In a dark a dingy secret room within Lucius' Mansion, Sev had commenced his 'new experiment'...
The room, large in nature, contained a myriad of complex, and simplistic tools. The tools lining the walls, attached to a metallic rack. Just below the rack lined with tools, a series of cauldrons and furnaces spanned the length of the wall. Each and every cauldron varying in size and material.
The two skeletons who had once been named Scraps and Brook, now lied lifeless and scattered on top of two large mysterious tables. The odd tables strongly resembling wood, yet pulsating in rhythm with a string of demonic runes, which ran across the entire length of the table.
"Oh my, oh my!" the giddy expression across Sev's face failing to hide his childlike excitement. Having long wanted to correct his mistake, finally having the opportunity brought endless joy to Sev.
While dancing to his own hummed tune, Sev wiggled his way around the dark room and towards the tools. After grabbing a large bronze maul, he wiggled his way back towards the two piles of bones.
With all his might, he heaved the bronze maul over his head and smashed down onto the bones. The bones immediately crumbling under the sheer force of the large bronze maul. The sight of disintegrating bones bringing an even larger smile to his face.
In a joyful ecstasy, Sev swung the bronze maul, again, and again, and again...
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Great Mage Mirlie, dressed in a black robe, had begun her journey towards Retford. Each and every one of her steps holding a restrained urgency. Having enough experienced to pace herself in order to arrive at Retford in the most efficient and timely manner.
Not long after she started walking, she saw a series of large dug up graves. Simply on the side of the road, the graves held an impromptu appearance. Clearly having been dug quickly and excavated soon after. The dirt surrounding the graves still thin and loose.
"These goddamn monsters, they wouldn't even let the dead rest before rising them into undeath!" her fury against the undead flaring at the thought of undeath, "I swear I'll make them regret ever returning to this plane!"
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Sev stood beside the now two piles of bone dust. Sweat gleaming from his brow. The complete mauling of the skeletons taking more out of him than he originally estimated.
'This frail old body of mine hasn't aged well...' The saddened smile of a wizened man regretfully stretched across his face.
'At least the physical part is over...'
Returning the maul onto the rack, Sev then grabbed a mortar and pestle which had been resting on top of one of the larger furnaces.
After collecting the ground up bones, Sev further ground them up with the assistance of the mortar and pestle. Refining the bone dust into a fine powder.
Pouring the bone powder into a mediocre sized gray cauldron. Sev poured three distinct pre-made potions. Each of the three potions containing their own sharp and bright colours.
The three potions only mixing once all three had been added into the cauldron. Quickly turning jet black, the darkened liquid began to emit a stench of death. The sickly-sweet odour, intoxicatingly familiar to an experienced black mage like Sev.
Relishing the in the odour, Sev waved his hand and activated one of the many arrays inscribed onto the mysterious tables.
Instantly transforming the flat tables into two identical moulds. Each of the moulds containing a spherical core at their centre and a foot above the core, skull-shaped masks.
With a few pushes, Sev moved the cauldron off the wall and towards the tables. Carefully leaning the cauldron over, he poured the black viscous liquid into the moulds.
The liquid itself quickly solidifying after leaving the cauldron. Yet, somehow Sev masterfully poured the black liquid.
Pleased, Sev pulled out two fist-sized purple cores from his ouroboros spatial ring. Their appearance, strikingly similar to Nora's original tiny purple core.
Carefully, Sev slowly lowered the purple cores into the spherical moulds with the black liquid. Undisturbed by the cores, the black liquid rapidly engulfed the cores. Satisfied with the acceptance of the cores, Sev activated a secondary array, completely sealing the moulds. The mysterious tables applying immeasurable pressure onto the moulds.
After a few breaths time, Sev completely deactivated the mysterious tables, reverting them into their original flat, pulsating state. Revealing two perfectly smooth black spheres and two large eerie masks.
Concentrating his very being into his words, Sev shouted at the top of his lungs, "I NAME THEE KARTHUS AND MALPHUS!!!"
The black cores responding, began to move and writhe. Shortly before they exploded into black mist. Reforming into two large humanoid figures, roughly enshrouded in a cloak of pitch black feathers. Their eerie masks completing their figure. Their eyes replaced with hellfire, their gaze unnerving.
'I can't believe it... They're actually Shroud-Wights...'