandering the roads. Dragging himself into a partially-caved in room, a space inside one of the crumbled castle rooks, he set down on a single rotting chair there, dragging the sack next to him. Untying the string, he opened it and dug through the various body parts inside, moving aside hands and arms. The best leg was in the middle, wedged between a forearm and a torso. Tugging it free, he ignored the hand falling out of the sack. Setting the limb on the table, he drew a knife from beneath his shrouds. Gripping it tightly, he hiked up his robe-like clothes with his left hand, baring the rotting leg beneath. With a steady hand and an expressionless face, he drew the edge along the flesh. Sawing through the stitches and flesh with surgical precision, guided by years of practice, Cade removed the leg. Tossing it into a corner of the room, he picked up the newer one, placing it against the stump. Sheathing his blade, he lifted a finger and traced it along the seam, whispering an incantation. Fresh stitches flew from the gaps on his fingertips, weaving flesh together. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 25 2009, 01:42 AM Post #2 |
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Aureus, Princess Aureus, rolled the thin band of metal over her fingers and watched as it caught a small amount of light and glinted threateningly. She drew it back into her fingers and felt the smooth sheet and took in the thin, razor edge. With a flick of her right hand Aureus drew the razor over the tip of her left ring finger. Another flick and the razor tumbled away into the dusty ruins. It clinked for a moment before finding its settling place and growing quiet. As soon as the metal chime died away a red droplet appeared on her finger, growing in size and yet not flowing down her hand. Aureus turned over her hand and ducked her head down to watch as the blood grew and distended from her hand until it hung by a thin thread. Finally the droplet let go and fell to splatter across the cobble next to her foot. Aureus licked the remaining blood off her finger and rose from her sitting position. She flicked her long hair back out of her face and puckered her lips in an unconscious movement. She brushed off the back of her fur cloak and pulled up the fur hood to cover her ears. She breathed in the crisp air and then started to wander the streets. The undead didn’t bother her, they barely gave her a second glance, almost as though they knew that one day she could control them completely and it would be better for them if they just avoided her for now. As Aureus moved she hummed a tune that soon turned into her lightly singing as she strolled through the town. “When she came to the church door, She stopped to rest a little more, When she came the church within, The parson prayed ‘gainst pride and sin. On looking up, on looking down, She saw a dead man on the ground, And from his nose unto his chin, The worms crawled out, the worms crawled in. Then she unto the parson said, ‘Shall I be so when I am dead?’ ‘Oh yes! Oh Yes!’ The parson said, ‘You will be so when you are dead’,” Aureus giggled happily and clasped her hands together in front of her as her song drew to a close. She couldn’t help the laughter though. The worms and rotting flesh, the stench of death and decay, the soul that shall never return, it was all so … wonderfully morbid. She found that she had wound her way in front of a building that had crumbled in just the right way that it created a darkened room. She caught the movement on a man within and slipped inside as well. “Hey,” |
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