Bailos Grand Inquisitor


Joined: 03 Jan 2004 Posts: 4613 Location: The Frozen Wastes
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2004 2:09 am Post subject: Building a hellspawn (part 1) |
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Hobbling in through the dilapitated doors of the once great cathetdral he called home, Bailos was tired. A long day, including a lot of hardwork as well as a trip to Luna to preach the anti-virtues had kept him busy all day and evening. Finally finding some time for himself, he shed his things; rucksack, spellbook, boots, armor.....in favor of just wearing the deathrobe which now marked him as a Slave of the Skull.
Sitting down nestled in a corner, books strewn amongst ground and on the table, schematics here and there, a few drawings, a couple pencils and a sextant completed the glorious mess he had come to call his work station. Now just a stone's throw away from a little "pet project" he's been toying with, he began to write down some things in a book, cross referencing with other books and papers. This continued for a solid hour until he took a break to rub his eyes. Stopping suddenly, he gasped and quickly flipped through pages of books, looking for a sheet...the frantic search overturned every book on that table until THERE.....underneath volume one of "Corpse Preparation" lay a set of schematics for a piece of armor.
Taking a pen and maticulously drawing several forgotten runes along the sides of the page, arrowing each one to a specific part of the armor, a grin crept along his face. "Yes yes......what a moron!" He thought as the ideas flowed through him. From his mind to the quill to the paper he wrote it down.
Having finished, he pulled a blank piece of paper and began writing a list of 'things', written in the fashion similar to a shopping list.
(1) Corpse....
Disease free
No abnormalities
Middle aged, verile
(2) Blood...lots of it
mayhap a Blood elemental?
(3) Plague Beast Mutation Core
(4) two disassembled clockwork mechanisms
(5) [a rather none descript] "choice bodyparts"
Putting his quill down, he stood, wiped his brow and mumbled aloud, "Off to work...This wont take care of itself."
Clutching the paper in one hand and making the neccessary motions for recall with his other, he vanished to collect his grisley shopping list.
((to be continued)) |
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